Club Dancer? I’m the Owner
Language: en
My boyfriend, Brandon, was desperate to claw his way into elite social circles and insisted we go to that high-end club. I wanted to refuse, but his eyes were red as he swore it was his one big break. The moment we entered the VIP room, his childhood sweetheart Tiffany, draped in designer labels, sneered. "Brandon, is this your girlfriend? She looks awfully familiar. Isn't she one of the dancers here?" "Last week, I saw you giving a lap dance to some old man. You were down to a G-string, but I admit, you have a good figure." She finished, then feigned regret, covering her mouth.…