Benny’s heart skipped a beat the moment her eyes locked with Gordon’s across the crowded club.
Her stepfather sat rigid in a VIP booth, his gaze burning into her as she danced on stage, her massive breasts still pressed hard against the cool metal pole.
For a split second, shame flickered through her, but it was quickly drowned out by defiance and raw arousal.
She ignored him completely, turning her back and strutting to the far side of the main floor where the atmosphere grew darker, wilder, and more uninhibited.
This section of New Dawn was reserved for the club’s most intense shows.
A raised platform overlooked a sunken lounge packed with old men, wealthy regulars in their sixties and seventies, some bald, others with silver hair, all of them openly stroking their hard c***s wh
