A strippers problems

Gigi stands under the harsh vanity lights, a brunette with trouble on her mind. Her hands shake as she lines her eyes, thinking about the week she’s gone without a cock to ride. She pictures herself lunging at the first hard guy she sees, taking him in her mouth right on the stage boards. That kind of stunt gets a girl fired, and fast. The solution sits in her open bag—bright-pink silicone, thick and curved exactly the way she likes. She steps out of her tiny bottoms, plants one foot on the low stool, and slides the toy between her legs. The first slow push knocks a breath out of her. She works it deeper, hips rolling, the wet sounds loud against the thin walls. Every thrust steadies her, pulls the edge off just enough to keep her sane until the last set. She bites her lip, pumps faster, and wonders if the club will ever know how close she came to losing control.