You followed me into the club hoping to get close. Bad idea. In glossy black PVC leggings and green stripper heels, I don’t notice you — or pretend not to. In the middle of my seductive dance, I step on you like you’re nothing. My stiletto heel lands right on your toes… and stays there. I grind. I twist. I don’t even look down. For 40 minutes, you’re just beneath me — like that piece of chocolate I destroy under my heels. At the end, I show you what’s left. Spoiler: nothing survives me