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Hot Phonesex Kind of Night

hot phonesexIt was a hot phonesex kind of night. I was feeling extra dirty last night, so I took an Uber to the strip club. It used to be a Playboy Club. It closed in the 80s and was purchased by a local smut peddler. He has a bunch of dirty bookstores in the city too. The former Playboy club is no longer classy. It is a dirty strip joint where anything goes for a price. That was what I was looking for last night. I like to slum occasionally. I was born into money and I married money. I like to role play that am a trailer trash whore. No better place to explore that side of me than the Pink Pussy Club. I walked in and said I wanted to dance. I was the oldest stripper in the place, but that didn’t hurt me one bit. I slipped some dude some money to let me dance. Twenty minutes later I was on stage working the pole and picking up single bills with my hairy cunt. That skill made me popular. What got me several hundred dollars in tips was my ability to fuck a long neck beer bottle without ever touching the bottle. After my set, guys were lining up for some one on one time with me in the VIP room. I replaced beer bottles with cocks and got even more money. The other skanks in the club were pissed that the woman with a hairy cunt and who was three times their age, was cleaning house with their clients. I came home with cum in my cunt and ass, a pocketbook full of money and my itch to be a dirty whore scratched. I clean up well and I fit in with the social elite, but deep down inside me lurks a nasty freak.


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