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Started July 14, 2020 by Deleted user

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Storm finally threw the roll of money, then moved to find the manager to discuss having a private session. This man… He was good, Storm could tell. Coming here wouldn't be a mistake after all. He smirked a little to himself. The man seemed to be able to handle it rough. Good.

The manager walked over too Ashton and tapped on the stage. Ash walked over and quietly talked to him, then looked at Storm. "Someone is going to take me home after all. Any special requests?" He shook his head, and handed Ashton the leash and collar that is required of him to wear every time he wears the bunny outfit. He quickly puts on the collar and strides over to Storm, handing him the leash. "Alright Master, take me away." He said casually, with a bit of attitude to his voice.

"With pleasure," Storm said. He accepted to leash, already leading Ashton away. He knew exactly what he planned on doing. Hopefully, Ashton wasn't a wimp, all talk and no action. From what he'd seen, though, he'd be getting his money's worth tonight. He'd invested quite a lot by now, and he was going to make sure of it.

"Better be pleasure." He said haughtily, following after Storm. He waved at some of the strippers and mouthed. 'Get the first aid!' Then pointed at the office and continued to follow. He knew this was gonna be a rough one. "So, what's your name so I know what to cry out, in fake or real pleasure?"

"Storm." Honestly, everything about Storm seemed fake. His style, his hair, hell even his name. He led Ashton to one of the private rooms. God he was ready for this. He honestly didn't care at this moment whether Ashton just acted the entire time.

"Well someone's cold. Relax geeze. You happened to win the best stripper here~" Him being bratty usually excited customers. He didn't know how to react to this man, who was so fake he could almost taste his plastic personality. It didn't matter to him, he'd never see him again probably. As long as he got paid, and paid well, this man could be a walking dildo for all he cared.

Storm shrugged a little.
"Prove it," he challenged, ready to get started now. Honestly, sometimes he only thought of himself as a walking dildo, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. This man want the kind of stripper you went to too just have nice long talks with. There were ones like that, but he wasn't looking for that tonight.

He looked at Storm and smirked, walking over with a swagger, and pushed him into a chair. He then began to give a lap dance, giving off soft moans, and gripping at Storm's thighs. He knew what was doing as he brushed his lips against Storms, and let them glide across his neck, just light and airy, never actually doing anything. (I don't know what else to do except have Ashton start twisting himself into pretzels and doing back bends.)

(ah, alright then also I'm sorry if I'm not that good with this but I can only handle one of these kind of scenes at a time and I've got another already going rnnnnn)
Storm let his eyes close as Ashton brushed his lips against him. This was much better then talking. He smirked a little, eyes opening a little to keep watching Ashton.

(We can put this one on pause if you want.) Ashton continued his teasing, grinding his ass against Storm's. "Don't you want this little bunny?~" He teased, running his hands up and down Storm's chest, with a certain glint in his eyes. It was a look of lust. Ashton really wanted Storm to choke him or something. Get past the fakeness.