San Marino is the biggest club in Toronto that's know for providing quality entertainment from beautiful dancers in little clothing. When Madeleine joins the club she finds that she may be in way over her head, especially when her boss seems to take...
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"Oh my gosh! Lyssa, turn right!" I shout as Lyssa turns left.
Lyssa and I have been driving for ages and this girl only just found the house, she literally cannot read a GPS. "The GPS means her right"
"No, what the fuck? Why would- Just turn right now" I groan as I shake my head.
"Ugh, next time we're taking an Uber man" she rolls her eyes as she does a U-turn and actually starts following the GPS's instructions now.
Mr. Tesfaye must be rich as fuck because we're in the hills and I can barely even get any service up here. We continue driving until the GPS tells us that we've reached our destination. As soon as I see the house my eyebrows raise in approval, it's huge. The tall healthy looking palm trees guarded the large beige structure that stood elegantly.
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Lyssa looked around for a place to park and decided the park on the road opposite. They're bumping the music so loud it could literally be heard metres away. If it wasn't for the isolation of the house and the sparcity of people there probably would be neighbours coming over to complain.
We step out of the car and walk into the house together. Outside there was a colony of, mainly females, drinking and smoking. I could even see some guy doing coke lines with a hundred dollar bills on the table. As we enter the mansion the smell of weed and alcohol only became even more potent.
As soon as I walk in I make my way to the bar, I haven't had alcohol in ages and I crave something to loosen me up right now. In the centre of the living room there are three stripper poles with almost naked girls dancing on them.
I wonder if that's what I look like to other people when I dance. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Huh?" I say confused as I look away from the dancers and look next to me.
"Damn, I've never seen a girl so intrested in strippers." He guys says. He's a tall, skinny boy with medium length dreadlocks tied behind his head.
"It's not that I'm intrested in strippers, I've just never seen one in real life." I say before turning my head away from him
