Revenge of the Stripper: An Erotic Tale of Wet Revenge

By Kaylee Kennicott

All the dancers at The Paradiso hate John, a rude, handsy client who mistreats and disrespects the girls.

After he makes her friend Candi cry, the stripper Felicia decides enough is enough: it's time for the girls to enact wet revenge.

Felicia bides her time until she has the perfect opportunity to get John alone in a private room; his rude behavior is enough for the security guys to tie him to the chair, and Felicia finds the stage complete for his utter humiliation.

With John restrained, Felicia proceeds to use him exactly as his name suggests: as her own personal piss toilet.

But will John be outraged to be used, or will he come crawling back for more?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaylee Kennicott
• Release date: Jun 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463715703

Kaylee Kennicott

Kaylee is 25 years old and writes erotica.

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REVENGE OF THE STRIPPER

Kaylee Kennicott

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Copyright 201 8  Kaylee Kennicott

REVENGE OF THE STRIPPER: AN EROTIC TALE OF WET REVENGE

I saw that guy coming in again today -- the one that Candi has been trying to avoid. Skulking around the buffet table, glancing up at the stage periodically -- I only noticed him because his dirty blond hair caught the light sometimes, twinkling offensively at me.

When the girls all stretched their legs to take a walk around the stage, passing each other, circling around to new positions at different poles, trying to work a different part of the crowd, I made sure to bump into Candi.

He’s here, I hissed. By the buffet table.

Shit, she whispered back. I’m getting outta here. I’ll send Asia out. Cover for me?

You got it, I said, with a sharp spank on her ass to make it look like her departure offstage was planned.

I walked forward to the center pole at the front of the stage and took Candi’s spot. It was a coveted position, front and center in the eye of the crowd, but it could make you a target for all the weirdos and dickheads who patronized a joint like this.

Like that dirty blond asshole, that little redneck fucker, whom Candi was fleeing.

I had been at The Paradiso for three years, and in that whole