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In love with a stripper (series)

I watched her place her cigarette in an ashtray and take a step closer while I continued dancing on the pole. I heard the sound of her palm hitting against each other as she applauded. “Get down.” She spoke with a stern voice and an unreadable look on her face. I wasn’t ready to argue with one of the highest paying customers so I did as she said. She turned her back towards me and walked into the darkness and I mindlessly followed her. I stood in the darkness without knowing what to expect and neither could I see her. It happened so fast and I felt my back pressing against the wall that was once across from where I previously stood. “I don’t like the way they stare and fantasise about your body.” She whispered and I couldn’t help but get turned on by how dominant she was. “But I love the way you gawk at me when you see me take off my robe but must especially when I dance.” I bit my lips trying to hold back my passion. ___ Sent by her stepmother to bring down Genevieve Rodríguez as an undercover agent for an old drug queen, Cattleya is found crazily in love with Genevieve, her dark knight. “I can’t do it!!.” Cattleya cried. “You can’t what!?.” Her step mother asked her angrily. Cattleya took a step backwards in fright. “I can’t sabotage Genevieve. I can’t sabotage my girlfriend.”

Gabby_Vincent · LGBT+
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44 Chs

cinnamon

It wasn't roses or sunflowers, Genevieve glanced at the far end where the smell of cinnamon was generated.

She laid down her head as she lay lost in thoughts, her mind eager to find out what had happened and where her lover was.

She quickly turned at the sound of the ringing of a cell phone that sat close by.

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"Please sir, don't be in a haste to move or you might reopen your closed wounds." The woman said to me in a native tone.

I felt my facial expression begin to darken in anger while I struggled to keep my words tamed and filtered.

"Sir?." I asked her with an unhinged tone.

I watched as she glanced at me repeatedly in confusion, she flipped through the pages of the pad in her hand and then at me.

"Genevieve Rodrguez?." She called me by my name though it was a clear question which needed an answer.

"Yes, that's me." I replied with deem eyes, "Who admitted me into this hospital?." I asked her.