Brooke started pole dancing just for the money, but from the first time she felt the hard shaft slide between her tits she knew it was where she belonged.
Gripping it between her thighs made her so wet that she left a slippery sheen of cunt juices on the pole that she was required to lick off with her tongue after every performance. The feel of it in her cleavage sent her to a dopey and submissive place where she would suck on whatever was put in her mouth and buck against whatever was put in her pussy.
She became the club owner’s favourite toy, who he fucked after every shift and sent home naked and confused. He treated her like shit, and yet she came back every night to worship the pole, happier and stupider every time…