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A bartender/Stripper

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“Are you ready for your special day?” Dante asked, kissing my forehead, and I nodded.

My father homeschooled me, so I did not have a certificate, but Dante offered me a job at one of his bars, which I accepted. It was preferable to lying down all day doing nothing.

We had just finished taking a bath, and Dante was getting dressed while I stood wrapped in a towel, watching.

“What?” He asked when he was done with his pants, and I raised a brow.

“I understand I am sexy, and if you want to help me with my tie, I will let you touch me,” he said, and I hissed.

“I have got nothing to wear. I rarely go out, and my clothes are at the estate.” I said to him, causing him to pause with his tie loosely hanging on his neck.

“That never occurred to me.”

“Of course,” I replied.

He went to his closet and took out some clothes.

“Here, you can choose from these.” He said, tossing the clothes on the bed.

I went through the clothes, only to discover sweatpants and shirts in the pile.

“What are th
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