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Cush's pov I gulped nervously. Today was the last day of my challenge to Bella.If I win, I'll be the hottest stripper king in Los Angeles. Maybe I'll even be able to hold that undercard and fight for a chance to be a partner with entertainment mogul Carl. If I lose, Bella will definitely pull every dirty trick in the book, bound and determined to stomp me out and make it hard for me to turn over a new leaf. To make matters worse, my fiancé Tyrell is already super against my plan, and if I do fail, he's bound to drag me home and make me rethink it, if not abandon my revenge plan altogether. That way, I might as well die right now. My nails snapped deep into my palms and the pain sobered me more and more; I had to win this challenge. In the darkness, countless people scream and cheer as Bella makes her entrance in a leopard skin leotard. With her gorgeous face, flowing gaze, tousled blonde curls and a million different moves, Bella is truly sexy and wild, the kind of woman that countless people want to commit crimes over. The colorful lights come on, the show is about to begin, and flirty whistles come from every direction. As she swayed sensually to the music, Bella slowly removed her leather jacket piece by piece and tossed it offstage. With each piece of clothing removed, a riotous roar of approval went up from the stage. Until finally, the surprise reveal was that she was almost completely naked, with two red rose pendants covering her n*****s and a red rose covering her v****a. The ever-igniting atmosphere was finally fully lit at this point, and the audience onstage was abuzz. "Baby, lift up your thighs!" "Oh, wildcat, turn your ass around!" "Beauty, your husband is here!" Bella smiles sexily as she slowly bends and spins, rubbing against the pole if nothing else. In time with the lyrics, her index finger slides down the tip of her nose and slowly plunges into her mouth in a deep-throating motion. The slender index finger hollowed out the tip of her tongue, pulling out a long, silky thread that broke off midway and fell to her lips. A bright red tongue exited lazily and licked into her mouth. That kind of lustful and innocent. The men on stage were watching with their eyes on fire. The music stops and at the last second when the lights are about to fade, Bella hooks her lips in a smile, reaches down and removes the rose covering her v****a and casually throws it offstage. The lights disappear and there is darkness. Everyone is completely unresponsive while the lucky guy who snagged the rose smiles badly as he puts it under his nose and sniffs hard, making a swooning face. I had to admit, not bad for a five-time reigning laureate, Ace Bella, it was a perfect show. My heart was pounding nervously and I even had a strong urge to vomit. Geez, I must hold back. Otherwise word would get out and I'd be the laughing stock of everyone else, whether I won or lost. I closed my eyes and imagined my dad was still with me. He'd be smiling, his eyes narrowed into a line, "oh my baby girl. you're nervous as hell every time, but every time you break a leg. just relax, bringing the best of you. you win or lose, it doesn't affect my love for you in any way. " A hot, warm current rushed in, the tension magically dissipated, and I was filled with raging power. I was UNSTOPPABLE, nobody can defeat me except myself. I opened my eyes and started moving my arms and legs in place, doing my pre-show warm-ups. Apple, the young assistant behind me, hugged my shirt and couldn't help but speak up, "You're going to win, I believe in you." What a naive girl, there is no such thing as "sure" in this world. But I turned my head and smiled, "I don't want to win, but I will." Apple didn't understand, looking confused like a Labrador looking in the mirror. "Winners takes everything, i am damn sure i am the badass ." The familiar music plays, it's "Poison" by beyonce. The lighting man headed to the center of the stage, projecting a small circular circle of light. I took the microphone, stood on my tiptoes to the music, and kept spinning and jumping into the center of the circle of light. The live equipment was truly world class, I closed my eyes and could clearly hear every breath change, every gyration, every trick I handled. It was the most perfect performance I've had since I was 22 years old and I definitely didn't embarrass my goddess Beyonce. There was still a ruckus in the arena, and as I expected, there was a lot of cursing. "f**k, money back, who wants to see this" "show me your t**s or come swalloow my d**k" Just after watching a sexy girl naked, the audience was expecting more intense stimulation for their senses, how could they How could they possibly listen to a love song in silence? I looked around the room, these people were polite and gentlemanly during the day, but at night, at "Twilight", they turned into raging animals. They think that they are the masters of their money and that they are superior to others. With their dirty talk and inflated s****l appetites, they are the first to trample on women's dignity and masturbate on their bodies. I despise them. Just then, a short, mustachioed man with red eyes deftly avoided the onstage security and jumped inside the boundary line, reaching out to try to touch my leg. "Give me some t**s, kiiten." The moment my skin touched, all I could feel was a sudden jump in my temples. Give me a gun and I'd love to shoot him. I was just a prep stripper and I didn't have a gun around. But I wouldn't spare this man who dared to offend me so easily. I paused my singing, lowered my head, and swung the microphone menacingly at the man's head! Buzz! The loud crashing sound was amplified to the limit by the microphone, and the people who had long been mad finally calmed down. To be precise, they were stunned. It was ridiculous to see how dumb and helpless they looked. I gently patted the leg that had been touched by the man, as if that would slap away the man's touch. Just in time, the secret prop I had arranged, came on. A black swing descended from above. I walked over and sat down, the music started again, my right hand clutched the rope, my feet stomped the ground, and the whole swing slowly spun up, flaming red rose petals falling from my sleeves, in a shower. I closed my eyes again, this time I just wanted to sing to my love Tyrell. he didn't show up today, said he was on some covert operation. But even if he didn't have an assignment today, he wouldn't be here. He's very possessive and hates to disappear and stick together 24 hours a day. Sometimes I don't pay attention and wear a backless or slightly cleavage-baring or waist-baring dress, and he'll ask me repeatedly, "Do you want to put on another dress?" as if he's on the edge of his seat. I love watching him sulk and squirm with jealousy. What's even funnier is that he also scans around with his eyes, and when he meets a man looking at me, he glares back hard. When I suggested that I was going to take my latest chance at fame, it was to beat Bella and become the latest stripper king.Tyrell was in real pain. His hands were clenched tight, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept begging, "This is too dangerous, you can't trash yourself like this, and I don't approve of you doing it." My heart was in my throat, but remembering my missing dad, my home in foreclosure, I hardened my heart and gave an ultimatum, "Let's break up. You're a promising rising police star, you don't deserve to be with someone like me." Tyrell's tears fell at once as he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head in my neck, whispering, "Don't leave me." It's been 7 years and this is the first time I've seen him cry. He didn't cry when he was brutally beaten and bruised all over by his drunken dad. He didn't cry when he was humiliated by demon Dykens and stripped in public. He didn't cry when he was dosed with LSD by escaped criminals and made a public spectacle of in front of his boss. A man like that, yet he cried because I said I wanted to break up. I think I cried harder than he did though. I've loved someone for so many years, I never thought we would be apart one day. I even got the jump on him and proposed on his birthday. He laughed and cried and got angry and regretted that he couldn't use his 30 proposals. I was so happy that I could use "I asked you to marry me" as a reason to flirt with him over and over again, watch him blush, and watch him sulk in secret because he was one step behind me. I didn't think it would ever happen again. Tyrell agreed to my plan, even using his contacts in the police force to help me find top-secret information and put in all sorts of reliable people of my own. But the path I'm about to take is too dangerous, and the slightest slip up can lead to my downfall. I think I'm Tyrell's poison; he knows how deadly I am now, but still refuses to let go of me because of how wonderful I used to be. I love him so much, I'm going to help him make that decision. Just as I wandered off, the small man with the blown out head, covering his bleeding forehead, sighed in fascination, "OH MY CUSH." This exclamation reignited the scene. The crowd woke up as if from a dream and shouted "cush", the next generation of stripper kings.