Marcus 

I still remember every second of that night like it happened yesterday. 

I was sitting in the VIP booth at the club, whiskey in my hand, cock already half-hard from watching her on the stage. 

She looked like she was in her early twenties, long black hair, tiny silver thong, tits so full and round they looked fake but moved too perfect to be plastic. 

Her nipples were hard little points under the lights. 

She climbed the pole like she was born on it, legs spread wide, ass bouncing every time she dropped. 

I didn’t even finish my drink. 

I just lifted two fingers. 

The manager walked up to...