Xavier POV
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I stare at the strippers ,who are pole dancing.
But my mind is floating elsewhere.
My eyes keep still on the girl ,who is dancing with those big heels on and in a red two-piece set which hardly covers anything
"Mr. McQueen "
I look at the lady who walks in with the drink.
And she slips a package taking out of her bra , her Cleavage falls out in the process, but she just ignores it on purpose
"Your regular." she adds, as she bends over at my direction
Pouring in the drink.
Taunting me
Or trying to taunt me.
Her face looks familiar, this place is familiar too.
And she must be the regular waitresses working around.
And I don't remember f*****g her
"What's your name ?" I ask as I sit pushing my legs forward.
Adjusting my pants, in the area where he
