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тАЬThey have a room for us in the back,тАЭ she said with a smile. She stood, swinging
her leg back over his head for show, then leaned over and grabbed his hand. She felt a
hundred eyes on her and she slowly led him back toward the private rooms. Those eyes
held hope and speculation. Would she be back? Would she be available? Would she
choose them next time?

She smiled seductively, knowing sheтАЩd be off station before anyone even thought to
check on her victim.

Thank the Goddess for places like thisтАФthey made her job ridiculously easy.

She nodded to the room manager, giving her target a pointed look as he handed
over her fee. It went into a lock box, out of which the club would take its cut. Of course,
she wouldnтАЩt be back to collect her share, but that seemed fair in a way. The manager
would probably suffer some trouble and expense as a direct result of her nightтАЩs work.

тАЬWeтАЩll be all night,тАЭ she told the manager. тАЬAnd no matter what you hear, donтАЩt
come inside. I have big plans for our time together.тАЭ

The two men looked at each other, exchanging knowing smiles, and she had to hold
back a chuckle. The fools had no idea what she was up to. It was pathetic, really. All that
lovely cock, and not a single brain cell to control it. Men were all the same.

She showed her client into the small room sheтАЩd reserved for them. Like most of its
kind, it was almost empty. A chair sat in the middle, and a low couch stood against one
wall. At least it was clean. She could tell by the antiseptic smell that it was sprayed
down between customers. Unpleasant, but better than the alternative.

He reached for his pants, but she placed one hand across his, stopping him.

тАЬWe have all night,тАЭ she said softly. тАЬLetтАЩs start things off slowly. Sit in the chair.тАЭ

He nodded his head, following her directions. So very obedient. She felt herself
losing some of her interest and considered killing him on the spot. Still, there was that
lovely cock, and she was still horny from her little pole dance. She turned away from
him and sat down on his lap slowly. His erection nudged gently at her ass, and she
wiggled, enjoying his groan of satisfaction. Oh yes, there it was, that lovely bulge,
pulsating with suppressed lust and energy. She could almost feel it in her already, just
waiting to give her what she needed more than anything else.

She started a slow grind, working him deliberately with a strength and purpose that
would drive him crazy. It might drive her crazy, too, she mused. Already she could feel
herself swelling, her body responding more than usual.

There was something about himтАж The way he smelled, mixed with the feel of his
cock that was seeping into her consciousness more than she liked. She slowed down,
thinking, and his hips thrust up at hers in protest. It caught her off guard, and for the
first time she felt less than fully in control of the situation. She didnтАЩt care for that one
little bit.