It’s always fun at the club!

I love working in the club, everything about it, I’m not just in it for the money like most people think. Evidently, I love the cash flow in this place, finessing guys, and taking their money… I turn their experience into a blackmail strip-club nightmare. Also, I love the smell of freshly sprayed perfume, smiling faces, and pole entertainment. Furthermore, there’s nothing better than the tipsy bartenders and the hard cocks emanating from all the clients’ pants. I’ve worked here for two years now and I wouldn’t change it for the world, the club is my home. It’s where you can find me 24/7.

Alright, maybe I’m exaggerating, it’s not like I set up camp at the club. Besides, I need to get rest and fuck thick black cock at some point right? Today my client Andrew is in for a treat… He’s this pathetic scrawny 46-year-old Caucasian man, with a small cock, works 10-hour shifts 4 days a week, and spends most of his money with me. I’ve known him for about two months now, and he’s opened up about every intimate detail of his life. Including personal information and contacts close to him, I have everything on this guy!

Soon his show becomes a blackmail strip-club nightmare.

Certainly, I’m not the only one accessing his information, it’s easy to just look him up on his Facebook and see his whole world splashed on the page. It actually is, I looked him up and he keeps NO secrets. The only real secret he has is his stripper obsession and his cross-dressing habits. That’s why today’s visit is going to be a bit different than usual. I’m turning it into a blackmail strip-club nightmare. I get Andrew back into the V.I.P. room where we’re all alone and he begins to dress up.

The whole time he’s facing away from me and doesn’t realize I’m videotaping the whole thing, me, the club, the room, and him getting dressed up in sheer black stockings, black 5-inch heels, and maroon colored lace bra, and g-string. As he turns around to face me and places the finishing touches on his wig, he immediately exhales in agony. I let him know that he has to give me all the money and credit cards he has in his wallet. He’s some sort of pristine architect and is always packing a bulge of cash.

After rejecting my request, I show him all the photos and videos I have taken of him shortly after meeting him. >>This is how things are going to go Andrew, you’re going to give me all the cash you have on hand plus the credit cards in your wallet. You will continue to pay off the cards once they max out, and come into the club to pay me in cash whenever I need it. Otherwise, you’re pathetic little wife is going to find out about your double life. Now, unless you want to lose her and your four kids, you’ll give me what I want.>>

Hungry for money.

I can tell I just turned his pathetic V.I.P. cross-dress private show into a blackmail strip-club nightmare for him. Shortly after scolding me, Andrew begins to pull out all his cash, counting it to me as I requested. He pulls out a whopping $4637!!! That’s not all, he’s a very responsible man, he pulls out four, zero balance credit cards with a total limit of two hundred thirty thousand dollars! I literally just hit the jackpot. Poor Andrew, I feel a bit bad so I force him to finish his cross-dressing show before heading out on a shopping spree!

Looking for blackmail fun? You’re at the right place. Call this horny little slut now!