Stripped

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Stripped

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In other words, if you copy this work I took time to make, you will be up with a fine of $250,000, you will be up to 5 years of imprisonment, or BOTH. So, if I find any copies of this book or any copies of parts of this book, you better hide your balls and/or titties in your mother's vajayjay. Or else...

:-)

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Caiden

"Hey Caiden, look over there," Lucas shouts over the loud music in the club and points to a girl giving some old business guy a lap dance, "Isn't she a view to look at... Damn!"

She turned around, sat on his lap, and starting moving her hips side to side.

I tugged my lips and sighed. I looked around the club, the huge crowd dancing to the rave music blocking a whole row a other strippers. I looked on stage that was in front of me and looked at all the girls. Two girls, who I know, were pole dancing, doing their usual stuff. I sighed again.

Do these girls know anything else? They all do the same moves, the same mojo, and it's really getting tiring. I want to see a girl moving like she means it. Not a girl with no emotions and only hunts for money and $3x. I want a girl who challenges me, not a girl just waiting for my pick.

I sighed again and chugged down my last shot of tequila. I groaned as my head started pounding against my skull and I cover my face with my hands. I heard someone next to me laugh and slap my knee a few times.

"Ugh, what?" I whined, removing my hands from my face and looking at Shawn, a long time best friend of mine.

He points to a girl on stage, "Do I smell another win?"

I roll my eyes, thinking that I should just leave.

"You know what, Shawn? I'm feeling a bit tired tonight. I think I'll just go home, enjoy some alone time-"

He grabbed my arm, stopping me from getting up, "Am I hearing Caiden Homer giving up on the reign of banging girls?"

I cackle, "No, you're hearing him wanting a break from it."

He punched my side, making me growl in pain and forcing me to stay in my seat. Shawn and I have been best friends since middle school. We've known each other almost our whole lives already and the one thing I hate is when he forces me to do something I don't want to do.

"Shawn, I am not interested in any these easy, undesirable girls, right now. So can you please let me go?" I spat.

He frowns, then slaps me across my face. I flexed my jaw muscles, and feeling a bit more agitated, snapped my head back towards him. He's starting to pull at my strings, and I usually don't have any.

"You really need to look at this one, Cai," he insisted, grabs my face, and turned it towards the stage/catwalk.

I roll my eyes, "Which girl are you talking about?" I shout, sitting up in the black leather seat.

He smiles, then points towards the front of the stage, "That one."

I look to where he was pointing. And my breath caught.

She was wearing the most simplest outfit: a scrunch bottom, a bikini top, high heels, fingerless gloves, all in black. Her brown hair curled and there was a white strap on her upper arm. But that wasn't what got me drawn to her in an instant.