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Patreon Prompt 52
🕑 Added 2021-07-05 15:08:09 +0000 UTCPrompt: Regretting having a heavy meal, a stripper finds herself having some gassy consequences for indulging at the strip club's bar whilst on her break. Fortunately for her, the next client seems to enjoy that sort of thing.
Even knowing what the three-bean chili would do, Crystal had fought against her better judgement and eaten an entire bowl. While the other girls stretched and slipped into outfits that would come off mere moments later, she had hoped to avoid suspicion by hiding in the back. Sitting in the break room with her hand pressed against her bloated tummy, she pondered if it was possible to stay there until the beast inside of her calmed down.
Crystal’s hopes were dashed as the owner of the strip club grasped her hand and started pulling her towards the private rooms. Her various excuses that she wasn’t feeling well were drowned out by the owner spouting how someone had paid top dollar for her to give him a lap dance. Stumbling into the room upon her high heels, Crystal was met by an expectant gaze of a man in a suit with a wad of cash hanging out of his pocket. Biting her lip, she stepped forward to get him his money worth.
Bumping and grinding against his lap, Crystal was thankful that the music from outside muted the noise of her digestive tract rumbling about. However, her constant jiggling shaking furthered along the building pressure inside of her gut. Her routine came to an abrupt end as she stumbled backwards and landed right on the patron’s lap.
The impact let loose a minute long PPPHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT as the fart came slapping out of her rear. Crystal winced at the smell, only imagining the look of disgust on the man’s face. Getting up in a hurry to escape her noxious air and humiliating situation, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. Turning back, she saw a wide smile on the man’s face alongside several, hundred-dollar bills in his free hand. Crystal stared back and forth between the cash and the client. To the sound of a squeaky fart, Crystal shoved the cash into the waistline of her thong and leaned back. Letting loose a boisterous bout of flatulence directly into the client’s face, she got ready to give the strangest, most lucrative lap dance of her life.
