Candy spun around the pole, watched by dozens of hungry eyes. The eyes adjusted in their seats in a futile attempt to get comfortable. Watching a body like hers, the pressure can be unbearable. She tossed her bubblegum tresses, kicked her luscious legs and gave the men what they wanted. And in turn, she got what she wanted.

Make it rain, baby.

A familiar face approached the stage, wallet open. A twenty was pulled from a stack of bills. Crisp. Fresh from the fuckin’ press, just like the man’s suit. She couldn’t resist.

He caught a whiff of her perfume as she crawled toward him on all fours. That brings back memories. He took a seat. She straddled him in the seat, took his tie in her hand, pulled him close and moaned in his ear.

“It’s been a while, stranger.” Her voice was honey. “You want some company?”

He smiled, then tucked his business card into her thong. “Call me when you get off work.”

She grinned, then returned to the stage as he stood up and left.

Sugar Daddy was back in town.