Midnight

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Prologue

"Vixen, your on in 5" the stage manager Jeff told me.

I put on eyeliner to give my self the cat eye look. Then put on my red lipstick to make my light brown eyes pop.

Hopefully he's here.....

What am I talking about, he's always here! Every time I perform he's always there, right in the front row. And it feels like every time I'm on that stage it's just him and me.

Me teasing him and him biting his lips and sometimes even places his soft but rough hands on my skin. He does things to me that no one else could ever do to me.

I may be a stripper, but I'm not a slut..

I do this because I have no one. Yes I know that same damn story that every stripper has, but it's true. We're not all lucky like the rich millionaires on tv. Some of are life's are not fairytales.

I clear my busy mind and do another check on everything before I go out one stage. I have to be perfect for him.

I can hear the music starting up and I hurry and walk towards the stage. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Putting my smile on as I strut out onto the stage.

And he's the first one I see..

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A/N:

Here's my new story I hope you enjoyed it! I will be updating more either late July or early August, so please be patient.

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