Bring your wallet and worship me, you can start by sending me a nice fat tip just for my attention. The embodiment of perfection is what I am, slim waist and full hips. A nice full bust barely contained by my corset, matching panties gracing my curves. My nylon stalking’s cling to my skin and my heels help me reach the sky. Blessing your Prescence is my only real job in life, that is besides taking all of your money.
You’re all to happy sitting back, with your hands placed one on each thigh. Feet parted ever so slightly and your breath has picked up a notch ever since I walked into the room. Wearing your favorite color which plays so well against my skin, making me glow under the room lighting. Hand on my hip, flipping through the playlist until I find a song that makes my hips sway. Dropping the remote to the floor I let the music take over my body. Feeling the worship your gaze held I kept my eyes closed and let my body put you in a trance.
Breath getting heavier and your fist clutching at that wallet tighter and tighter, you know the more you spend the more you get. Needing more of me you open your wallet and start pulling out cash. With each bill thrown my way I lose a piece of clothing, making your mouth water with need. Money pilled on the floor but you just need more, finally pulling out your wallet you hand me your credit card and give me the okay to take as much as I want. Bringing my eyes to finally look at you, giving you the attention you’ve been so desperately craving. Sauntering towards you I grab your card and lower my panties. turning around and bending over, allowing you to have all of me. But remember, only for a price.