A Stripper's Nightmare
I protested, as he laid back on his chair, an ugly smirk on his face.
"Oh it does, Danny!" He smiled at me.
"The day you walked into my club and decided to be a stripper, you signed up to work for me." He said.
"From that day, you belonged to me."
He was suddenly lighting a cigarette.
"...and if your mafia boyfriend wants you for himself, he's gonna have to pay me first." He chuckled.
"We're not the one to pay, he is." Mr. Cox laughed, and I looked up to see gleeful looks on the faces of Jordan and the others.
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