Daisy has been a stripper all of her life against her wishes. With an annoyingly genius brother to take care of, she is ready to do whatever it takes to give him the life he deserves and he wants the same for her. He goes to the point of credit card...
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DAISY
It was a busy day today. Friday. This was the day all the rich bastards came to de-stress by getting a lap dance or getting their cock sucked. Whatever they preferred.
I gave a lap dance to this man in a gray suit. He was fairly handsome but kept begging me to go down on him twice. We were allowed to say no to one-night stands even though they brought in better money. Working in the club came with the advantages of making more money and setting a set of rules to your liking, but the disadvantages overweighted the advantages in every fucking way. The advantage is money but the disadvantage is captivity and selling yourself.
Straddling his lap, I grab his hair between my fingers, pulling on it till his head pulls back, and keep working my hips on his swollen balls. He groans and I smile, "I do it good, don't I, Mr. Rich?" He chuckles and holds my hips, one hand going up to grab my lace mask but I push his hand away, making my hips work even harder till he cums. Groans. He moans my name "Oh, Daisy..." letting his head drop back against the couch, catching up his breath, which makes me want to vomit on his face.
I eye the clock and start counting in my head. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... and fucking done.
The timer beeps and the doors unlock. I get off him but he grabs my wrist, "Ten minutes more. I'll pay you one-fifty." I raise my brow, "A thousand and I'll set a timer right now." He negotiates, "Five-hundred." I pull my wrist away from his grip, "fifteen-hundred." He thinks it over but there's a knock on the door, indicating from the bouncers outside that another rich bitch is waiting. I lean down, face to face with him, his eyes clearly on my boobs, "Too late. Better luck next time." He grunts and gets up, walking out the door, muttering a bitch under his breath. I roll my eyes because I knew he will come back again.
And I've heard worse than that.
I smile at the next man standing outside and lean against the door, "How many minutes in heaven do you want with me, sugar?" He eyes me in my mini red plaid skirt and my dark red bralette, his mouth watering in seconds as he squeaks, "Twenty." I wink and grab him by his tie, bringing him in and setting up the alarm, hearing the door lock.
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Kevin was back again at night even though I tell him not to. I don't let him in my room until I clean all the stripper clothes off the floor. I won't let Kevin see me in any of these clothes no matter what.
Kevin yells, "Daisy, I'm starving!" I grunt as I pick up the black thong and the dog collar, "Well, then order something!"
"I'm ordering sushi."
"Go ahead! Use my card."
I stuff the last of the cupcake bra in the dresser and I sigh a relief and open the door to him sprawled on the couch. I raise my brow at him, "You did tell Jenny about being here for the night, right?" He tries to hide his face behind his phone and I yell, "Kevin! You know how worried she gets." He rolls his eyes, "At this point, I think she already knows! It's not like I have a girlfriend or anyone to go to except for you." I cringe, "Still no date to the dance?"
