Hatch a plan to bring her down

Jordan had the perfect idea, she thought. That bitch thought she was so good, with her cow tits and fat lips (Jordan ignored her own plastic-filled funbags and bimbo lips when that thought crossed her mind). Whenever she gave a lap dance, she treated the customer like he was beneath her, barely even touching them.

Now, while that might be true for a star like Jordan, it wasn't for that little skank! She'd just come here, and she needed to learn that you don't just take other girls' cash like that. But that was the best way to take her down. If Wendy thought she was so much better than everyone else, then she'd get the pleasure of being dragged down to their level.

But she needed help to do that. And who better to help make that slut pay than another slut?

Jordan waited patiently for Iryna to finish her dance. Right now, she was being kept busy by a group of college boys, cheering and hooting while she lavished attention on one of their buddies. Iryna's feet were gripping the pole tight, and her hands were resting on the boy's thighs, and her face was buried in his crotch. Though his pants were still on, that wasn't stopping Iryna from licking at his sizable bulge through the tight exercise shorts, languidly kissing and putting it in between her lips, her sloppy mouthwork leaving a trail of saliva all over the guy's pants. If his face was any indication, then the kid had zero complaints about that, stuffing her thong full of bills.

Finally the music stopped, and Iryna pulled herself back to the stage with a smirk and a blown kiss, leaving the college kids with their boners. "Come back and find me later, handsome!" she said while leaving.

"Hey Jordan," she said, counting the bills she got. "It's not *that* bad. Look at all these benjamins! Maybe you're running dry because they got bored of you doing the same tease shit." Iryna mouthed off smugly, wiggling her ass at Jordan. "But don't worry, I'm sure the same will happen to Wendy if she doesn't get bolder."

"Shut up." Jordan snapped. "I have a plan, and I need you to help me. I'm gonna invite this skank for a drink at the bar."

"You're making friends, Jordan? Awwww. You can be best buds if you loosen up!" the younger stripper laughed. 'Fucking bimbo!' Jordan thought.

She stamped her foot down. "No, you keep the loosening for yourself. You know the aphrodisiac pills the boss keeps in his room? I want you to get some. I'll be giving her a drink, and you'll be making it. By the time she gulps that down, she'll want to fuck the entire club."

Iryna idly ran her fingers over her pussy, moaning while Jordan was busy talking. "Fuck the entire club, right. Uhh... okay!" she responded. "I'll have them in half an hour, okay?"