So right now I’m sitting on my bed, fucking myself. No, not masturbating, fucking myself. Masturbating is a weird word. I don’t like it. Really, I’m just imagining Spencer fucking me, like always. One time I pretended we were on an airplane…or on a boat….or in a classroom…you get the point. It usually works for me. I always cum, and cum hard, guaranteed. But this time, not really. All I can do instead of fantasizing about her is think about all the shit she said to me the other day, ending in my complete embarrassment. I mean…the rejection hotline? Seriously? Who the fuck does that?!

Honestly, I can’t get off right now. You know those times where you want to get off just for the sake of getting off? Yeah, this is one of those times. It’s a good thing I have options. You see, daddy dearest does own one fantastic little place, a strip club. He named it “The Doll’s House”. Really classy, huh?

Fuck me, I’m horny as hell. Fuck Spencer. I’ll just go get one of the strippers to fuck me. Daddy used to let me “test them out” before he hired them…you know, to make sure they knew how to really work it. And work me.

So here I am, at daddy’s favorite place to go. Of course, I requested a private room, because, you know, I can do that. I was hoping to get one of the girls I knew were good, but nope, completely new girl this time. Hell, I don’t even know her name, let alone her stripper name. They showed me a picture of her, my mouth watered, game over.

The room is dimly lit, and scantily clad, just how I like my women. I’m sitting in a chair, about the be the human equivalent of a stripper pole, and I’m perfectly fine with that.

The door opens. Fucking finally!

The blonde saunters out.

Yep, exactly what I ordered, a Spencer Carlin carbon copy.

She’s wearing practically nothing, a tiny white, practically see through g-string, and a matching barely-there bikini style top. It’s mouthwatering, and she knows it.

Her back to me, she slowly starts to gyrate to the music, her hips swaying slightly in front of me. She turns around and puts one hand on the back of my chair and she slowly moves forward to the point that she’s now straddling my legs. Okay so, no lie, this is like a huge fantasy of mine. A Spencer Carlin look-alike basically using me as her human stripper pole. Hell, Spencer Carlin can use me as her human fucktoy for all I care.