5
FINN
A set of warm lips upon my cheek pulled me out of the deep slumber I’d fallen into after a night of sinful pleasures. “Candy,” I whispered, remembering the girl’s name this time.
“That’s my stage name,” she giggled. “Now that we’re in the light of day, would you like to know my real name, Finn?”
Opening my eyes, I found her sitting up, perky t**s uncovered, and her blonde hair pulled into a bun on top of her head. “What is your real name?”
“Martha,” she said. “I was named after my great-grandmother.”
“I see why you decided to go by Candy rather than Martha. Martha is a terrible name for a stripper.”
“Exotic dancer, Finn.” She leaned over, jiggling her t**s in my face. “Care to spend the day in bed? I don’t have to go to work until around ten tonight.”
“You may find this hard
