Denver Hales Virgin Prostitute

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(MELANIE MARTINEZ POV):

I watched with great interest as she moved her body like a delicate flower. The way she swayed with ease and passion amazed me immensely. I couldn't believe it myself. This was what I wanted for myself when I get older. I literally daydreamed of the day hundreds of men would watch me in action as I portray my talent on that stage. But little did I know that my twin sister already had my life planned out for me.

Hello, my name is Melanie Martinez and this is my story. The story of my unfortunate life and how I got to meet a powerful demon king, Denver Hale.

You see, what you read earlier was something that used to happen when I was just a little child.

My mother was that graceful woman on stage. She wasn't a ballerina and nor was she some other sort of dancer.

Well, she was actually a dancer but not just any kind. My mother was a pole dancer that I adored so much as a kid.

To me, it was all about the beauty of it. I was just an innocent child at mind and heart and didn't see what the actual aim of her dance was as of then.

What kind of mother would take her kids to the club like this and do what she was doing right before their eyes?

Well, I didn't mention my dad at the beginning did I?

He was a victim of a car crash on his way to the hospital where my mother was giving birth to I and my twin sister. The doctor didn't tell her that till after she was done bringing us into the world.

Mom revealed this truth to us only when we were sixteen. She had originally planned to tell us when we reach eighteen but because we kept pushing to know she just let it out.

During those days when we were too young to be left at home, my mother always took us to the club she worked as a pole dancer, sat us down in a room meant for her to change and told us not to come out of the room.

Of course she didn't intentionally let us see her but I was the stubborn one of course and would always peep through a small opening on the door.

My sister, on the other hand, had no interest in our mother's work as I did and had stopped watching the very first day she had seen what mom does for a living.

She just stayed put on the floor and waited till our mom was done. She would sometimes fall asleep when mom took till deep at night to finish.

Mind you, my sister, Delanie, isn't normally like this. My sister is actually a very manipulative kind of person. She's much more of a liar, exploiter, and a big thief.

It's almost like it's in her genes really so I wasn't surprised she would be the one to give me such a miserable life and turn me into a prostitute for her own benefits.

Let me not rush into things just yet and start it up from the top...

My mom had a magic hand in making lemonade and now that we were adults, nineteen years old to be precise, mom made me and Delanie help her out in selling while she went pole dancing.

We were just right outside our most visited selling point outside a school when a high school boy walked up to our stand.