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Opening: “What’s your name?”
“Deborah. But, everybody calls me Cookie.”
“So, what kind of cookie are you?”
“What kind do you like?”
“Chocolate chip.”
She leaned forward and stuck out her chest. “Want a bite?”
He caressed her neck. “No, baby. I like to savor the taste of fine chocolate.”
Cookie smiled, grinded, and pulsated in the man’s lap to the beat of Nasty Girl. The man pulled a wad of bills from the inside of his tailored jacket pocket and glided them slowly along her smooth dark thigh. Seeing the money gave Cookie an extra incentive to impress him. Given her ample attributes extravagant tippers had never been a problem. In her line of work, she fully understood what her body could get her. She found it hard to hide her excitement as he traced five crisp one hundred dollar bills down her breast, tucking them securely into her top.
But she was no fool. The look in the stranger’s eyes told her what was expected for his generosity. She threw her head back wildly and gave him her full attention. Some of the patrons jeered while others cheered. |
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