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The Billionaire and the Stripper

The Billionaire and the Stripper

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Chapter 1 His favorite stripper

Word Count: 1185    |    Released on: 05/09/2024

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th it, it won

but wonder why one had to suffer to deserve nice things? Why one needed to lab

those who were handed these on a pla

olutely no

learn to consider myself lucky to be able afford a

riday evening heading for work, I couldn't help but ta

now, I was grateful I could afford things this woman could

threw in a bill of fifty into the woman's bowl, offered the her

ies. Sports clubs, restaurants, nightclubs, everything th

ates walking hand in hand, some just out for a walk, and others dress

ng to work. I negotiated a corner and continued my walk to the club, which was about a s

d then continued my way. I turned to the left and then the next minute, I was hol

elf every day to the same bouncer. I was quite certain I hadn't changed since t

ch could only mean there was a show currently going on. I ignore

lked towards the movable wardrobe, picking out a small out

, club

clude what to wear. After a while of intense deliberation, I s

the col

thing I've learnt in over six months of working here, it made

ger requested that we do a 'full-blown -make-up' which to me, roughly

ell, maybe once in a while, I would apply a little bit of

ine of business, flashy t

lashy make-up. Fl

ith her make-up. In the moment, the end of my show couldn

e door has me looki

the bouncer, yelled from

ep breath, giving myself the mental pep talk I

en minutes and it will

e stage and its monotony, but they couldn't be more wrong. I covered myself with the blazer I

g through the hallway; the music getting

o do great," Ly

stands taller than me, about an inch or two taller. Lynn's facial features were attractive and seductive, st

performance because she was still in the same outfit she used yester

: Isis kiss!" the DJ said over the megaphone, making the crowd go

The shouting and whistling only grew wild

My palms were sweaty, and my legs were wobbly over the six-inch stripper boots I wore. I sto

The beat starts. I lift my head abruptly, the confidence I lost earlier surging through me like a lightni

to the sound of Chris Bro

es men crazy. But in real life, I am shy and reserved, but

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