SEXCAPADES OF A STRIPPER (CHAPTER 2)

The moment the taxi peeled off, engine rumbling down the cracked backstreet, Rylee stood there in the club’s parking lot…barefoot, mascara streaked down her cheeks, thighs still sore from the brawl, and one strap of her dress hanging like a wounded soldier.

“Oh, Rylee, you look rough,” snorted o...

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