Who cares who this girl is? Not you. You’re a bear with no pants and brought enough singles to crumble up and place along the undergarments of these ladies and gain a plethora of lap dances… also a trip or two to the back room, but that depends on how frivolous you are with the lap dances.
“Hey sweet cheeks, let’s just dance okay?” suggest with a smirk. Her lit up face drops, “You don’t remember me?” she wheezes. The air starts to fill with an awkward silence, but you attempt to break it by sliding a twenty into the waist strap of her see-through miniskirt. With a tear sliding down her cheek she takes your paw and guides you to a chair. Then pouting she mounts you and begins to dance, but to you the tears make the moment all the sweeter… Also you’re a monster, so I quit. Don’t bother calling me I’ll have your number blocked in like ten minutes.
THE END, Dick!
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