“She has a cute little body,” the man in the sunglasses told me. “I brought her over to strip for me. She had such a killer body. She must have been at least eighteen, but you know these girls these days look younger than they really are.”
I nodded in agreement.
The strippers on stage have never heard of Blaspheme, nor have they’ve seen anyone who met the description.
“There was this one girl,” the blond with the killer tits said, “but I think her name was Karina, though.”
The man in the sunglasses was my only lead and he was getting me nowhere.
“Blaspheme,” he continued, “was really into stripping. I picked her up at one of these joints and took her home with me. She gave me a free show, but that’s as far as she took it. I wanted to have sex with her, my cock was harder than fuck, but she just smiled and petted the head and went to the backroom to get dressed. I was a shame, too, because she had a killer pussy. They don’t make them like that at all. She’s a special one.”