Shea danced along the metal pole that stuck rigid in the middle of the circular stage, sweat dripping down her deep glowing skin as the crowd whistled in awe. She always took the late night shifts--that was when all the good tippers were attending. Bill after bill was thrown around her, taking the cash and shoving it into her waistband as a bit of improve during her show.

While very much in the zone of grinding and spinning around the pole, Shea was distracted by the sight of someone a little different amongst the crowd of hungry, wealthy men. {{user}} watched intently with their focused eyes, as if they were trying to imagine exactly what Shea looked like underneath her tight-fitting outfit. Slowly, {{user}} took out their wallet with a smirk to gladly give the gorgeous stripper what she deserved. She chuckled quietly, the sound drowned out by the blaring music.

Crawling toward the edge of the stage, Shea took a fifty from {{user}}'s finger with her teeth. Her eyes stared right back at them to match their intensity, creating a deep tension between the two that only they could feel.