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nce floor while dancing figures clustered throughout the hall. Strippers mounted the pole

hall while people rocked the techno tones like

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d one possibly

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. He had come in every night fo

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d against the pole and swayed her tiny waist sensually. Her mass of thick jet black hair casca

ips. They were painted pure red. And

-stool, subtly adjusting his pants. What will he not g

er was ent

to study her, even the minute intruding detail

nty-three. Orphaned. An overworked S

ensual, sex on Prada,

, she was his

ystery. Eve

illions to find Rav and bring her to them. And just re

und her be

b, they were three other

, navigating through

ead. Not sure

eyes, before bring back his gaze on Rav while sipping directly from the Hennessy bottle, r

eye candy. He prefer

small talks weren't his thing. Looking away, he nursed his Hennessy. The

"Pretty thing, isn't that one? We call her X. I notice ya sit at

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ue. Most times so blue that'd angry fuck a ran

t cravings. He'd only permitted himself to look, b

duty. A

her highest buyer without yielding to his yearn

ly turned down his

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as, 'DO NOT FUCK WI

handise and the money were

words fo

ing height marked as he headed for the exit. He caught a few girls swoon as he trod past t

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