Candy's Diary II

February 26

I don’t get it. I love dancing, and I know I’m good at it! I can see it in the men’s eyes, the way they leer at my tits and my ass with every well-practiced move, the way they shift in their seats to try to hide how hard their cocks get (why do they hide that? Hard cocks are the best!) I like giving them pleasure, because I know that pleases Daddy. He told me slutty is best and sent me so many amazing audios that make me feel so fuzzy and happy and wet… wetter is better. Wetter is better. Now they don’t want me to dance in the club anymore. I just don’t understand. I’m so dumb.

Apparently they don’t like some of the stuff I do aside from dancing, but I don’t see how I’m doing anything bad. If I make cocks hard, shouldn’t I use my slutty holes to make them cum? Isn’t that my purpose? I’m careful, too! I only do it in the bathrooms and I’ve only gotten caught like, five times. That’s nothing! And I’m making the men happy, which makes Daddy happy. But the manager says something about rules and laws and stuff and it doesn’t make any sense. Is being a good girl bad now? I’m sure Daddy will know. I’ll chat with him tonight.