"Plastic stripper" part 9 (Patreon)

"..."Okay, you wouldn't be the first. Now would you mind showing me what you've got?" he said as he arched a brow and pointed to a stripper pole that was stationed a few feet away from the table.

At first Tiffany wanted to say hell no. But suddenly the song changed. It was a Buckcherry song, Crazy Bitch. Tiffany loved this song. She suddenly got up and moved towards the pole hesitantly. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system. Maybe it was because she loved this song.

Either way she moved towards the pole until her hands were wrapped around the cold metal. Once she touched the pole something clicked. She threw her head back as a feeling rushed through her. She felt free and she felt hot.

"Hey, you're crazy bitch, but you fuck so good, I'm on top of it."
"When I dream, I'm doing you all night, scratches all down my back to keep me right on."

Now Tiffany began grinding her groin against the pole. She pulled her hand up her body and rubbed her breasts as she grinded on the pole. She dropped lower as she began shaking her ass as best as she could. She had no idea what she was doing, but she just went with it. She pulled one leg up and slid it up and down the poll. She then threw her hair this way and that. When the song ended she stopped and stared at Frank breathing heavily.

"How did I do?" she said as she moved towards the booth a little dizzy. Frank slowly clapped and grinned.

"Great for your first time. You're hired Tiffany. Can you start tomorrow night?"

"Wow, really? Thank you so much! I promise you won't regret hiring me! I'll be here tomorrow night, what time?"

"How does eleven sound?"

"Sounds fine to me."

"Good, see you then."..."