Mafia's Stripper

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g scent of whiskey. Gemma Morgan adjusted the strap of h

akeup, others adjusting their outfits. Sasha was in the middle of retellin

n," Sasha laughed, applying more lipgloss. "Turns out he just wanted me to whi

dy shimmer, dusting it over her coll

a rolled her eyes. "You wor

ng a client at the VIP lounge

e. The way the lights blurred out the men's faces, turning them

ppointed by who she saw. It was the guy

smile, sat down, spread h

he asked, his voice

ending to sound impressed. "That

word wa

he was terrible at it. Gemma was beyond bored, scrolling through

ne, searching for something, anything worth he

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licks shut behind him,

he girls take one look at her

g her lipstick in the mirror. "Do

moans, clutching her chest like she's abo

I almost charged him

hter. "Next time, fake a

says and the girls bu

I have to take

BYE!! They s

t the floor. The music started slow, seductive. She wrapped her fingers around

she s

the light every time he lifted his drink. He wasn't starin

ctly the kind of man

different. There was something almost predatory, about the way he watched. Like

time to catch her breath before one

e dance," he said, nodding

ling the heat of excitement

sway just a little more than usual. When she reached his table, h

d, voice smoot

chest as she started to move. She felt the slow ris

uh?" she murmured, rolli

. "I prefer

g, but the way his gaze moved over her body mad

erently," he sai

ed her head

ke he was amused by the question

Most men just commented on her ass or her leg

into his pocket and pulled out a

o count it in front of him. "You mig

next time, I'll make you a

d longer than necessary before

*

y more than usual. She left the club feeling amazing.

club, but she didn't mind. She grabbed a few essentials. milk

the items. Gemma could tell she knew. The way she kept looking at the faint gli

iled, handing

off her heels before collapsing onto her bed. Her body was st

t her thoughts wander. The way that man had looked at

ay the sweat, the perfume, the ling

her limbs were heavy, her mind dr

*

arrived at the club, got ready, chatted with t

efusing every dancer

Sasha whispered, adj

gaze. It was him. Th

ncer approached her. "That guy in V

ised a br

. "Wants a private

mething she couldn't name. Cur

his space with ease. "You're picky," she

. "I know w

something about the way he watched her that made her breath hitch. Hi

ked, voice barely

"I like your body." His eyes dragged

mach clenche

darker and filthier. "I like the way you tease. I like

y, but she didn't falter. She

with me,"

d, momentaril

do that," she said smoothly, though

ls, setting it on the table between them.

d to offers, but something about th

ontinued, his voice smooth, co

oving against him, bu