Imagine Me striding into the VIP room at the strip club, My heels clicking with authority as I spot you waiting, wallet at the ready for some findom bliss. “Baby, aren’t you happy My last client rescheduled? Now you get to spend this time with Me,” I purr sweetly, My curves swaying close. But as I twerk My big ass against you, you catch Me sighing and rolling My eyes - don't be silly, you're just imagining things, beta; focus on worshipping these long legs wrapping around you. I peel off My top, freeing My massive tits for your desperate gaze, My annoyance fading because the clock's ticking down. Finally, as the song ends, I lean in with a wicked smile: "you can't afford another second of My perfection, so straighten that pathetic bulge and get back to the floor - tip big if you dream of more."
