The Billionaires Dancer
Then, just like Monica helped me rehearse, I tip my head back and spin around once more, thrusting my pussy into the pole and grinding deeper and deeper.
And as I part my lips into a sensual moan, money rains.
It’s moves like this that make me Euphoria’s best stripper. Moves like this that come with tips big enough to pay off my debt quicker.
From catcalls to hundred-dollar bills being thrown in my face and stuffed into my panties, there is a strange familiarity in this little performance I’ve perfected over the years.
Dismounting the pole, I face away from the audience and sway my hips, slow and sensual. The crowd only gets louder.
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