𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 41 : 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞’s 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞!

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°°

“What?” Sophia’s head whipped to her. “Drive? To where?”

Breanna's gaze flicked back at the street.

“We need to change the wardrobe....It has been a while,” she replied calmly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me”. Sophia blinked “Are you seriously thinking about shopping—now?”

The car's door slammed to that question and Sophia’s jaw dropped.

“Jesus Christ—what a Creature of you”

Without wasting another minute, she creaked open the driver's door.

Words evaporated from Breanna's mouth just before she started the car.

“Since they won’t let the badge through the door, then we don’t walk in as detectives—rather, something else.”

The car doors clicked shut and Sophia gripped the steering wheel, zooming away.

☆☆𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦☆☆

Sophia sat stiff in the chair, eyes locked on Breanna, as the artist gave her makeover.

“All done” the lady announced giving her a final touch on the lips

Breanna cocked a brow at Sophia, a gesture that asked if it was good.

Sophia related to her gesture with a nod.

Breanna exhale heavily at that nod before she looked into the mirror,

Her reflection stood there transformed—no badge, no blazer. Just a sequined underwear that put every of her curves on display.

Her face was masked in heavy makeup—smoky eyes, glitter trailing her cheekbones, lips glossed to a wet, sinful shine.

“Tremendous” she held stares with her reflection, lips curling in triumph—she looked nothing like the law.

“You are about this ?” Sophia swallowed, still stunned.

“About what?” Breanna smirked, tugging the strap of her bra into place.

“Ma’am, you’re really going in there like that?”

“Obviously—strippers don’t get bounced here, that's the only pass key.”

She gave Sophia a curt smile before draping her blazer over her almost nude body.

“Shall we?”

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Sophia parked the car across the next street, and Breanna slid out.

“Be on the look-out” She instructed, rolling her shoulders once, as if shaking the badge off her body.

“Yes ma”

Sophia concurred, clasping the chain hanging a rose pendant on Breanna's neck.

“It doesn't look obvious right ?” Breanna asked—unsure.

Sophia ran her fingers on the small sized rose jewelry and brushed it off.

“Nah—it’s inconspicuous”.

“Okay then” Breanna hushed, straightening fully.

Her eighth inch green velvet Hella heels clapped against the pavement, as she walked back toward the Casino

Sophia watched with a mix of horror and awe—hips swaying, chin tilted down, her hard Senior melted into something dangerous and sultry, all to arrest Antonio.

“Ma'am” she called out.

Breanna turned with a domineering glare.

“Good luck”.

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☆☆𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐄𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐨☆☆

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭.

The crowd at the rope line stirred when she approached—heels sharp as a trigger pull.

Breanna.

She didn’t walk—sashayed, every hip roll choreographed to tease.

“Such a hottie” one of the onlookers half-gasped.

“Are you booked for tonight?" another patron's voice rang out.

The taller bouncer stiffened as she got closer,

“F**k my world" His lips twitched like he wasn’t sure whether to sneer or stare.

The other bouncer held out a hand like a stop sign.

“Line’s back there.”

His tone was a growl, but his eyes lingered too long on the leather and lace peeking beneath her jacket.

Breanna slowed her steps, stopping inches from him, one heel grinding against the pavement.

“Me?” she purred,

She tilted her head to the line behind her, a slow grin unfurling.

“You really want me in that line?” she whispered, pressing herself closer to his palm, blazer gaping.

Her breasts crushed into his huge palm,

The bouncer’s breath shuddered. His palm dropped an inch.

Breanna stroked his cheek with her nails,

“Or better still, greasing your long man after the party?”.

She slipped down, slow, bold, then grabbed his crotch hard, giving a playful squeeze.

The man buckled with a grunt, a strangled moan tearing out of him before he bit it back.

The line erupted—gasps, laughter, catcalls.

“Let her in!”

“Book her in , she's pure filth.”

Breanna giggled low, dirty, and

shifted her hips deeper against his thigh.

“Tell me… you gonna bounce me, or fuck me in?” she whispered, biting his ear lobe.

The taller bouncer made to snap out of her seduction, but Breanna caught him before he could.

“Careful, big man. You don’t want to make a scene.”

“What scene?”

Breanna let her eyes trail down to his zipper, his erection was threatening to push through.

“That's quite huge,” she remarked, licking her lower lip.

“May I ?”

Her hand reached out to touch him—uncoiling from the other guy.

The taller bouncer’s throat bobbed and he stepped aside, cheeks red with something between shame and desire.

The other followed, silent, defeated. “Christ…” he under his breath as the doors hissed open.

Breanna blew them both a wet, mocking kiss, winked, then strutted through the entrance like it was her runway.

The crowd screamed behind her—phones flashing, voices chanting—already booking her in their minds, convinced she was the casino’s newest act.

From the car, Sophia watched her disappear into the Casino.

She blinked hard. This wasn't the Breanna she knew.

☆☆☆𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨☆☆☆

Breanna snapped a whip against her body lazily, as she walked into the noisy room.

Fishnet legs slided into heels—blazer hanging loose, concealing, but not quite hiding the glittered straps of lingerie beneath.

Her tongue licked over her blood-red painted lips, and the crowd stirred instantly.

Gasps—whistles, rippled everywhere like a fever.

“Damn, she’s fire!” one half-rasped

“I bet that ass is tight as a vice—imagine splitting it open.” another remarked.

Breanna turned her head violently to that statement, and there in the pit was the remarker stroking his hard cock.

She choked on her breath as he waved it shamelessly to her face,

“Bi*ch—come ride me and I'll give you protein you will never forget.”

“F*ck you, As*hole.” she spat in disdain, rather too fast.

Startled gasps rolled through the line like thunder.

Men clutched their chests, women shrieked in surprise, A whore was refusing a c*ck.

A patron near the front shouted, “This is unacceptable—”

That was all that was needed for the dam to burst.

“Suck it. Suck it .”

A chant started somewhere in the pit, low and pounding.