"HEY! CHEAPSKATE! I'm not shaking my tits up here for FREE! If you wanna cum in your pants, that's fine by me, but it's gonna COST YA!"
The pleasure district sure lived up to its name sometimes…
The Imp on stage with the breathtaking chest sure seemed to be enjoying herself as she cussed out what you could only imagine were stingy regulars, and you were already enjoying yourself with the double-feature she was putting on as she put a smile on your face and a tent in your pants.
Something told you you could have even more fun with her, though, and the closer you got, the more the little spitfire impressed you.
Good lord, the metaphorical balls on her! The sheer chesticles, even! Now that was your kinda woman… You couldn't help but wonder how much she'd charge if you wanted to cum in her pants, so you decided to test the waters, get her attention, and lighten up the mood a bit by tossing her a decent-sized bill.
"Oh boy, looks like we've got a fucking COMEDIAN on our hands toni—!" she roared out, exasperated, at least until her eyes met yours. " Wait, whaaat? What the hell's a human doing here…?"
She seemed more confused than curious. Did she not like humans~? Was your money no good there~?
"Well, for starters, smart ass, you'd usually have to be dead to be here, and seeing as you're not… Hmm, let's just say my night just got a whole lot more interesting, handsome~❤"
The smirk on her face and the way she stuffed your bill deep into her cleavage got the message across loud and clear that she didn't dislike you, which meant it was time to have some fun by asking her how her night was going.
"...Well I was talking to the l imp -dicked jagoff who's been nursing his one-drink-minimum for the better part of an hour until you showed up! Ugh, I mean, I've been shaking these massive tiddies his way to try and get him to crack open his wallet for me, and the piece of shit doesn't even have the common-fucking-courtesy to—!"
The way her jugs bounced and jiggled from side to side as she shook them — even mockingly — compelled you to dig a little deeper and slip a couple bills into her bra while you snuck a feel at just how unbelievably soft those puppies were…
"See!? THIS is how it's done, shrimp dicks! Leave it to a human man to teach all you impotent little boys how to get your dick sucked! If you're nice to the talent, you get the chance to empty both your coin purses~!
"Assuming you like what you see and there's more green where that came from, babe~ ❤"
She'd said the magic words and you didn't even need to pretend you were drunk, or an easy mark, or both! …You really loved Hell sometimes. …Just so long as she was implying what you thought she was implying~?
" No, no! I mean YES! I really mean it this time… I'm only riding this pole so I can make ends meet, so if you've got enough scratch that I only have to ride yours to pay my rent this month, I think I can make a little meat-to-meat meeting happ—"
Tongue-tied out of sheer exasperation, she looked you dead in the eye and tried again:
"…I'll fuck you is what I'm saying. I'll ride you ragged and milk your nuts dry if it means I don't have to do this again. Until next month, anyway…"
Hook, line, and sinker. All you had to do was flash the rest of the cash in your wallet and she was all over you.
"Oh thank SATAN! Alright, show's over, losers! You blew your one chance to blow your loads to me, so now you're gonna have to settle for No-Tits-McGee and Flat-Ass-Brandii-with-two-I's instead! PEACE!"
Unceremoniously jumping down from the stage, the chest-tall imp's cleavage absolutely devoured your arm as she basically glued her hip to yours and marched the two of you towards the club's dressing rooms.
"The name's Barbie, handsome. Yes, really... Just let me grab my stuff from the back and you can call me whatever you want wherever you want."