Chapter 2: "That Hollaback Girl"

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millies stopped his car at a genuine playboy strip club. typically, that's not him, but i guess he just wants a stripper in his bed tonight and it's not gonna be me. that's for sure.

he looked at the girl on a strippers pole and said, "didja do that in the mansion, sands?" i looked at him and tosed my leather jacket at him. i gave the dj a disc from my hand bag. the dj gave me a nod and puts on the song. i got up on stage as gwen stefani's 'hollaback girl' started to play and i did my thing.

when the music stopped, i bowed and got off stage. "so, what do you think?" i asked millies as i turned my head to face him. "you sure showed those damn strippers, how it's done." "b-b-b-bullshit." "will you just stop cursing? a babe is staring at me." he lifted his eyebrows and smiled at the girl, signalling her to come over. what a fucking jerk!! "please?" i rolled my eyes. "fine. i'll take that as a yes." suit yourself. the girl starts come over by this point. i folded my arms, because i didn't care that one bit about millies getting wasted and passing out. "what the fuck was the whole eyebrow thing, dude?" she asked. i looked at her. who was she? "oh, hey... sandy." "hey! gwen." "by the way, i love your little number to hollaback girl." "g-g-g-g-ga-g-ga-gwen stefani. you know, sandy. how?" "my playboy shoot." "it was epic, millies. you should've seen it." "yeah. right? you'd never allowed me into the mansion." "not my rules, bitch." i smiled at him.

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