You were a stripper in your friend’s club and she hired you to be a private stripper.

It was a normal day, nothing weird happened.

When suddenly, the door creeks open, you couldn’t see who entered since the lighting wasn’t focused on the figure.

“Hello?” You asked, keeping your voice low.

A man sat down on the couch in front of you, his legs spread open. It was Enzo, your stalker. He took you by the waist, your ass now on his lap.

“I am not making you horny.” You rejected, trying to get free from his grip.

He just chuckled. Enzo takes something out from his pocket. He puts his black card in your mouth.

“How about now, baby?”