The lifestyle her mother introduced her to? It was never a child's place but she had no choice. Esmé Solei, at the age of twelve, witnessed things a child should never have to. A lifestyle meant for survival but passion to most, at least according t...
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It was way past three in the morning and the club was even more packed than an hour ago. Strippers were everywhere, making their rounds. Bartenders and bottle girls were sending out bottles and shots left to right. Sundays were required for a reason.
Esmé was on her fourth lap dance of the night and you'd think she was a natural. Her body swayed effortlessly against the man seated against the boof, her backside pressing into his chest.
"This yo first night, huh?" The man asked shoving three crisp hundred dollar bills into her lace pantie.
"Yeah, relax though. I got you." Esmé leaned forward to whisper in his ear, straddling his lap and grinding her body more into his.
Ciara's Body Party filled the entire building and the tension in the Casa was thick. Ladies could be seen swinging wildly around the poles and some even using each other as props.
He reached around and gripped a handful of her ass cheek, snapping her out her trance and she rolled her eyes.
She gripped at her breasts, imitating what she'd seen a girl do earlier, biting into her lip and seeming sexual. He was all for it, shoving twenties into her chest and panties.
