Unwrap My Present

The sounds of the holiday season fill the air in New York City.

I’ve been stripping for women at holiday parties for a while. To say it’s an interesting profession would be a mild understatement.

I was meant to dance on Broadway, but it didn’t work out like that. No reason to waste good talent.

Party after party, I shake my ass and make the girls giggle as the chilly month of December pays my bills for the upcoming year.

All was well and good until I met her. The pretty ballerina princess that made time stop.

She’s a dancer in the Nutcracker this year, and I’m going to be watching her front and center. I can’t help myself. She’s unwound me, unwrapped me, fucked me up for good.

Time to take what’s mine.