SHUT DOWN | JENLISA

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Lisa

I stayed rooted in my place and watched her finish her dance. The stage was painted green with bills scattered all over, but she didn't touch a single bill. She gave everyone a nice peek at her ass as she bent down before teasingly pulling down her thong.

I think the crowd groaned in unison before she pulled it back up. Her back was pressed against the cool metal of the pole with her hands up and gripping the pole above her head. In a movement so quick, her legs moved up in the air and wrapped around the pole, and it spun.

Using her strength to hold on, she moved her hands to the side, and the mountain of money piled up on the floor showed just how much people were enjoying the show.

Whistles echoed in the air as her breasts almost spilled out of her bra, and this psychotic surge of jealousy shot over me. I had to forcefully and mentally shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts.

Her legs danced in the air, and using her hands, she slid down the pole and got back down to her feet. At this point, she was dancing, moving her hips, with her hands going over her body, hair, and neck while everyone watched her.

She tugged down the straps of her bra, and the crowd grew louder with their whistles, chants, and screams. It was like they'd never seen a woman strip before, and I could deny it all I wanted, but I was just like them.

Dumbfounded.

This woman was fucking different than anything I'd ever seen before in my life. Yes, I'd been coming to the clubs, and girls danced around me all night, but I never paid much attention. Not only had Jennie Kim caught my attention, but I was on the fucking hook with her dancing as bait as she moved her hands to the back where her bra clasp was.

As soon as she undid it and tugged it down, she gave the crowd her back. God, those wings were so fucking sexy on her back. I wanted to trail the lines and curves with my tongue. I wanted to kiss it, to see it bent over while I fucked her from behind.

"Come on, baby, show us those tits!" Someone screamed loudly.

She turned her head over her shoulder and gave everyone a sexy smile. Batting her eyelashes and parting those crimson-red lips, she spun around with her hands over her breasts. She walked over to where the man was and bent down. She whispered something in his ear, and he looked stunned and confused when she pulled away.

"I'll pay millions!" He screamed when she walked away.

"Just millions?" She asked.

"Come on, baby; I'd die for you!" The same man shouted, and she laughed loudly, angelically, and I fell victim to the trap she was obliviously laying.

"Then die." She called out, then winked in my direction before leaving the stage.

Fuck. I looked down and swore again. Double fuck. I was hard. I was turned on by the woman that I promised myself I'd bring to justice. The self-loathing started when I was home in the shower as I tried to will my hard-on away. It started in the shower but didn't end there. I was self-loathing for days to follow as well. Most people described a beautiful woman as an angel.

This woman was no angel, despite the soft features and dips of her beautiful face. This woman was a she-devil. No other word could ever affiliate with this woman. Eyes as cunning as her smile and a smile as mischievous as a fox's walk.

This woman could bring anyone down to their knees for worship and slit their throat before they could offer a prayer. She could suck the soul out of a person if anyone ever dared to look her way with one look, one word. Fuck. It was like an omen.

A warning that should keep me away from her, everything about Jennie Ruby Jane Kim was screaming toxicity and red flags, but what could I say? I'm only human, and humans are bound to err.