A past girlfriend of mine, stripper, loved when I wore a tie and also loved when I smoked cigars. I didn't like smoking cigars as much as she liked me to. I once put on a jacket and tie, went out through the garage door, lit up a cigar, and rang the doorbell when she was on my couch in nothing but one of my T-shirts. I told her I was 'the landlord', and that I had come to collect the rent. She was late on the rent, of course. I had to inspect the house so I was checking her underwear drawer and shoe closet. Soon I had her modeling some very sexy stripper shoes for me. Then she had to convince me not to evict her, and to give her some more time to get the rent together. I asked her what she did for a living, and she told me she was a stripper at an all-nude club (which was true). I proceeded to fuck the brownie out of her.
She used to dress like a street-walking whore for me. Or a diner waitress, or a flight attendant, or a business woman, or anything else. I was a trucker, a cop, a construction hard-hat, an executive, a biker, a soldier, a pilot, etc. Easy because I really WAS most of those things.
The street-walking whore is the best. I hope you get her to do that one. Tell her it's not really HER, it's an act. My stripper used to color her hair. If her hair was red she wasn't herself. She was so fucking beautiful she was scary. I was intimidated to approach her even though I knew I was going to fuck her brains out.
Good luck!
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