Taylor 3 - Preview
Added 2024-07-01 13:00:36 +0000 UTCStepping through the door for the first time, Kelly had no allusion as to what this place is...an invite-only gentleman's club, catering to the wealthy and well-connected. Politicians with prominent flag pins on their lapels, Saudi sheiks in white linen and gold-fringed keffiyehs, vaguely disguised celebrities fresh off a Beverly Hills shopping spree...every night is a veritable who's who of the rich and famous.
There was no name on the building, no gaudy neon to advertise what the nondescript building was. There are no welcome signs for fresh off-the-road truckers or college frat boys...if it weren't for the parking lot full of waiting, black town cars, and ultra high-end sports cars, one would assume the building was nothing more than a random business park.
Stepping through the curtain separating the main stage and the dressing room, Taylor plops down in a chair beside Kelly. A pile of discarded lingerie on the table in front of her, the near-naked young woman grins at the elder's reflection in the lighted mirror. Pulling a wad of nothing but high-denomination bills out of her garter, that too is piled up before her.
Taylor: I think I just gave Jeff Bezos a lap dance.
Read the (short) story and see that Bezos-bouncing derriere at the $5 tier level. :D
Original Sketch by Unknown
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2
