Struggle off the streets by softmelody
JUSTIN'S POV
I sit and smile as a stripper grinds herself up against me for my lapdance. She's got long black hair, slightly wavy, and dark chocolate coloured skin. Chunky gold seems to be hanging from various parts of her body. Her ears, her neck, her stomach, her fingers...
There seems to be something about her that i can't quite put my finger on, but a part of me is saying she's the one. I laugh silently at my thought. Could i really be falling for a stripper? After one night?
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