The Pink Pussycat Palace

I chuckled to myself as I pulled up by the strip club. I was certain that Susan would go ballistic if she knew, but that only made it better. The bouncer let me in without issue, so I walked in to see some bikers around the stage, throwing Benjamins and cheers at a skinny little blonde skank. She had just thrown the bra off of her silicon beauties, flaunting them to everyone. The bikers all cheer as she crawls towards them, giving them a better view, and blocking mine.

I considered approaching, but I doubt the members of 'The Road Reavers' would take kindly to others. Instead, I turn to the bar, only to see Anastasia, the stripper from the last time I was here, walk by. Her massive rack was on full display in her shiny golden bra, and the only other things she had on were a mini-skirt and some platform heels. Holding an empty tray, she flashed a smile at me.

"Can I get ya anything handsome?" She spoke with a hint of a South American accent that made her that much sexier.

"Uh, just a soda. I gotta drive." I threw $10 onto the tray. "You can keep the change."

"Mhmm. I like big tippers."

Anastasia turned around as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. "How big a tip?"

Now wearing a grin on her face, Anastasia looked to me and said "You want a private dance?"

"I'd love one. Let me see how much I've got."

I pull out my wallet, finding the hundreds. To start, I decided to hand her $300, to which I asked "What does that get me?"

"Mhmm, come with me and I'll show you."

Anastasia put her tray on the bar and then continued to lead me to a door beside the stage. Through that door she took me to another little room with just a small couch to sit on. I do just that as Anastasia put on some random pop song. Then, she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, before saying "Ready for me to rock your world?"

All I could do was nod as she approached, her platform heels clacking on the ground as she then swung around and shook her ass in my face. As she did so, she hiked up her skirt, revealing the black g-string she was wearing.

"You like that ass, Papi?" She asked.

"Oh it's fucking perfect."

"Mhmm." She turned around, biting her lip seductively as she toyed with her bra. "What about my tits, Papi?"

"There amazing. I wish my girlfriend had a pair like yours."

Anastasia started to sway her hips. "She's the new girl right?"

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm... Betcha she can't take care of you like I can, Papi."

Anastasia then leaned down as she pulled on her bra, causing her boobs to spill out. I was practically drooling at this point, and it took every ounce of self-control for me to not grab those massive mounds of hers. Seeing that she had me hook, line, and sinker, Anastasia sat on my lap and began rubbing against me.

"Ohh Papi. You're sooo hard for me."

"That's 'cause you're fucking perfect."

"Do you want to fuck me, Papi?"

"Am I allowed too?"

"Mhmm... Not here."

Anastasia then turned around and put her boobs in my face. I could swear they were less than an inch away from me, and that's only because I'm leaning back.

"What do I need to do?" I asked.

"You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you Papi?" She said as she continued to grind on top of me.

"Yes Anastasia."

"You got more money?"

"Yeah."

"Mhmm... How much more?"

"About seven-hundred."

"So how about you give me a ride back home and then I'll rock your world?"

"Sounds like a deal."

Anastasia leaned down to kiss me. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do that with the girls here, but it sure as hell didn't stop her from thrusting her tongue down my throat. I decided to brave squeezing on her plump rump, to which she offered no protest. Once our lips parted, Anastasia said "Meet me out back Papi."