My Strip Club--Denise Duhamel

In my strip club the girls crawl on stage wearing overalls and turtlenecks then slowly pull on gloves, ski masks and hiking boots. As the music slows, they lick the pole and for a tantalizing second their tongues stick because it's so cold. They zip up parkas and tie tight bows under their hoods. A big spender can take one of my girls into a back room where he can clamp her snowshoes. 

From DMQ Review