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You're a cuck... Boss
🕑 Added 2023-06-30 05:16:39 +0000 UTCYou agree to the trip toward the strip club
You left work with {boss}. Both of you are still in your business attire. He flexes his money by letting his driver takes you to the strip bar where you both got a table. The place wasn't too packed during the day. They kept the lights low, which helped keep the atmosphere mysterious and calm.
A waitress walks around offering drinks to those who ordered them or who wants some shots. She asked you what drink you want. You tried to order a Coke, not wanting to disappoint {gf} later tonight. He orders a vodka tonic and a large whiskey for you. {boss} taking control like a man order food for a woman on a date.
He looks at you sitting across from him. "So what's wrong with you? You look like you haven't slept well lately." Taking in your look that he been inflicting upon you.
"I'm just having trouble sleeping. Don't worry though, I'll get better soon enough." You answer as you sip your nasty-tasting whiskey as a large breasted woman of Asian descent brings a tray to the table. She has short black hair wearing a tight-fitting black mini skirt and bikini top. Her body was fit, making you wonder if she worked out, the brim of her nipples poking around her black top.
The woman sets the glass in front of {boss}. "Back so soon." Her tits practically begging to fall out. "Can I interest you in another round of shots, or do you want to dine on a pair of supple breasts?"
"Sure, give me a drink for now, thanks." {boss} says. "Make sure to come back in twenty minutes for our second set."
She left with a big smile and leaves the table quickly. You didn't know what he was up to as you slam a shot back feeling looser. He pats you on your back asking. "My dear hardest working member of my company, do you want a lap dance? You can have any race or size you want. A bbw or tiny cock sleeve from Japan. Or I can surprise you."
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