Busty Redhead Stripper Candy Hall
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Cut-off shorts that show most of the ass. Halter tops that threaten to pop a big boob out at any moment. High-heeled fuck-me shoes. Newcomer Candy Hall looks good that way, doesn’t she? Foo-foo evening gowns, necklaces that weigh 50 pounds and earrings as big as chandeliers are outdated. Candy’s a 22-year-old modern girl, and she dresses to show her stuff. She was found by the same SCORE photographer who discovered Alexia, our Dancer-Next-Door in April ‘02 SCORE. Candy’s a Florida chick who’s dancing at a few of the 50,000 dance joints that saturate the Southern Florida beltway area. Do that many guys get a lapdance every fuckin’ night to support them all? In this shitty economy? Unbelievable. But Candy doesn’t want to be a dancer for too long. She doesn’t want to sit on the damp, clammy, wood-sprouting laps of strange, sleazy men, some of whom work for SCORE Magazine. No, Candy wants to become a professional make-up artist, like our own wiz. But, before that happens, we have to convince Candy to do some stuff on video. We’re certain she’s got the right stuff. |
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