I strut away from her at first practicing my most provocative walk, but then trip over some i
nvisible obstacle, and quickly recover to spin on my heel and head toward her.
She’s still facing away from me and I grab the handles on the back of her chair, spinning her around to view my onslaught of awesome. I know strippers wear high heels, but I don’t have any and I will have to figure that out as I go. My plan has some holes as big as the Grand Canyon, but I shall overcome.
I barely hit the five-foot mark and have more fluff than any self-respecting stripper would strut, but I’ve got determination for days. Leah may have hit the genetic jackpot as far as looks, but I’ve got tenacity, and hopefully that will be enough.
“Oh my gawd.” Leah shakes her head as I step back, twist around and give her my best come-hither look over my shoulder as I gyrate my hips. “Stoooooopppppp. It.”
“I just can’t stop. I got the music in me.” I sing-song and shimmy as Rick starts extolling the wonders of a very kinky girl.