The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

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Monday March 17, 2014

Peaches had come from a small southern town just six months ago, now, working as a stripper in the big city she had changed so much.  Her long dark hair had been died platinum blonde, her breast implants rode high and her tiny skirt rode low.

Tonight she was meeting a regular customer for the first time outside of he club.  She still didn’t know why she gave the club all of her earnings or did everything they told here to, but she just couldn’t get away from the place.  Each night when she arrived to work the music playing filled her with need and she floated away on a cloud of sex and ecstasy for her entire shift.  

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