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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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True colors

Heart-wrecking symphony followed by the cries of a child and the unheard side comments from people present. 

Cattleya Sánchez was trapped between accepting the reality of what the death of Mother "Mrs Green Emily" would befall on her new life that was not far from her fairytale happily ever after. 

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 Genevieve led me out of the station toward her car with the screaming child in her arms, my eyes were heavy with tears and my lips were slightly apart subconsciously.

My thoughts were running sixty miles per second and yet it didn't seem to produce any reasonable result to the information I had been told, how was I expected to believe Mother was dead? 

"Can you hear me?" Her tone was soft and gentle to the ears causing me to snap out of my thoughts, I raised my head in a hurry as I regained consciousness to my surroundings.