❝ 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. ❞

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Never in a million years would you have ever thought you would be working as a Go-Go Dancer. It wasn’t something you’d like to do, though, it helped pay the bills.

Every night would be the usual; old men hitting on you, dealing with some rude customers, and more.

Though, tonight was different.

As you danced on stage, swaying to the beat on the pole, a mysterious woman in the corner watches you with her arms crossed. Both of you locked eyes. It was intoxicating.

She was captivated by the way you moved.