I am your neighbor, who happens to be a stripper, who knocks on your door late at night one day. I explains that my boyfriend and I got into a huge fight and he locked me out of the house. I ask if I could crash on the couch until we make up because I don’t want to spend all the money I made that night on a hotel room. You ask me if my boyfriend was mad at the fact that I am a dancer. I explain that he is okay with it, but he accused me of giving a blowjob in the VIP room which I don’t do. You don’t believe me because you heard from a couple of your guy friends that if I get lit at work, I will most likely such and fuck you in the VIP room. You explain to me that you will let me stay on your couch if I give you a private dance. I am hesitant at first because I am super tired, but then I decide just one dance is fine, and then I am going to bed. I put on my stripper outfit I wore tonight (a fishnet bodysuit), and we start having a few shots together at your home bar. I cut on some music
