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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Despite having the night off, Magnolia did feel obligated to come due to the Boss coming tonight. It was very rare apparently for the woman to come; for example in all the time that Magnolia has been working at the strip club, she had never met or seen any pictures of the woman.
The only information she had ever gotten was that she was Kian's sister, the Boss, and a dangerous woman. Though she had been to the Abbott household, she didn't bother looking at pictures they had decorating the wall, except the ones that were of Kian when he was very young and posing for each and every picture with his goofy, teethy grin.
Applying her makeup, she took a moment and looked in the mirror. She hated it. Not the makeup, but the features that reminded her of her father: her eyebrows and the way they arched in the same way his did, the nose they shared in similarity, the lucid colour of her eyes that engraved every bruise, mark and image that he left her. The only thing that separates her from being related to her family, was her hair. After earning enough money in the first week of being waitress around the club, she got it professionally dyed in order to keep her identity somewhat different to her one in England.
Most of the time she refused to look in the mirror, only when applying make up, doing her skincare and making sure her outfit looked presentable when leaving the house or going on stage. He left a long lasting effect on her, and still did, without even being present on earth.
If he was alive to see her becoming what she was doing, he would've killed her. One thing that stuck by her was what everyone in the family told her not to be, was a stripper. Now though, she's labelled to be the best stripper in New York. She didn't become a stripper in spite of her father, but the fact the money was reliable here, she made a steady income to support herself.
Lining her lips with mahogany liner, she put a mahogany matte lipstick on, along with gloss once it dried. Ruffling her blonde hair, she pouted her lips and admired what was looking back at her for a moment before diverting her eyes away and putting the cover she always had for her mirror back on.
The lace of her panties, same colour as her lips, covered part of her ass, leaving the crease on show and reaching her waist — she always had her panties covering her muffin top given the fact a small scar was on it. Her top, pushing her bust up, the matching lace was embraided with flowers, she always made sure her lace bra had flowers - the very reason how she got her stage name.
Grabbing the heels from her locker, she slipped then on and crossed the rough material around her legs. After doing the same with the other side, she stood up and shook her hands, then her feet, rolling her ankles and cracking her neck from side to side, taking a deep breath and putting a lace mask on. She never usually wore a mask, but tonight, she wished to make a lasting impression — especially because the Boss was going to see her tonight.
