The Wannabe Stripper

Eva Lovia watched her bills pile up. Fast money. Stripping seemed simple enough with her body, but the moves had to come first. AJ Applegate arrived to teach her. She showed Eva the subtle hip rolls and cheeky glances that worked better than raw speed. Eva stood still. “This isn’t necessary,” she said. “They’ll pay to look.” AJ disagreed. Eva stepped closer, drawing her trainer in, hips already brushing. AJ gripped Eva’s waist and pulled her to the pole, guiding her slower than before. Eva arched her back, showing her round ass, and AJ’s breath caught. Eva kissed her. The lesson changed. They peeled each other’s tops on the couch, mouths meeting again and again. Naked, Eva climbed over AJ’s lap and ground her wet pussy against her. AJ licked and sucked, Eva’s moans filling the room. Then AJ spread her thighs; Eva slipped beneath and tasted her. They traded places, hands and tongues working harder until neither cared about technique at all—only heat.