Lulu Lalane heard the tentative knock on the door and opened to see a petite nervous teenage girl with freckles, glasses, and short black hair.
"Yeah?" Lulu said as she took a swig of her booze.
"Um... my name is Claire Kent... or is it Clark? Um, Claire Kent."
"Whaddya want?"
"Um, I'm not from here.... I think I'm from Kansas. I don't have a place to live right now. I think I can trust you."
Lulu Lalane smirked. She was much too streetsmart to trust anyone.
She studied Claire Kent. The girl was pretty sweet and cute in a "farmgirl nerd" sort of way. Lulu could see her jiggling her ass on stage. For some reason, the image of Claire whipping off her glasses and ripping open her shirt was pretty strong in Lulu's
eyes.
Yeah, she'd make a sweet stripper.
"Sure, I'll take care of yah, kid."
Lulu grinned as she guided Claire inside. Maybe she could let the little girl eat her out later. Though Lulu loved dick, sometimes a little rug-muncher was cool too if they were cute enough.
Claire smiled nervously, glad that someone was looking after her.
Lulu Lalane snorted. "Claire Kent" wouldn't do for a stage name. What about "Candi Kane"?
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