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FIFTY FIVE – LIKE A WHORE

MIRA

Mason wants a whore? By God, a whore he will get.

I am well aware of my naked, plus sized arse jiggling as I make my way to the stage. Men have always commented on the sexual beauty of my arse. I plan to use it against Mason tonight.

The other model looking girls eye me as I climb atop the stage. An image of their boobs in Mason's face as they leaned over to kiss him flashes through my vision, and I see red.

I point a shaky finger at the girl standing by the middle pole.

"Hey, you. Move."

She stays rooted to the spot, staring at me like I have just grown wings. I narrow my eyes at her, and she scrambles to the next pole.

I intend to be the centre of attention tonight. I intend to be the main course.

I wrap my fingers around the pole, enjoying the adrenaline that courses through my blood. Fuck! It's been too long since I danced on one of these.

I strike a pose and stare down at Mason as he balances into his chair, giving me his full attention.

"Where's the dance music?" I ask, my
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I think it's time I walk away from this book...I can't stand her weakling self!!
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