Step-dad Billionaire

But that wasn’t the case. Claire could make her own money. She could reap her own success. And she was about to show her stepfather in the most humiliating way possible.

She writhed, wriggling her body down the pole, her back to it as she opened her thighs toward her adoring audience. Hoots and hollers filled the air, along with quite a few fives raining down on her like lazy leaves drifting on a warm wind. The twenties would come later when she was in their laps, grinding and shaking her pasty-covered tits in their faces. That was always where the real money was. Even if she was new, Claire knew enough to know that.

It was just her luck that she spied a man not far away from her holding up a twenty over the heads of the rest of the crowd. He waggled it enticingly and Claire grinned, crawling along the stage on her belly and biting her lip as she batted her lashes at the man slowly moving forward through the throng.

“Hey there, handsome. What’s your name?” she began, but the words die