Kristen
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Kylie was right on the money.
I should've worn the Gold sandals instead.
The tall red heels I was currently wearing were pinching hard and painfully at the heel bone of my feet. I knew blisters was about to say hello to me by the time I would take off the heels.
I was the shortest amongst the girls. My height wasn't the most friendly and convenient in the line of work of being a stripper. Faye had borrowed me this tall heels that now looked like they were leading me towards my death sentence.
We were marching into the Giordano estate. There was an occasion happening and they demanded strippers, for their guests' entertainment. Carlos had selected a few of us, and now we were all here. I'd wished Kylie was with me tonight but Carlos had arranged her with a client.
