Offering Services
"Hey gorgeous, would you like to have a great time?" I ask, trying to sound flirty. Six months in, I still hate having to sell myself for potential private dances. I still hate having to give private dances. Or stripping in general. Even having tits and a pussy is still a handful, since I've never wanted to be a broad. I guess I should thank the government for placing me in the special Witness Protection Program. They thought that making me a broad and placing me working as a stripper was the best way to protect me while keeping me in town. Who would think that mobster Jack Mondello is now a tiny, busty chick that gets naked for money? Nobody. "What would you give me?" the guy says, as I gently caress his thigh. I have leaned over him, showing in my rack. I can feel the sheer slutty dress tightening around my ass. I hate all these revealing outfits. The guy is bald, but strong and muscular. I guess he overcompensate the loss of hair with lots of gym. I used to...