You hear a knock on your door.
Itâs the middle of the day and you wonder who it is.
Come to your surprise itâs a man wearing a hat, black speedo and gloves with a fishnet bottom and what not.
âCan I help you?â You stutter in confusion.
âIâm here from Stripr services. I got an appointment here for 12:30 and it looks like Iâm right on time.â He says with a gruff voice.
You open your mouth to speak but he quiets you as he lets himself in, leading you to your living room as he used your radio and put on his music.
He pushed you onto the couch a the music started pumping. He danced to and fro, showing off his already hilariously naked self as he moved just like a stripper would.
Everytime you tried to interject he would shush you and shake his ass in your face.
You complained one more time before giving up and going with the flow and in no time did he finish up as he had worked himself to quite a sweat.
He walks away and cuts the music off as he wipes himself down with a towel he brought in.
âNow about payment.â He started.
You jumped up and immediately started to dig in your pocket for your wallet when you stopped halfway through.
âWait a minute! I didnât even pay FOR you. How are you gonna ask me for money?â
But the stripper walks over and kisses you.
âIâm not asking for money.â
He opens his mouth wide as he stuffs your head inside.
The stripper suddenly grabs you before you can struggle as he wrestles you over, gulping and ingesting you until heâs casually kicking down your flailing feet.
It seemed like he was hungrier than normal, barely getting anytime to enjoy you as you were already deposited in his stomach.
His normally flat stomach now bulging with a live meal as he belched and rubbed his tank.
âHeh. I always get so hungry after a job.â