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Requiem For A Stripper #372


I sat at the bar and watched Jen Ann's show at 10 p.m. I didn't see how men could come here night after night. This was my fifth day that I'd spent a good portion of it in a strip club, and it was beginning to wear thin.

I had a few more drinks and Jen Ann emerged from the back.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said.

"You don't have another show to do later?"

"No, they're trying out a couple of new girls later on. I'm done until tomorrow night."

Just then I saw Nicky Minga coming through the door...

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