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"Let's make it official." Harry says, his head resting on mine, my arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist, his green eyes staring at my brown. "You're my boyfriend now. It's sounds so good rolling of my tounge." "It's music to my ears."
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The club is closed and I'm talking to my best friend, Darlene. Her stage name is Dirty Darlene. We met when I first started working here. I was a newbie and she was really kind and showed me the works to stripping. "Sounds like somebody has a sugar daddy." She says, smirking at me. She takes a sip of her drink. "He's not my sugar daddy. He's just my rich boyfriend." "Sounds like a sugar daddy to me." She says playfully, making me playfully roll my eyes. My phone rings and I pick it up, looking at the caller ID. I smile brightly. "I think I know who that is." Darlene chuckles. "Shut up." I smile. I answer the phone. "Hey, babe. You're outside? OK. I'll be out in a minute. OK, bye." I hang up the phone. "Harry's outside. Gotta go Darlene. Bye." I wave at her while walking out the door. She waves back at me. "Call me when you inherit all of his money!" She playfully says loudly.
