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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+
分數不夠
41 Chs

Void

The empty halls and opened windows, the wind passed through each opened surface and yet there was not a soul to grace with its presence.

The wind wandered around in search of one soul till its hands knocked down the doors of a room.

"Good Morning." She greeted in a hushed tone as she slowly walked into the room.

Her eyes moved around quickly, scanning the room for any other presence and yet there was no beside the sleeping girl.

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I kept my movement straight till I met my unconscious princess.

"How long have I been unconscious?." She asked me.

I was caught off guard by her beautiful essence, I raised my hand towards her my my index finger pulled a strand of hair off her face gently, I watched her squeal in pain in an attempt to rise from her lying position.

"You could reopen your stitches if you move too fast," I warned her in a subtle tone.