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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Magnolia made her way up the stairs to the VIP room, huffing and puffing in exasperation of her interaction with the despicable woman.
As much as she tried to relax herself about the situation and chain smoking, seeing those stupidly intoxicating eyes brought her back down to her harsh reality, and the territory she was about to be dancing on was a dangerous one.
With her hatred for the woman growing, they was something underlining and she couldn't pin point what exactly it was, a new thing was becoming apparent to her. Watching Renata wrap her lips around the butt of her cigarette, the way her fingers kept a hold of it gently, the annoying pop she'd make after inhaling, her thumb flicking the ash. It made her see women in a different light, did she find that shit attractive?
Before she could even dwell on such insane thought, the door opened, making her head whip to the door, watching as Renata stalked her way through the room - heels clanking against the floor, her eyes remained on Magnolia, grabbing her waist softly to move past her and sit on the comfy couch, grabbing the whisky from the table and taking a sip.
Still keeping the damn eye contact.
Goosebump rose on her arms and her hair stood up from such intensity, Renata grinned a little and reframed from chuckling at the blonde in front of her, whose eyes were sending daggers. "Dance, blondie." She ordered, hardly leaving any room as she whipped a cigar from her black blazer and puffing on it.
Magnolia always had this idea that Mafia leaders had tattoos all over their body, but Renata's hand remained bare and no tattoos ever peeked out from her long sleeves, she hardly even seen her arms and skin due to the amount of layers. As much as she loved New York, the winter time was always the worst.
She was interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared, Renata now looking annoyed and confused by the lack of movement. "Don't make me repeat myself." She deadpanned, watching Magnolia very closely as she made her way to the speaker and seemingly picking a playlist.
Once she decided, the sensual music and beat began flowing through her whole body, making her relax and release the tension in her stiff muscles - if there was one thing that made her feel better, it was the rhythmic beat of the instrumental music with words that spoke like poetry to her.
Music was banned when she was young, besides the classic Mozart or Beethoven, so listening to it now made it more beautiful and she appreciated it a lot more.
Her body moved along the rhythm, following every beat drop and clash, her hands gripping onto the pole and she began to grind against it, her body grazing the cold rod and ignoring the way it made her skin crawl.
She moved around until she was in front of her boss, her back arching into the pole and her arms above her holding on, her hips rolling down until her knees were on the mini stage, remaining eye contact as she pretended to ride. Crawling her way to Renata, she smirked as she noticed her chest getting heavier and her ego was immediately flourishing. Inbetween her legs, she moved her whole body a 180° with a hair whip, her palms on the ground as she began to lift herself up.
