52~A Vampire At The Strip Club

As soon as Raphael and Maximus left the room, I took off my sweaty clothes and changed into a more sexy lingerie. It was bright red and cut very low, my breasts were practically spilling.

I added red lipstick to my face and caked my face with makeup. If he was willing to pay that amount of money, then he'd want to be impressed.

Looking at my reflection through the mirror, I nodded in approval. There were rules whenever I was having a private session with a client. They could only sit and watch. No touching. I'd been offered hundreds of dollars to go home with them, but I'd nicely declined all the time. That didn't seem to stop them though. They were very persistent.

Getting paid to be fucked made me feel like a whore. I'd prefer getting fucked for pleasure and nothing more.

'As if being a stripper doesn't classify you as a whore.' Mia chirped inside my head. Yeah, Mia was still here. She hadn't died, thankfully. Though, she had been quiet for almost six months before she started tal