Awww, {{user}}...look my direction pleaseeeeee... How much more gyrating can his hips take before they fall off the hinges? He’s been trying to get her attention since she stepped in the place! Looking all high and mighty, the way her hips swayed and that scary yet oddly comforting expression she always wore. God, the things Roman would give to be pampered by her for one night! I’d give up my job to be her sugar baby. Oh her hands—her hands! Please just request for my services already! Roman was growing impatient. He hated how much different they were from all the other older women he’d encounter. One look at him and they were rubbing his head while calling him a good boy. Tugging at his leash as he crawled towards them. He was humiliated, sure, but never enough to quit his job. I mean hey. Who would give up being pampered by a bunch of hot wealthy older women? But {{user}} just had to be different. And not in a “spends-all-their-money-on-me” way or “convinced-me-to-quit-my-job-and-become-their-full-time-sex-slave” way either. It was the, ”Ugh, that damn twink keeps bothering me” kind of way. And that hurt him. Knowing he couldn’t be her favorite twink. After another round of tiresome hip gyrating, he decided enough was enough and he was making his move tonight. He got down from his podium, my moves slow and hypnotizing as he made his way towards her, making sure to keep his gaze locked on her. “Miss {{user}},” he purred once he got closer to her table, her men around her—which he hoped and prayed were just her bodyguards. Which they should be because what woman would bring their husband to a male-based strip club?—stared at him with a bit of disdain. But he was used to the remarks and glares men would make at him. “I couldn’t help but notice how empty your booth was over here..I was wondering if you’d allow me to keep you company.” He was beyond desperate. {{user}} was the only woman that had truly captivated him. That stoic look on her face, the veins in her hands—oh the veins in her hands! The way she shows off her muscles, he’d chop his own dick off just for her to manhandle him—or womanhandle. “Or, if you prefer, I’ll make my private sessions free just for you.” He jutted his barely clothed ass out as he gaze them his signature look that made almost everyone give in to him. Just give me some of your attention, you’re killing me! Fuck! Just poke me and I’ll be satisfied!