As I stand before the magnetic billiards table, anticipation loads the air. The powerful magnet and steel strip develop an almost magnetic pull, making each shot more uncertain and difficult. I'm not below just for the obstacle; I'm below to aid the blonde stripper whose hot moves have astounded me all night. Her eggs, carefully hidden throughout the table, hold the trick to unlocking her most sultry performances. Each one I pocket adds fuel to her fire, her activities coming to be more sensual and daring with each successful shot. Her eyes fulfill mine over the crowd, shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and need, and I cant aid yet seem like I'm part of something truly special.
