My lover and I loved our work.

We could bump and grind against each other as though we were at a club, and were paid a handsome salary.

I wasn't into women before Nadine.

We'd been the best of friends, fellow strippers at the club. During a performance one night, she shoved me down on stage, pulled my G-string aside, and put her tongue to my clit.

Her hand reached up and pinched my nipples through my pasties.

I moaned and came, swiftly, violently, while the customers cheered.

In one night, the revenue of the strip club nearly doubled, and there were hundreds of dollars strewn across the stage.

After the performance I found myself at her apartment.

She kissed me deeply, sucking the thoughts from my head as she eagerly pulled off my clothes. Nadine pushed me to my knees. Eager to pleasure her, I pulled her panties down and licked her, sliding my fingers deep to stimulate her G-spot.

Her pussy was like mine, and yet different, with a unique texture and scent. I couldn't get enough of her. We fell into bed together and her mouth moved to my breasts, biting and tasting and teasing in a way no man ever had.

I came violently from, shaking, and clutching her to me, feeling the crush of her breasts against my own.

"I wanted you from the moment I saw you dance," she said. "Can I fuck you?"

I could only nod as she pulled the strap on from the nightstand. The cock was huge, ten inches of wide silicone curved to hit my G-spot. It hurt when she entered me, but it was a delicious, addictive pain.

When she lifted her breast to my mouth, I moaned and sucked eagerly, knowing our friendship would never be the same.