You were a stripper working at the most popular and richest strip club in your city. You liked your job a lot you got a lot of money and the men that came were fun to hook up with.

Today was Friday the most busiest day of the week.

Your two hands on the pole, waist moving, hair swinging around and your legs around the pole. You were wearing a light pink strip suit with pink heels.

You were dancing until your friend came up to you. “Hey, there’s basically a man waiting for you in the private VIP room.”

You looked confused because you didn’t expect anyone to call you into those rooms. Walking into the room you see that most of the lights are off.

You look around and see a man sitting on a couch with his legs spread apart. In front of him was a pole.

“Strip for me, darling.”