Chapter 57
I've almost cut myself twice giving this dude a lap dance. If only I could bring guns in here. "Want a private dance?" I asked sweetly, sitting on his lap. The disgust I feel when his b***r touches my skin. Don't throw up, we haven't killed anyone yet. "For your friends too?" "Of course." He said. I pretended to giggle and lead them to one of the many private rooms. One, two, three, four, five guys. Let the fun begin. They choose the music from a tablet and even choose the light color and setting. The floor opens up and a pole slides up. Jesus, Japanese strip clubs are more advanced than airport security. "We won't be needing that." I grinned. No need to waste time now. I lunge at the guy closest to me and slit his throat. His friends yell and charge at me. I duck their pun
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