The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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𝐓𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞, soft rhythm and blues music surrounded the whole club, with light chatter and validation from the audience. The colourful lasers bouncing off every corner of the room and wall, every sweaty body, and every dollar which was flying in the air.
The petite blonde moved against the pole, shifting eye contact with every hungry male that licked their chapped lips, their fingers gripping the glass as she shot a playful grin. She spun around and lifted her body weight, walking in the air, before hanging upside down whilst spinning.
Her curly hair hung down, feeling a smile and a little laugh escape her lips as she felt woozy from being upside down, ruffling her hands through her hair before crunching her body up, gripping the pole and grinding against it. Sticking her leg out, to then whip her hair, trailing her acrylic nails up her smooth legs to her neck, blowing a kiss to a woman whose mouth was agape.
Men cheered and threw money at, landing on the stage, and women's validation as they gave her money and encouraging smiles, clapping then dancing. "Give it up for Flower!" The DJ spoke, his tone invigorating as he joined in on the whistling and cheers from the crowd.
Magnolia blew him a kiss and strutted away from the stage, a bouncer collecting all of her cash, and stuffing it into a bag. Once she got backstage, the supportive women gave her their compliments. Everyone knew Magnolia Tress around the club, even before joining. She wasn't claimed to be the best stripper of New York city, but rumours circulated on how turned on she could leave someone, meaning she was definitely successful in the industry.
"Well, well, well..." A masculine man clapped with each word, causing the blonde to spin around and meet the eyes of her only friend: Kian, the manager of the establishment/club. "if it isn't my favourite person! You did amazing, as always babe, I saw tons of girls drooling over you. I told you that two piece would grant you huge success!"
Kian darted his finger up and down her body; and she felt her confidence spike up further. She wore a black two piece, her lace halter top left her back bare and displaying the ink on her back, followed with a lacy g-string which had black flowers embroidered. Her black heals contrasting with her white painted toes and her tan complexion.
She chuckled, slapping his arm softly and wrapping her arms around his neck, pecking his cheek. He hugged her back, his arms around her waist, squeezing her and placing a lingering kiss on her neck, before pulling away and giving her a sympathetic smile.
"How you feeling?" He asked scarcely, unsure as to address the topic or leave her be: but Kian adored Magnolia, and just wished for her wellness.
Magnolia was shocked for a moment. Unsure how she could comprehend her emotions about such topic — her fathers death anniversary.
Typically, Father's are always there for their daughter, protecting them from danger, being there to help them navigate their way through life. That wasn't the case for Magnolia, nor would it ever be with her mother's boyfriends.
