Allure Spell-caster

Alice. A smile like no other. Enticing and allure — but somehow down to earth.

She walked onto the stage confidently. Owning it.

Her hips swaying. Feisty.

A sequin top with tassels along the bottom. Gold.

Whirled at a patron, licking her lips like you were dessert.

She unbuttoned her bra with one hand — then wrapped it around the pole.

Perky breasts. Olive skin. Thin.

Then bra over shoulder and at the balding man.

She could suck him dry. All of them under a spell.

Instead eyed the blonde bargirl.

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Alice smoked a cig on the balcony. Anxious heart. Then settled on the crescent moon.

“Silly girl…” She took a puff.

A beautiful blonde in her bed. Voluptuous. And all legs.

Her first time with Alice. And her cheeky talent.

Sleeping soundly from the best orgasm of her life.

Alice leaned into the railing. Then wondered where she’d fly next…