I had a hundred, dollar bills,
And a cock as hard as steel.
I was looking for a dirty girl,
To fuck and make her squeal.

My eyes adjusted, the room so dark,
A spotlight hit the stage.
On you wiggled, hands caressing,
Your neck and down your ribcage.

I took a seat near the front,
And watched you writhe and gyrate.
I pitched a tent and licked my lips,
The club the hook, and you the bait.

Lips as red as the blood in my veins,
Creamy skin, so soft and pale.
I touched myself, watching you dance,
You're the slut I wanted to nail.

As it fluttered to the stage,
Crumpled notes, my hard earned cash.
You peeled off your sequinned thong,
And mesmerised me with your ass.

The following night I came prepared,
A roll of notes for a table dance.
I was in heaven as you sidled up,
And slid your hands into my pants.

Regular patrons get the special treatment,
A glass of champagne and a private room.
I knew you'd have to wash my cum,
From out of your sexy costume.

You were mine as long as the money lasted,
But I was running out of time.
I couldn't decide whether to bend you over,
Or lay down for a sixty-nine.

I pulled off your panties and bent you in two,
As I rammed my cock into your backdoor.
You moaned and groaned, you fucking loved it!
My dirty little whore.

I pounded faster, your ass shaking,
Taking it to the extreme.
"Oh yes! Fuck your dirty slut harder!"
Was all you were able to scream.

I fucked you as hard as my hips would allow,
Blurringly quick, an incredible pace.
Before slipping out and spinning you round,
And spraying my load all over your face.

I've fucked you in the bathroom,
And I've fucked you in my car.
For a roll of sweaty twenties,
You've sucked me off behind the bar.

I smile knowing you leave work each night,
With my handprints upon your butt.
A shameless hussy, a filthy whore,
You're my stripper slut.