Freaky Shit

I climbed up to one of the 'cages' on the main dance floor. It was nearly one in the morning but the club was almost always packed. A few of my regulars whistled and yelled.

"Yeah, yeah I'm working on it!" I said when some asshole yelled let's go. Living the life, I thought sarcastically to myself.

I danced, slowly collecting barely enough to pay for rent and school. Why didn't I just get a sugar daddy and let him pamper me. Breaking from my thoughts a tall sleek man caught my eye. He was wearing a fancy suit and shoes that looked way too expensive. He sat down and turned to watch me dance.

almost uninterested. I kicked it up a notch grinding against the pole. After a while

all night." I climbed down from the cage and mouthed a silent "thank you" walking over the were

said leaning in to whisper over the music "What's your name?" He looked up at me with a blank almost annoyed expression "You can call me daddy" he looked away, bored. I pouted. Straddling his lap and grinding against him I nibbled his neck. "What's wrong daddy, aren't you having fun?" I could feel a boner growing in