The Dancer and a Daquiri

Amber's a young woman with issues. But she won't let them get in her way! She's constantly going to auditions in hopes of showing control-freak mother and her lousy boyfriend, Luca, that she can succeed as a dancer. One day, she discovers Luca's been cheating on her, so she goes out to clear her head, where she meets Jake, the bartender of a strip bar, and a passionate guy. One thing leads to another, and she ends up living with Jake and possibly finding a home in his heart.

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"Man, Jake. You trippin'! All these bunnies in here, and you can't pull one!? You ain't even tryin'-" D'Angelo and the rest of the club went completely silent when she walked in.

The first thing I noticed was her face. She has delicate facial features, but if you look deep into her big copper-colored doe eyes, you'll see some kinda innocence in them. But that innocence could be overlooked by hostility. Her lips are perfect, not too big or too tiny... kinda makes me fantasize about what her lips look like down there. Is she a virgin? Damn, that dress fits so perfectly on her... the way her long wavy hair falls over her plump ass... and how that tight little dress she's wearing accents her tiny waist and perky tits. It's like her body's talking to me, telling me to dive in her ocean, give her the goods... but I could never say that. I'm smart enough to know that a girl like her could never want someone with a mouth like-

"Um, hello? Can I order?"

My ungodly thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice- her voice. It was soft but so demanding.

Don't worry, baby girl. I'll give you whatever you want.