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Oh? Well, if she’s game, so am I.

My pulse quickens at the thought of what might come next. “Maybe we should see how hot it can get.”

Her voice is thick with anticipation. “Mmm, I think we should.”

Oakleigh continues with her lap dance, grinding against me to the beat of the music.

I’m having a hard time not getting turned on by her.

There’s something erotic about this.

I don’t know if it’s the fact she’s an acquaintance’s daughter or if it’s the setting we’re in.

Oakleigh continues to grind against me, and I breathe out heavily, my voice rough with need. “What are you doing tonight?”

She looks right back at me, licking her lips slowly, her eyes dark with promise. “Nothing. Working, and then going home.”

“Wrong,” I smirk, my hand skirting against her upper thigh as the music changes in the background. “You’re doing me.”

I know this could very well get me in some deep shit, but it’ll only happen if her father finds out.

The thing is, not even Hammer’s wrath will keep me away from his daughter.

She’s not a little girl, and I’m the type of man who always gets what I want.

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Oakleigh

My heart continues to race as I make my way backstage, just finishing the lap dance I gave Razor.

I bite down on my bottom lip and make my way over to my locker, turning my combination lock until it finally opens.

I pull out the stack of cash I’ve earned for the night, counting the stacks of ones, fives, tens, and twenties in front of me.

I shimmy out of my lingerie and slip on a pair of skinny jeans, throw on a long-sleeve t-shirt that has a good view of my tits, and give myself a once over in the small mirror I have hanging in my locker.

My braids look awesome.

They were freshly done yesterday by Sapphire, the same chick who does Ebony’s.

Sapphire can practically do everything from cornrows, locs, box braids, Ghana braids, Senegalese braids, knotless braids, lemonade braids, and so much more.

I had her give me box braids and add the color in. I like to think I have a very vibrant personality, so I change my hair every few weeks.

I love the fact she was able to find a brighter purple than I wanted. I told her eggplant would be fine, but she convinced me to get a mixture of eggplant and a deep lavender.

She went in and added white, a bit of gold, and black, making it look better than I ever imagined it could.

As I look at my reflection, my mind is reeling from seeing Razor.

What the hell is he doing in Los Angeles?

I know he was officially made the VP for the Mexican charter a while back, but I never thought I’d see him here in LA, especially not in the strip club where I work.

Hell, I’m not complaining.

Razor is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen on the face of the Earth.

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