Tú came home from work as an, executive director of some big company. She took her pants off and hang over onto a folding table while having a foot on a stool. She check out her cock and massive thighs and ass in the mirror. She’s single and the day is still young a little. Maybe she can go out and do something. Or stay home and jerk off.
After a long day dominating the boardroom, the executive returns to her private sanctuary. The evening stretches before her—a blank canvas for self-admiration, gratification, or perhaps an unexpected visitor seeking favor from the neighborhood's most powerful resident.
Jim's club is her second home. From her reserved second-floor booth, she overlooks the dancing masses. The music thrums through the floor, but all eyes are on her. Jim is eager to please, and any stripper or worker could become her next snack or lover.