His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine Don

g," I grumbled under my breath w

dy read a lot about and the man had nothing new to offer on it. I

ok in hand, i left the class of murmuring stude

r's course was always so damne

r get my nails done... it was a long list of things I had to do. I quickly

ed a hole in it and handed it back to me and I moved in to find a

ow I was in my last year of being a business admin major. If o

bills in the way i needed them to, and it was where i

hin the next thirty minutes if I was going to be able to get my nails done on time. It was eit

rust anyone but myself to take care of doin

scanned my provide, paying with my credit card

eplace my glasses with my contact lenses, whic

e, and I could understand why no one could ever link the idea that daytime me was a glasses-wearing, sweatpants and j

meal I had gotten, grating extra parmesan cheese on it before eating two d

eople thought, most of us working at the strip club never left our homes with

ile. She always gave me those looks and I didnt have the nerve to ask her why.

ant to roll my eyes at him. If he wanted to jud

ething I didn't care to listen to under his breath. I was used to others' lo

ge to say such things to my face,

their parents, and had been plunged into a world of no o

ow I did it. As the taxi rolled up to the strip club, I saw the neon signs loud and cle

ed towards the back door, passing by the dimly lit entrance which had a short q

the body of one of the men. As if I had called his name, Charlie raised his

My boyfriend, Charlie, was a charmer. I liked everything about him; his

only shake my head at with a rue

nce when I asked him about it he shrugged and simply replied that he

only happy he loved me as I was. But I had to take my

ly talking about one thing or the other

b, even in the dressing room I could feel it. And it

ck lace lingerie set and black platform studded

d a mask. I applied dark red lipstick and I

s re

my name be

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