“So, do you work here?” Someone asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Wow, really—Are u a dancer because you certainly don’t look like one,” he responded.
“Thank God,” I said—offended that my short skirt wasn’t short enough to score me another champagne. “That’s because I’m a writer, I work as ‘Press’.”
Everyone was chilling, including rich old businessmen who portended to fondle models on the floor, pay for erotic lap dances and shamelessly gawk at the undressing hotties. Impressed by the deep red, elegant gown Lynn, a new dancer, was wearing I asked if she was a guest or model.
Scores doesn’t allow photography indoors, trust me I tried….
BamBam- this should please you-
https://scallywagandvagabond.com/2010/06/first-photos-danielle-staub%E2%80%99s-hideous-sex-tape/
So where are the photos of the HOT strippers?