After that night, I was ruined.
I danced for Viktor almost every single night. The moment the lounge closed, I’d slip into Room 5, lock the door, and become his private dancer… and his personal w***e.
Some nights he wanted it slow and sensual.
I’d wear tiny lingerie sets he bought me — red, black, white — and dance for him like we had all the time in the world. Rolling my hips, sliding down the pole, touching myself while he watched from the couch, slowly stroking his thick c**k. I’d crawl to him on my knees, take him deep into my throat while the music played, then ride him slow and deep, grinding my c**t against him until we both came together.
Other nights he wanted me filthy.
Like the night he made me dance with a plug in my ass. I twerked and bent over while the toy stretched me,
