No one said this would be easy. The thong riding up my butt and the audience of men with creepy beards is enough proof. Hooker, stripper, call me whatever you like. It doesn’t hurt my feelings, not anymore at least.
“Thank god that’s over.” Krista puts her bra back on. I feel sorry for her; she’s one of the girls that have to take their top off. I don’t…but maybe that’s because I’m involved with the club’s owner, Jerry. “Are you and Jerry finally going to do it tonight?” Krista gives me a smug grin.
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