to the moon and back. | ON HOLD CURRENTLY

𝖥𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 | (𝗮)

Trigger Warnings: Mature Language, fighting, mention of alcoholic parent

Mila, my girlfriend has been a stripper since two years. She worked as a stripper since one year, when we both met and came together. She first didn't tell me about her job, what made me the most angry.

But since she told me, I'm kind of used to it. I mean, I'm not really okay with the fact, that other girls are looking at her like that. But since we came together, she asked her boss if she could only dance from now on, and don't do...you probably know what I mean.

Her boss first didn't like the idea of it, but Mila asked her until she finally agreed to it. I mean who could say no to these seductive eyes like hers? I think that's very sweet from Mila.

I first didn't like her job, but I love her and I just couldn't break up with her. But since she's just dancing I'm kind of fine with it. But today was a very special day.

Mila asked me if I could come in the evening to the strip club, and would watch her dance. Of course I said yes. I mean who would deny, if they had a hot girlfriend like Mila?

Probably no one, so why not. I started to get dressed and did my makeup. I wore a tight, black hourglass dress and a push up bra under it. I also wore red heels and put some gold jewelry on.

Then, I grabbed my red chapstick and put it onto my plump lips. I looked in the mirror: perfect. Just the right way to get her to fuck me. She was always very busy and worked into late night, so we hadn't had sex since two weeks.

But that was the perfect time to change that. I got into my black Rolls Royse and started to drive. The strip club was fifteen minutes away. I parked my Rolls Royce infront of the strip club and got out.

I walked into the small building and was instantly greeted with red lights, loud music and the smell of smoke. Damn, how would I find Mila in here? I was only once at that club and that was a long time ago.

I was also never been in any another strip club before. Mostly because I was more like the romantic type of person and Mila the complete opposite, even tho she has a soft spot and you need to find it.

Nothing sexual tho. My eyes looked around the club and searched for Mila. Just then, I saw a tall woman in a white blouse and black pants standing infront of me. She had a gold clock around her wrist and dark-red chapstick on her lips.

Not going to lie, she looked stunning. Not in a I-wanna-fuck-you,-you-look-so-good way but in a you-just-look-good-and-I-would-never-cheat-on-my-gorgeous-girlfrind way.

Yep, that would fit it perfectly. ,,Hey, you must be Blair" she said and smiled at me. ,,Yes I am" I said smiling. She seems nice. ,,Nice to meet you" she said in a friendly way.

,,I am Mrs. Harpens" she continued to say. She held out her hand and I shook it. ,,Nice to meet you Mrs. Harpens" I said and smiled back at her. ,,Oh honey, I forgot to say you don't have to call me Mrs. Harpens, just call me Florence" she chuckled.

Honey? Uhm okay?
I just nodded. I was not trying to make this whole situation awkward so I asked: ,,And you must be the boss from my girlfriend, Mila, right?".

I extra mentioned that she was my girlfriend. I mean she seems kind of suspicious to me. ,,Yes I am, I am so sorry I forgot to mention that sweetie" she chuckled again. Sweetie? Seriously?

Damn, that woman is very weird. Did she drank alcohol or something? ,,Wanna dance?" She asked flirtatious. ,,Uhm, I am actually searching for Mila, can you tell me where she is?" I asked her.

,,She must be backstage. Let's just have a little fun until then." She smirked. She must have seen my shocked expression because she said: ,,Oh baby on the dance floor of course" she laughed.