Wood Strip Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Though, she protested against it, Lola didn’t take no for an answer and she squeezed her into the tiny frame. Now, they were leaning against the wall, silently devouring their popsicles in front of a neon-lit strip club sign whose fluorescent glow casted a shadow across the sidewalk. June tilted her head as a question slipped past her lips. “Do you enjoy stripping?” “Yes,” Lola answered without a second thought, making June snap her head toward her in surprise. June asked with a tone of disbelief. “Really?” Lola nodded, licking the top of her ice cream with a carefree smile that almost seemed out of place given the conversation. “Yep, really.”

~~~Skye's POV~~~ I sat alone at a quiet corner table in The Velvet Lounge, where Red works. It is one of the most popular strip clubs in Orlando. The lights were low and the music loud and pulsing. I was still wearing the same blue dress from earlier, now slightly wrinkled after the long day. I sipped my whiskey slowly, letting the burn slide down my throat as I watched the stage. The strippers were putting on a hell of a show.

Whether they're staring or not, I'm just here doing my thing, strutting my stuff in borrowed skirts and tight polo. Rocking a white long-sleeve polo that's doing a bit of a tight dance around my blessed chest – whatever, right? Paired it up with a skirt, a borrowed one from a friend. It's on the shorter side, just enough to play the modesty card and cover half of my legs. No choice, you know how it goes. Completed the look with a killer pair of black stilettos. Entering Mr. Jonathan's office on the 25th floor, where the CEO also resides, I was in awe upon seeing how large and spacious the floor is. After all, this is where the CEO stays.