6
GABRIELLA
When Ryley said he wanted me to go somewhere with him, I had no clue he meant to a strip club. What was even more surprising was what I had to do when I got there. I was put in a scrap of cloth—which barely covered my n*****s—and for the past two hours had been shown how to dance provocatively on stage.
The owner was a middle-aged woman named Siren with a body to die for, but her skin was weathered from too many years in the sun. She was a nice woman, and extremely talented in pole dancing. I tried to do it, too, but I wasn’t very good at it.
Dancing, however, was something I was already good at.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I exclaimed as I got into Ryley’s car. He’d rented a black Chevy Tahoe for the weekend, which was much better than taking a cab.
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