She's my Stripper, He's my Stalker

was born I never imagined that my

astonished at how I got there. Although it not a li

with thier point of view but I needed to back my adult self

who tarnished their image and self worth, by selling themselves to viewers, dancing half naked I'm the eyes of men. But when

f to men ,but that's what people get wrong and don't even bother listening to my ex

ising within me. It's been happening for a few weeks now - this feeling of someone watching me, f

ootsteps behind me, and my heart skips a beat. I turn around sharply, but there's

keys and unlock the front door, quickly stepping inside and locking it behind me. I

is a message scrawled in bold, b

ground with

call the police, but something stops me. I can't explain it, but I feel like there's more to this

the window, I catch a glimpse of someone standing outside. It's too

l the police? Should I confront them? Or sho

d of someone trying to force open the window, and I realize that I'm in danger. I run t

but when I peer outside, I see a familiar fac

" I shout, my voice trem

tion, unsure of what he wants or what he's capable of. I also notice how handsome he looks, i took a breath in and let

ever be the same again. I'm caught in a dangerous game, and I don't know who my enemy

e. I scan the room, trying to see if I can spot him, but there are too many people. I took and excuse and went home saying i wasn't feeling well so my b

day arriv

trip club she feels so

ssica who smirks

r normal dance routine and ga

t two pair of eyes wa

someone is watching me - not just the usual clients, but someone with a sinister in

than I have to.As I step outside, a hand grabs my arm, and I scream. It's him - the man from last night. He

" I ask again, feeling m

ar and whispers, "I'm pro

ht as suddenly as he appeared, and I'm left standin