"I don’t like the idea of my girl stripping, Iris,” my boyfriend Steven says, glaring at me with his arms crossed. “It’s disgusting and impure. And I need my girl to be pure.” Steven is my college sweetheart – we’ve been dating for nine months, even though he’s graduated. He's very disciplined and
“Welcome to the stage…Bambi!” The DJ says, using my stage name. Dancing comes naturally to me – music has always made me feel at home in my body, and when the music is sexy? Well, then I feel sexy too. I whip my hair back at the crescendo of the music, my eyes moving directly to the man in the mon
I stare at the two men in shock, clutching the money to my chest. “What – what the hell are you talking about!?” “Your little boyfriend,” the smaller guy says, sneering and pushing Anthony away when he tries to get to my side. “He sold you to Don Bonetti as part of his debt.“ “What!?” I shout, j
I say a little prayer of thanks to Anthony as I bolt, clutching my money and throwing myself through the curtain at the back of the bar. Behind me I hear shouting and the sound of something that sounds like a fist on flesh – God, I hope Anthony is okay – But there’s no time to worry about him.
I scream again, covering my head and ducking down as low as I can go, my feet drifting over the back seat and kicking the Mafia King in the thigh – “Fucking go, Frankie!” the Mafia King shouts, “they’re on our god damn tail!” “Get down!” the Mafia King shouts, ducking and throwing his body over
“You’re a little different than I expected you to be, all grown up,” Christian says, smirking as he glances down at my stripper outfit, which is honestly not much more than skimpy underwear. I blush a sudden, horrible red. “Oh my god,” I murmur, hunching my shoulders and pulling myself closer to h
“Well,” he says with a little smirk, “I knew immediately that it was you, even when the DJ introduced you as Bambi.” A shocked little laugh stumbles from my mouth, and then I can’t help it – I tilt my head back and laugh harder. “I can’t believe you found me in the strip club, Christian,” I murmur
“Whoa!” Christian says, catching Iris before she can fall to the ground. He holds her steady, letting her find her feet. She looks up at him apologetically with those wide blue eyes, a perfect pink blush spreading over her cheekbones. God damn it, why did she have to grow up to be so damn pretty?