~ Evie ~
We sneak into the strip club.
Just craving some filthy, no-rules f**k-life away from home.
We lie to Dad and Claire - say we’re heading out somewhere, whatever.
Jack’s idea. Fucker’s sharp.
He’d burn his whole life down just to keep eating my p***y.
I can already smell the mix of cheap vodka, and that unmistakable sweet-sour tang of too many bodies grinding in the dark. Jack's hand is low on my back, fingers splayed wide, possessive in that casual way.
Inside it's worse. Or better. Depending on how honest I'm being with myself tonight.
Strobe lights slice through smoke. Stages everywhere - three main ones, smaller platforms scattered like afterthoughts. Every single girl is working like the rent's due in ten minutes. One's upside-down on the pole, thighs clamped, a
