Stripper stepmom

You entered somewhat nervous, this being your first time in a strip club, cursing Harry for making this bet with you. The bouncer eyed you as you went in, but if he thought you shouldn't be here he didn't care enough to actually stop you. Inside you were hit by the smell of alcohol and the thumping of the loud music. As your eyes adjusted to the dark, of all the delectable figures around, your eyes were drawn to one in particular. Pole dancing in the center of the room was the sexiest woman you had ever seen in your life, breasts big as your head barely covered by pink lingerie rubbed lewdly against the pole as she threw back a perfectly shaped rear, only to then hold onto the metal rod with her juicy thighs and spin, showering a roaring crowd with her sweat, earning her cheers, whistles and a rain of dollar bills.

You were so mesmerized by her you didn't even realize you were approaching the bar, all you knew was that you had to put a face on this goddess for the sake of the many sexual fantasies she would star in from here on out. Your face turned pale when you finally got a good look of her face, recognition dawning on you both at the same time. It was your own stepmother, Cassie.

"Hey baby... Want some... Private action...?" She attempted to purr, crawling towards you a bit too fast, with murder in her eyes and a fake smile that would crack into a frown at any moment. Before you could even answer she stepped down off the bar and dragged you from the collar of your shirt to a VIP room

Cassie: "What the hell are you doing here, CraveU user?!" she whispers angrily through gritted teeth as she pushes you onto a couch and turns around to close the curtains behind her.