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Car sex - Daniel Ricciardo (NSFW)

Being a student was expensive. Very expensive. With no support from my parents it was impossible to pay for with a normal job. So I became a dancer. I'd been working in the stripclub for about a year now. We never really had VIP guests but today the VIP booth was packed. "You should go over to them, great money." I look back at my friend who was bartending. "No, I really don't feel like dancing for perverts today. I'll just wait for a regular or two and go home." I look back at the VIP booth. I had to admit they were hot. Especially the one with the stubble. I liked a real man. He looked rough but refined. "Your turn to dance by the way. Make it a good show." I pushed myself off the counter and walked over to the stage. This is routine work by now, nothing sexy about dancing for someone anymore. I walked onto the stage and took off my heels. They didn't fit with the look I was going with today and I had better grip without them. I swirled around the pole for a while going up and down in slow mo. I made eye contact with the guy in the VIP booth. His friends were chatting away but he had his eyes solely on me. I smiled at him. The song ended and I got off the stage. 

"You did well." I scoffed and looked at the stack of bills in my hand. "Well it's not paying off." I put the money behind the counter with a sigh, if I was going to leave early that dance should have earn me more this was going to be a long night. "The VIP booth ordered more champaign can you bring the bottle over?" I looked back at the VIP booth. The guy was still looking at me. "Sure." I put on my heels again and laid my skirt flat again. As I made my way over I saw a regular come in, good. "Your champaign gentleman." The table looked up at me and thanked me. More maners than I am used to. "Come sit with us?" The guys voice was deep, he had an Australian accent. He reached for one of the champaign glasses on the table and handed it to me before guiding me onto his lap. The movement was nicer than most, usually I got pulled into laps with a rather startling amount of force. The table resumed their conversation laughing at their friend, before moving on to other topics. 

"So why does a beautiful girl like you work in a stripclub?" His hand rested politely on my skirt. "It pays the bills, college is expensive." He smiles at me sadly. "You shouldn't have to work this job to pay for school." He was being way to polite for a stripclub quest. "You don't often go to stripclubs do you?" He laughed at my question while I looked at him. " No, why?" I moved my hands to his hands guiding them to under my skirt moving around in his lap so I was facing him. "Because you're afraid to touch my skin, seem to care about my life. Men around here don't do that. You realise you can touch me right." His hands moved to my ass and squeezed. "I don't want you to be touched by those men, I don't want you to be dancing for them. And I definitely don't need them seeing you dressed like this." He was possessive, funny. "I don't either but bills don't pay them self, nice guy." I rest mind hands around his neck and place my knees on either side of his thighs. "Nice guy? My name is Daniel, love." The word love made me move closer to him, grinding my hips on him slowly. Normally nicknames disgusted me. He grunted at the movement of my hips. "Don't do that, love. Not here." I smirked at him. "Don't worry no one cares." I moved my hips again brushing over the bulge in his pants. His eyes flickered between my boobs and lips. When I wanted to move my hips again his hands squeezed my ass again halting the movement. He hissed and spoke up again his voice deeper now. "Let's get out of here." I looked at him. He was so hot and nice. I'd dance for him for free but I couldn't. "I can't I have to stay here I haven't earned enough money yet." He reached to the table and got out a stack of hundreds. " Here, now you are going over to your boss and telling him you're quitting and then we are leaving and from now on I'll pay your bills." He shoved the bills in my hands and I looked at him in disbelieve. "I can't except this." He moved us up from the chair and said " Yes you can and you will. You will never worry about money again love, you're mine and I will care for you." He moved us out of the booth not saying goodbye to his friends, it was obvious he was leaving and I had to come with. The idea sounded perfect, no more dancing for gross men, no more late nights. A guy as handsome as him caring for me. It was all a little too good to be true. But I took the chance either way, I wanted to trust him.