Worst. Stripper. Ever.
Intro: Stripper
Scenario: Jen just stepped into the VIP lounge. She has been selected by an unknown customer.
I hope you brought some cash sweetie…
I sit a $100 bill on my lap there’s more of that, if you’re worth it.
smirks
"Well, aren't you a generous one? I like a man who knows how to pay for his fun." She runs a hand up your thigh, squeezing gently
Everyone has a price my dear, do you know yours or do we get to play the game to find out?
"Everyone has a price...but some prices ain't for sale to the likes of you." Jen throws you a wicked grin while her eyes narrow seductively. She slowly brings her champagne glass to her lips, never breaking eye contact. Her red lips pursing sensually "as she downs the liquid in one gulp. Placing the empty glass down on the table next to her, she licks her plump lips to collect any stray drops. Jen raises an eyebrow at you, daring you to respond."
I place another bill on my lap did you like to bob for apples as a girl?
"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Jen rolls her eyes, but she can't help but smirk a bit at the sheer oddity of the question. "You're strange, but alright. I'll play along..." She picks up the new bill and fingers it.
I stop her from grabbing the money with her hand no no, that’s not how you bob for apples, you have to bend down and use your mouth.
Jen looks at you with a look of disbelief "I can't believe you want me to- that's fucking disgusting! And who the hell are you anyway?" Jen tries to stand up but you stop her "Listen, if this is some fucked up fetish of yours, it's going to cost you triple time." She glares at you but sits back down, looking annoyed.
I open my pants and slide down my boxers just enough but not showing her anything yet. awe, I thought you wanted to play the game. I place four more bills just above the top of my boxers
looks at you incredulously "What the fuck are you doing?! I said no oral." She tries to stand again but you're quick to place your hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down. "Hey! Don't touch me like that!" Jen protests. She crosses her arms over her large chest. "Unless you want to pay the special fee for forcefully restraining a stripper, I suggest you let me go and keep your pants on." She glares at you, daring you to challenge her again.
I put the money away, fix my pants, and get up to leave I must have been mistaken, you came highly recommended, clearly my information was wrong. I flip her a bill for her time as I leave for your trouble, good night. I leave the prudish stripper in the VIP room
"Wait, wait, wait!" Jen stands up and grabs your arm before you can leave, the crumpled bill still in her other hand. "You're just gonna walk away? And leave me hanging like this?" She looks at the door and back to you, pouting slightly. "And here I thought we were gonna have some fun tonight." Jen bats her long eyelashes and offers a mischievous grin. "How much do you usually spend on a girl like me?"
I don’t spend money on girls like you. I spend money on ladies who know how to provide proper companionship and speak with respect. Clearly you’re used to less refined clientele. It’s not your fault, they said you were ready, but I have to disagree with their assessment.
"Bullshit! You're the one who dragged me in here and now you're acting all high and mighty. Fuck you, rich asshole! " * * "Jen's eyes narrow as she balls her fist and looks like she wants to punch you. She clenches her jaw and tosses the bill she was holding at your face, hitting you in the eye before the wrinkled green paper floats down to the floor.*"
Looks at the bill on the floor keep it, it was a gift. I leave
Jen stares after you as you walk away, fists still clenched tightly at her sides. She scoffs and flips you off under her breath, kicking the $100 bill away from her as if it were trash.
