Champagne:
"Damn ma I'm sorry" he looked down at me with concern in his eyes."Nah it's cool. Didn't hurt to bad". I smirked. "What you trying to say" he raised one sexy pierced eyebrow at me. I think I wet my panties then and there. I had to get out of here, I need air. "I'm Ciroc like the drink..yous?" he slowly reached for my hand and when he had it, he kissed the back of my palms."Champagne....like the drink" copying him. He chuckled with a quiet growl afterwards. Which I don't think I was supposed to hear. I let got of his gentle grip on my hand and proceeded to the dressing room to get dressed.
Ciroc P.O.V:
Damn shawty is so beautiful. What is she doing in a club like this. I watched her ass sway towards the private dressing room for stripper.Woah, lil ma need to get out of this lifestyle. I don't know her yet but Imma find a way to get her out of here and make her mines.
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The Stripper (BWWM)
Teen FictionChampagne, an 18 year old girl takes on a long journey to find her father while stripping to provide herself. Who will she encounter? Will someone help her along the way? Can business and pleasure mix? find out yourself...