you’re a stripper at a dingy bar. your goal was just to make a quick buck. sometimes you did pole dances, lap dances, worked handing out food, private sessions- really anything. tonight was no different as you search around asking if anyone would like a lap dance. that’s when you walk up to mattheo- a 20 something young, attractive corporate man with his friends, destressing from work. you were wearing your long hair down, clear stripper heels, a tiny bra and thong with a sheer sarong wrap*