"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 the fucking reason I breathe," he grunts as he thrusts into me roughly. He entered the tip of the gun into my mouth. The gun he's used to kill many people. The gun he will most likely use tonight to take another life―take another soul...
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❝𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆.❞
𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 myself in the mirror after touching up my look for tonight. I had on a black tight satin mini dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. Under it I had on a black lingerie. I threw on red bottom heels to top off the look. I applied some light makeup. Mascara, Lip liner, concealer, an blush. Nothing too much. I moisturized my skin with my favorite strawberry shortcake lotion. I loved it. Nothing is better than having soft skin and smelling good.
I run my hands down my body, smoothing out the dress. I pushed my long hair behind my back, letting if flow down to my waist. My phone began ringing on the sink counter and my gaze falls down to it.
I roll my eyes at the contact name.
It was Alan, my previous fuck buddy that caught feelings for me. I felt bad for doing that to him, but he literally agreed that we would never date and that what we had was a fling.
Or did I just tell myself that?
Either way, I never wanted him. He wasn't even that good at sex. He had a big dick, but sadly did not know how to use it. He was a average boy. Nothing too special. He was very sweet and cute. But I didn't want sweet and cute. I wanted- no I needed something more than cute and he just couldn't accept that.
I shut my phone off, ignoring his call for the 20th time this week.
It was already 9:30 pm and I had to meet Jules at the place by 9:50. I had 20 minutes. I walk downstairs and grab my coat. I called called a Uber, not feeling like driving in these heels.
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"Val, you sure about this?" Jules asks me.
Although I didn't want to, I had to. For my mothers sake.
I never imagined myself to be a stripper. I loved dancing yeah, but I never saw myself to be doing this type of dancing. I thought I would be something like a business woman, or at least a teacher, but life doesn't always go the way you planned.
Money is money.
My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer last year. She's been in and out of the hospital ever since and her medical bills are expensive and hard to keep up with along with the rent and other shit that we needed. In order for her to get the surgery that will practically save her life, we needed 500,000 dollars. She told me not to worry about it, but how could I not? She's the only person I have in my life.
I don't even know who my father is. I've never brought it up to my mother because I never cared. I'm the only child and the rest of my family live across the fucking globe. So yeah, you could say she's the only person I've got.
