Natalia Reed, an exotic dancer with a horrible past, finds herself becoming an arm candy. Eventually this forced arrangement turns into a twisty love affair with an obsessed & powerful man .
Nearly, a thriller.
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" To live in fear, is to die in vain..."
Fridays.
A lottery day for the club .
It is always this packed out . Full of men ready to spend their hard-earned cash just to feel something close to a woman's touch.
Easing their minds of their own obsessions with company to deflect loneliness .
Desperation ripped the air within the spinning records resting within the hands of the DJ .
Maybe their wives aren't doing enough?
Maybe their girlfriends aren't that accepting of their dirty fantasies?
Or maybe this is as close as one can get. At least , Earl is written proof.
He sits there in the same spot waiting for Jewls like every other night.
He thinks he loves her, but what is love between a loyal-paying customer and a dancer?
The answer, nothing .
Maybe there's some form of sympathy, but nothing other than those high maintenance pockets of hers are reaping the benefit.
I'm most certain the house is more than full . Being that said I know Tucker is on a bird's eye mission waiting for any of us to slip up.
Simply put, it wasn't the best idea showing up late either for our sake .
"So back entrance???"Yaris mutters to me while locking the car doors .
"I was thinking the same thing."
Rushing towards the back entrance as quick as we could we grabbed hold of the knob, just to be pushed back by one person I didn't want to run into tonight . B.J. , Tucker's assistant .
Standing short with his head high, he fix his glasses hysterically.
"Well...isn't this a pleasant surprise . The back entrance is a bit rude don't you think?" He squints with his head tilted, playfully antagonizing us .
Yaris rolls here eyes at him attempting to walk passed him without much to say .
"Aht aht aht! Now now...how is that anyway to greet your boss?"
B.J. stands there before the both of us as if he was any taller than the both of us.
B.J. can definitely be a pain, but part of me feels sorry for him .
He's overlooked by just about everyone , and Tucker treats him like a bellhop instead of an assistant.
Most would think he would be his right hand man, but for Tucker, B.J. was nothing short of a genital wort. He didn't hide it either .
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