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Chapter 3 by ikethebest97 ikethebest97

Does she do dances?

Yes

  • Five dollars here in the room, ten in the cabin.

  • Is it worth it in the cabin? I want a dirty dance.

  • If you want ... shall we go?

He follows her to the last booth in the room, the one assigned to her. Here again, the smell of sex is strong, and the stains on the walls and floor leave no doubt as to the activities that surely take place there regularly. The customer then sits on the leather chair, and unbutton his jeans.

  • Go ahead, be naughty ...

She looks at him, then lets herself be permeated by the music, and begins her show, brushing against the man who touches her unrestrainedly on the hips, then on her breasts. When the music dies, she settles in front of him, squatting, in a submissive pose that she knows always turns them on.

  • Should I continue ?

  • You have to do better…. Steve promised me you were good….

Slowly she drops her skirt, showing her shaved pussy. She parts her lips with her fingers, then inserts her index finger into the wet lair. When the music starts up again she walks over to him, rubbing her leg up and pressing her breasts to his face.

The man takes a nipple between his teeth, nibbling it until she pulls back, then turning, presenting her ass to him, leaning forward, spreading her legs.

He watches her run her hand between her thighs, parting her lips again as she waddles her behind. She masturbates with two fingers, pulling back towards him until she sits on his thighs, suddenly feeling his erect penis against her buttocks, out of his jeans.

Mechanically, she caresses him until the music stops.

She then sits back in front of him, kneeling between his legs, his erect member barely a few inches from her face.

  • It's better ? she asks, smiling.

  • It's coming, he replies, taking her head, forcing her to rub her cheek against his cock.

Suddenly, the sheet that serves as a door opens.

  • Everything's going good here ?

Maddy stiffens as she recognizes the voice.

  • Yes, Steve, thanks .... but she's not that good!

She feels a shoe hit her behind a calf.

  • Hey, don't disappoint the clients if you want to keep your job, bitch!

  • No, Steve, sorry.

She hears him walk away, the music picking up.

  • You heard him, you better be even better ...

What does she do next?

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