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One last pass and I’m done for the night. Honey smiled to herself, eyeing her now sparkling floor. She was a pole dance teacher, and a successful one at that. People came from far and wide to be taught by her. And if the price was right, she’d even give private lessons.Just then, she heard a door bell. What the fu–? she thought as she whirled around to investigate who could’ve just barged in on her. A quaint little couple stood, apologetically, in the foyer. The man and woman were about the same height. Both were attractive with beautiful forms, but that didn’t stop her anger from being aroused. Blast! “I’m sorry … we’re closed. Didn’t you see the kaçak iddaa sign?” “I apologize …” the man began. His voice was husky and deep. Sensual … or it would be, if she weren’t so upset with the intrusion. “We were just hoping for a …” “For a late night lesson?” Honey interrupted, waving her hand in dismissal. “As I already said, we’re cl–” “Oh, please.” The woman interrupted her timidly. Honey eyed her sharply. The woman blushed three shades of red under Honey’s scrutiny “Please will you give me a lesson. I am willing to do anything …” “Anything I ask?” Honey couldn’t help grinning wickedly as she began picturing the possibilities. The woman looked kaçak bahis quizzical and unsure but nodded her answer. “I’ll be glad to give you the lesson under one condition.” “She’ll do anything you ask of her.” the man piped up, eager to the show going. Honey chuckled, displaying two rows of perfect white teeth. “That’s my condition.” “I’m sorry? What’s your condition?” The man was puzzled and clearly used to getting his own way. “You both allow me to use you as I please for the evening.” She shifted her gaze from one to the other. “And nothing leaves this building. So, are we good?” The couple exchanged glances and nodded dumbly. “Mmm … good. illegal bahis Now, let’s begin shall we?” Honey locked the front door and motioned the others to follow. “This is going to be painless … for me. I will get off tonight. You, maybe.” She turned and flashed a wicked grin, as she rested her hand on the closest pole. “This is a pole. Sit.” She directed the man. He hurried to comply. As he neared the floor, Honey knocked his feet from underneath him and secured his hands around the pole with a shiny pair of cuffs. He rewarded her with a grunt. “What the he-?” He tried protesting. He didn’t get very far, as Honey shoved one of her thigh-high stockings in his mouth. “Your role tonight is to shut up, observe, and then get it up. Trust me, your girl will get a lesson.” “And you …” Honey smiled seductively at the woman, as she slinked her way toward her.

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