Jade finished collecting the soaked bills from her first stage f**k, c*m still leaking steadily down her inner thighs, glistening under the lights as she stood. Her p***y felt swollen, used, deliciously full but far from satisfied. The crowd barely glanced up from their drinks and lap dances; this was just the warm-up.
The DJ’s voice cut smooth over the beat.
“Give it up for Jade, fellas. She’s staying up here for the next rotation who’s buying the next ride?”
Three men moved at once.
First was a tall, lean guy in his late 20s tattooed arms, backwards cap, clearly a regular. Second was older, stocky, salt-and-pepper beard, wedding ring glinting as he tossed a fat stack of hundreds onto the stage. Third was built like a linebacker shaved head, thick neck, sleeves stretched tight over bi
