“I want to rub my naked breasts all
over your face,” she whispered into my ear.
“Wow, I’m flattered, but no thank you,” I
replied.
This middle-aged stripper was being
incredibly forward.
“I want to touch you and feel you,” she
said in broken English through the gaps in her teeth, “I’m not just saying
this, I like you.”
“No thank you,” I said, trying to
get her to leave me alone. All I wanted was to have a relaxing night out, but
obviously I had done too good a job looking sexy that night; the strippers were
all over me.




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