Scene Description:
Amari Anne squirmed in the stiff office chair, her skimpy outfit barely containing her curves as the tax guy slid the outrageous quarterly bill across the desk. She pouted, confused why she owed so fucking much, until he explained that her fat stacks from shaking her ass demanded extra filthy work to untangle. Grinning wickedly, the naughty stripper decided to pay in a different currency—slowly peeling off her clothes in a sultry, hip-rolling show, flashing skin and grinding closer until the accountant's focus shifted from numbers to her dripping, naked body.
