Standing in a spotlight she hides behind her naked body. Perfect breasts sway with her undulations, and her back arches to display her firm ass. She flexes the sleek muscles of legs made impossibly long by shoes with sky-high heels. Moist red lips and smoky eyes promise pleasures her customers will dream of later when they’re alone with their hard cocks.

Her true strip tease begins when she goes home at the end of the night. Her lover watches as the shoes are kicked aside, replaced by mismatched socks. In old jeans and a baggy sweatshirt her body is hers once again, not an object of desire. She scrubs away the mask that covers her face, and he kisses her pale, dry lips. Her gaze is no longer a come-hither lie but a shy invitation. When they go into the bedroom he turns out the lights. He does not need to see the fantasy she sells to other men.

There in the darkness she lets him in where no one else is allowed.

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