Stripping?

Cattleya Sánchez felt sweat dripping off her body despite the air conditioner being on in Genevieve Rodríguez's car.

Genevieve Rodríguez was too busy on the phone to notice what was going on next to her. As the night began to be enveloped with gross darkness, so did the pit of Cattleya's stomach began to rumble nervously. She was confused and disgraced all at once while on the other hand…

Genevieve Rodríguez didn't dare ignore the fact that she could feel the instant connection between both of them.

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"You must be famished," Genevieve said the moment she ended her call.

I couldn't help but feel embracement pouring on me at the moment.

"I am not!." I told her, I averted my face from her gaze.

Genevieve reached out across to me and held my chin, she turned my face back to hers and in shock I watched her lean closer and kiss me. I felt inner joy and happiness but as well I felt a new feeling of wanting her to go further.

I didn't just find myself imagining her going further but instead, I found myself kissing her back with the same intensity as she had kissed me as though I had long wished for a moment like his.

Genevieve bit my lips gently before she stood back.

"Are you in a hurry to head back home?." She asked me and I shook my head as though I was mute.

"N…o" I stuttered.

"I have to admit that you are very beautiful." She told me and immediately turned on her car.

"I am?." 

What was I thinking to ask such a ridiculous question, isn't this what I wanted? To lure her into my grip and then a strike when she is weak?

Genevieve and I drove for a few minutes in silence when I suddenly placed my hand on hers.

"Yes?." She asked me with her eyes fixed on the road.

"Why did you kiss me?." I asked her.

She took a quick glance at me before her gaze returned to the road before us.

"Because I wanted to and you wanted me to," she answered I was fascinated, with no doubt it had left me shocked and in confusion.

"I wanted it?." I asked her.

I inhaled her intoxicating smell, I closed my eyes as I savoured the feeling of her lips pressing against mine and now her tongue had invaded my mouth in those short few seconds that I was in her arms.

While my imagination ran wild I inhaled the fragrance of her perfume.

"I saw the way you looked at me." 

"I like you," I told her shamelessly like the desperate woman I was.

I nervously stared at her, awaiting a reply but there was none but rather a smile on her face.

I watched as my lips moved slightly but yet she didn't speak to me rather she concentrated even more on the road.

In a few minutes, I saw us driving into an estate, 

Genevieve must have brought me to her house but for what reason? Of what good could this be?

"Come with me." This wasn't the first time I was getting lost in my thoughts but rather it was becoming a lifestyle of recent.

I placed my hand in her palm while she helped me out of her car.

I looked up at the magnificent building which she led me into.

My back pressed against the wall while her hands moved quickly into my shirt. A moan escaped my lips and I instantly realised we were only at the entrance of the house.

"Are you okay?." She asked me and I could clearly see concern in her eyes.

"I know we just met and I shouldn't be here. I am a stripper because it's fun and I love dancing." I explained to her calmly.

"Do you think I want to have sex with you because of your profession or is stripping just a job for you?." Her tone was very gentle and lovely to listen to all day long.

I felt the instant urge to lay in her arms and cuddle with her till all my worries were swept away with the soothing of her voice.

"Many people assume strippers are sex workers."

"Actually every stripper in Midnight Club is a sex worker." She glanced at me. "Wow you're actually shocked? makes me want to spoil you so I can have that innocent face and body all to myself."

While we had our conversation we both walked further into her house.

"Are you comfortable talking in my room, in the living room or wherever you may like?." Genevieve asked me politely.

"Do you want us to speak in your room or…" I replied in a confused tone though I knew exactly what I wanted.

A smirk hooked up the side of her lips as she ushered me into her room. I sat on Genevieve's bed while she walked into her closet.

"Girl!!,I hope I am not dying tonight." I thought.

Genevieve walked out of the closet and sat on the couch next to where I sat.

"Why stripping ?."Genevieve asked me.

I felt a tickling sensation on the back of my ear, I reached out to my ear and rubbed the surface gently and nervously.

"My step mother is one hell of a woman, after my college, I tried getting a job and even applied in her company but yet she made sure I never got anyone when I applied for stripping and role dancing I assumed I wouldn't get it," I replied.

I kept my eyes fixed on my fingertips.

"You live with her?." Genevieve asked me and I nodded.

"Move in with me and I don't take no for an answer."