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Druggy Stripper

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I really need to stop letting guys fuck me and cum all over me for free. I love being a dirty whore, but I need drug money. Letting men hit it for free isn’t making me money, and I have habits to support. So, I got a new job. If my time at the trap house taught me anything, it is that I make a fantastic stripper. I still have a sexy young body, and the coke keeps me skinny. Besides, who doesn’t love a hot blonde that can dance? It started because it was my friends 21st birthday yesterday, and we decided to go to the strip club to celebrate. I was expecting there to be loud music, bright lights, and lots of horney men, but it was dull and depressing. There was 3 girls walking around and a bartender, and they were the only people there. I felt like I was at a fucking funeral, so I decided it was time to put the fun in funeral. I walk up to the dj booth and turned the music way up. It still didn’t seem to have too much of an effect, so I climbed on stage. I danced like no one was watching, and stripped like everyone was. Before I knew it men were pouring in, and fuck tons of money were being thrown at me. All I wanted to do was have fun, but shit if I can make money doing it, I am going to do it. When I finally got down off the stage I made $2,000, and the owner offered me a job. I said if I can really make this much just by doing that then fuck yea. Then I got shitfaced and fucked my friend in the private dance area, and it is probably the most private public place I have ever had anal.


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