Thread: The Bitch Came Back [LeftShield x KassyGhost]

The hook was firmly in the fish's mouth, he was making all the wrong decisions and boy was he making it easy. If her mother had been right about one thing it was that guys, like it or not, were inherently drawn to strippers, especially Doctor Cody. At first he played the role of the doting father, pretending that he wasn't already set on the idea of sneaking off with her and catching a drink. ohh one drink won't hurt anybody, come on. She skillfully goaded him. He eventually led her out to the parking lot, not before parading his trophy in front of the other frustrated fathers though. Kassy peered up into the stands and gave a playful smile and wave, still wearing Dr. Cody's sunglasses on her face. Of course he wasn't driving some shit box, only the best for the big Doctor, a Cadillac of course. Kassy climbed in, internally cursing her own plight in life, no Cadillacs in her or her mother's life, they lived hand-to-mouth and had had several Christmases with nothing under the tree. As he fired the sexy luxury SUV up and pulled out of the parking lot she caught him taking several more peeks at her assets, first her sexy young thighs then her impressive cleavage, 'Good boy' she thought to herself. It wasn't long before talk of winter changed back to what was really on his mind and he brought up her fictional profession again. Yes bluntly and he immediately apologized for it, but she knew it was already too late for him, his mind was locked in with laser like precision. No need to apologize Cody, I'm not ashamed and no, I'm not one of those delusional girls that say they are only doing it to pay for school. I like it, I like the hours, I like the money and hell yes....I love the attention. A lot of guys feel bad for strippers because they think the girls are being exploited, but honestly it's the other way around, it's the poor clients...the guys that are being exploited. The girls really have all the power and with a bevy of big security guards to back them up, there really is very little the men in the club can get away with. They are slaves to those primal desires that all men have and us girls just have to dance around with our tits out and occasionally grind on some old perv's crotch and they pay us handsomely for it. Kassy had formulated her opinions on the matter through her mother's guidance on the subject, having never actually stripped before, but Doctor Cody didn't need to know that. Kassy slowly and only ever so slightly adjusted her legs, letting her thighs separate just enough to give Cody's imagination a healthy bump. Say now that we've moved onto asking each other more personal questions, do you mind if I ask what those pills you took earlier were? Anxiety? Antacids? You got IBS or something? They weren't Viagra were they? Noooo couldn't be, a big strong virile man like yourself wouldn't need some chemical to get a hard on would you? Kassy asked in a playful teasing manner, all part of the plan. Once they'd gotten to the club she felt his hand again touch the small of her back, shivers ran up her spine. She turned and smiled at him to let him know she liked the psychical contact. You really know how to treat a girl, guys don't usually have enough balls to order a girl a drink anymore, too pussy. I'm sure I'll love a martini. She complimented him, but really she was thankful, her ID didn't say she was 26, it said she was 18, with him doing the ordering it would take that little complication out of the mix. He slid into the booth, not across from her, but next to her, Kassy didn't hesitate, closing the distance further and scooting her hips up until they were pressed against his. To which he slid his hand across the rear of the booth seat, Kassy's hand slid down under the table and again took residence on his thigh. Like a crack head returning to a dealer for another score of a drug he couldn't kick, Cody returned to the subject of her stripping again. Why Mr. Middleton, If I'm not mistaken you're hinting pretty hard for an exclusive show of my talents, What would your wife say?... She paused, letting the uncomfortable statement linger in the air for a moment. HAAHHHaaa Look at your face, your as pale as a ghost. I'm just kidding. I can tell you are completely faithful to your wife and I wouldn't do anything to wreck what you've obviously worked really hard for. Kassy said, hesitating another second before she dropped her bomb. Her face turned in toward his, and she pulled his sunglasses down on her nose so that he could see her eyes, Unless you'd like to have some fun that is...I'm not the sort of girl to kiss and tell and I'm not wearing any panties...check for yourself. She said, leaning in close and whispering in his ear, letting her lips gently graze his earlobe. She opened her thighs, removing her hand from his lap and crossing her leg over his for easy access.