One customer, Steve, has become a regular every Saturday night after her first set. He always gets the first private lap dance. It was flattering at f...rst, having a 23 year old wanting her to dance for him privately and paying 75 for it, but last Saturday, when she was dancing for him, he called her “Mom” and that ruined everything. A little too twisted for her liking. Only two more Saturdays left and she will be done with him.The dancing has been great for her body though, her legs are even. I hand the driver his due, and as I step out of the taxi my flaming red hair billows around my face, blocking my eyes. Sounds… voices… whispers! Crap! Of course, schools not over yet. I hate him for making me meet him all this kids here. They would point and whisper, but that isn’t even the part I can’t stand. I loathe their pity, I find their normal, healthy lives offending. Frustrated with my hair, I yank it out of my face and let it flutter in the wind behind me like a cape. My Eyes! It is. I held her, mouth still on her mound, but lifted her from the tree and lowered her swiftly to the ground. I moved up her body quickly. Sensing my intention, she lifted her hips to the perfect angle and I drove straight into her, my balls slapping loudly against her ass.She came again almost immediately and I fucked her hard and fast all the way through that one but only for about a minute. With a deep groan, I pumped a full load deep into her, which she welcomed by gripping my ass with her. Send the clone to go and get the lamp. Please, the fate of the world depends on it.”“….Fine. But just know that my suffering is because of you.”Barakaat snapped his fingers, and a copy of himself appeared, walking off. While she waited, Antonella thought about what she was doing. When she rubbed that lamp, she would be subject to the Master-specific genie rules. Meaning that her immortality would no longer work, and she would be required to die at her appointed time. That time being nearly five.