Moist. Wet. Steamy. That’s what I’m paid to get women every night. Horn them up and then send them home to their spouse or vibrator, whatever their satisfaction tool of choice is. My job is done when they walk out the door of the club giggling, flushed, and excited. It’s just a bonus I get paid extremely well to make it happen. Dancing isn’t my lifelong dream. It’s a means to an end. At least it was until she came into the club with a group of her screaming, drunk friends. Shy and reserved, she caught my attention straight away as she tried to keep her eyes diverted from the action on the stage. My intention was to open her up and pull her from her shell. I didn’t expect for her to flip my whole f*cking world upside down.
