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I watched her place her cigarette in an ashtray and take a step closer while I continued dancing on the pole. I heard the sound of her palm hitting against each other as she applauded.

“Get down.” She spoke with a stern voice and an unreadable look on her face. I wasn’t ready to argue with one of the highest paying customers so I did as she said.

She turned her back towards me and walked into the darkness and I mindlessly followed her. I stood in the darkness without knowing what to expect and neither could I see her.

It happened so fast and I felt my back pressing against the wall that was once across from where I previously stood.

“I don’t like the way they stare and fantasise about your body.” She whispered and I couldn’t help but get turned on by how dominant she was.

“But I love the way you gawk at me when you see me take off my robe but must especially when I dance.” I bit my lips trying to hold back my passion.


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Sent by her stepmother to bring down Genevieve Rodríguez as an undercover agent for an old drug queen, Cattleya is found crazily in love with Genevieve, her dark knight.

“I can’t do it!!.”  Cattleya cried.

“You can’t what!?.” Her step mother asked her angrily.

Cattleya took a step backwards in fright. “I can’t sabotage Genevieve. I can’t sabotage my girlfriend.”

In love with a stripper (series)

Princesses are born while assassins are made.

Cattleya Sánchez lay with her eyes sealed closed, her body coiled under the duvet as she lay soundly in bed.

A sexy princess danced in her slumber to the unheard lullaby that was being played by her prince charming.

My eyes fluttered open and I swiftly glanced around in astonishment, I knew where I had fallen asleep and it wasn't where I had woken up.

I could feel my mind begin to panic in a state of confusion.

I slowly climbed out of the high framed bed, I felt my cold feet greet the floorboards, I casually placed one foot in front of the other and I walked towards the mirror.

My eyes widened in shock, I stared at the woman I had seen standing in the mirror, she wasn't a stripper and neither was she working to own her own empire as a drug queen but rather she was a beautiful queen.

A queen stolen from one of those fairytales where happy ever after existed.

A ballroom