In the heart of Los Angeles, amidst the neon glow of the city's bustling streets, Roman "Joe Anoa'i" Reigns found himself grappling with a pain he had never known before. The sting of heartbreak weighed heavy on his shoulders, casting a shadow over...
Joe was more than determined to know who this mysterious woman was. The fact he managed to finally get her attention made him even more infatuated with her. She had the body of a goddess and her smile was infectious. This woman had him staring her down like a hawk.
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However, this mysterious woman escorted him into a private room inside of the strip club and sat on his lap. She looked deep into his eyes that were full of excitement. She was gorgeous in his eyes. Her long, black curly hair was cascaded down to her shoulders and her gaze was sultry.
"What would you want me to do, handsome?" She asks, twirling her finger around a small strand of his long, jet black hair with a seductive tone of voice, "I'll be more than glad to give you a little dance."
Joe's eyes shifted towards her face and he cocked a smile, "I appreciate that you'd wanna give me a little lap dance," he began, his voice soft yet firm, "but I'd rather get to know you better first and foremost."
The woman arched an eyebrow in surprise, her gaze studying him intently, "You're different," she replied with a hint of admiration in her voice, "Most men don't come here for conversation."
He chuckled, "I'm more of a silent observer than a talker, baby."
His playful attitude made this woman nervously bite her lip while still insisting on giving Joe a dance, one that he'd never forget. But to her surprise, he denied her and focused more on who she was as a person instead of some ordinary stripper.
Joe then offered her a small smile, his eyes sincere, "I'm not like most men. I know they wanna come in here and get a little dance from you and probably wanting some pussy, but I'd rather get to know you more importantly."
And so, instead of the usual exchange of money for entertainment, they embarked on a different kind of dance; a dance of words and shared secrets. As they talked, Joe discovered layers to the woman that he never would have imagined, each revelation drawing him further into her orbit.
By the time their conversation came to an end, Joe realized he had learned more about her in those moments than he ever could have through a mere lap dance. And as they parted ways a half hour later, he couldn't help but to feel grateful for the unexpected connection they had forged in the most unlikely of places.
"Come back whenever you can, Joe." She says in a sensual tone.
"You know I will." He chuckled softly, "Before I leave, what's your name, beautiful?"
"It's Jasmine."
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I'm Joe."
"Joe, huh?" She chuckled, "I love that. What's a man like you doing inside of the club tonight?"
"I just wanted a night out to myself since I'm currently in town from work. I sadly have to head back to work starting tomorrow." He then looked into her eyes, "But the fact I'm in a room all alone with a beautiful woman such as yourself has definitely lifted some weight off my shoulders." He flashed a smile.
