PUTTING THE B IN WITCHCRAFT

"So you want to help him but you don't want him to know you're helping him?" The princess asked after Angel narrated the ordeal with the CEO.

"Yep. I mean he helped my body a lot. It's only fair I help him out too, right?"

"Uhmm, that's not how it works. If he helps your vagina, you help his—"

"Ughh! Stop it!" Angel closed her ears, causing the princess to burst into laughter.

"Alright, fine. I won't say anything crass anymore. Talk to me though. What are your plans?"

Angel leaned into the princess's ears, and began to whisper.

Night came with the agenda that was going to either break, or make Angel.

The princess led her into the stripper's room discreetly.

As they stepped in, the girls stopped what they were doing, and turned to look at the intruders.

Angel held on tightly to the jacket covering her, as she shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of their gazes.