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The Pearl

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Chapter 3: The Party

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Party - Welcome to the stripclub known as "The Pearl" with our central protagonist being a young woman named Lara. We follow Lara as she deals with learning to navigate the pitfalls her new job as a lap dancer such as keeping the lecherous club owner at bay and avoiding the corrupt police captain who has taken a shine to her. Get in, clear her debts and get out. That's her plan. But try as she might, she can't help but get drawn into a criminal enterprise hidden at the heart of the club.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   NonConsensual   Rape   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Crime   Humor   Mystery   Sharing   Incest   Brother   MaleDom   Rough   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Facial   Oral Sex   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Size   Teacher/Student   Geeks   Revenge  

Lara gave a contented sigh as she sped down the highway in the late afternoon sun. She had the top down in her VW Beetle and was enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on her skin and the wind flowing through her long hair. It was her day off from her job dancing at The Pearl and normally she would be catching up on her favourite TV shows or lounging on the beach, enjoying the weather and sea air but today was a little different. She had been roped into attending a party with Lenny. A college pool party where she would pretend to be his girlfriend for the day. Lenny, who was the multi-purpose tech guy for The Pearl, had apparently lied to his only friend at college about having a girl and was terrified of being outed as liar and a loser. Lara had felt sorry for him and agreed to help him out as a one time thing.

That is where she was headed at this moment having gotten the address from Lenny last night along with a number of texts thanking her effusively for doing this. She had stopped replying to them after the fifth text. She would meet him there and re-iterate the ground rules. No PDA. He was to keep his hands to himself unless she said otherwise. Lenny was a pushover and she didn’t anticipate any problems. Put on an act, schmooze for a while with Lenny on her arm, and then enjoy the rest of the day sunning herself by the pool. That was the plan, anyway.

As Lara was pondering how much SPF she would need, her phone started to buzz in her hands-free holder to her left. She gave the screen a quick glance and saw Dave’s name. Dave was the owner of The Pearl and the notion of ignoring his call is something she wouldn’t entertain on most days but this was her day off.

Fuck him, I’m not answering. He can leave a voicemail if it’s important.

She let the phone buzz for another thirty seconds or so until it stopped. Lara put her eyes back to the road, pleased with herself for setting a boundary and sticking to it. That feeling was short-lived, however as the phone started buzzing once more.

Again? A flicker of doubt entered her mind as she considered if it was wise to keep ignoring him. Maybe she should answer it and see what he wanted. Might be the safer option.

Making her mind up, she pressed the answer call button and projected a fake sweetness into her voice as she said, “Hi, Dave. What can I do for you?”

“Lara, I’ve been calling. I wanted to talk to you about ... where the fuck are you? It sounds like you are in a bloody wind tunnel!” he bellowed down the phone.

“I’m in my car driving to a pool party. Lenny’s pool party,” she answered, putting particular emphasis on the name ‘Lenny’ as if to remind him that she was doing this favour in part to show Dave she was a “team player” as he had put it the other day.

“Right, yeah, yeah. The kid mentioned that alright. Along with some other stuff. Frankly, I couldn’t shut the kid up about you. Took me forever to get him off the fucking phone. Your pussy must be like crack the way he went on and on...”

A faint smile crept across Lara’s face as she imagined Lenny gushing down the phone to Dave about her. Having said that, she felt it important to correct something Dave had just said.

“Well Lenny wouldn’t know because he didn’t experience that particular pleasure, despite what he may have told you,” she said firmly down the phone.

“Just a turn of phrase, Lara. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Either way, the kid is practically in love. And if he’s happy, I’m happy. So good job there. Well done.”

Lara beamed as Dave gave her some rare praise. He didn’t dole it out often. At the same time, she found herself getting irritated with herself that she cared what he thought. She shouldn’t care. But she did. And that was something that bothered her. Still, it might make her job easier going forward. Dave interrupted her thoughts as he continued talking through the speaker phone.

“The kid isn’t the reason I’m calling anyway. Listen, you know we sell videos on our website and I’m thinking of expanding a little. I figure since The Pearl has made such a splash in our short time open that our reputation as a world class strip joint will help in selling some instructional videos to other strip clubs. I’m thinking of doing a series of Lap Dance 101 videos. Instructional, tutorial type things that the clubs can show their dancers to help them get on our level. There looks to be a market for it. I think it could do well,” Dave said with a hint of excitement.

I know where he is going with this...

“I want you to be the star. We all know you can dance but you are smart and eloquent in a way that most of the girls here aren’t. Let’s face it, our girls are all stunning but they aren’t exactly an Ivy League bunch.”

Lara knew he was buttering her up. Laying the compliments on thick so that she would say yes. And the thought of displaying her talents to other professionals in the industry did give her a little thrill but putting her face out there, giving a lap dance on video, scared her. Her family had no clue what she did for a living. They all still thought she was waitressing and not dancing.

“I don’t know about this Dave. I’m not sure I feel comfortable being plastered all over the internet,” she said, with some clear doubt emanating through her voice.

“Oh you won’t be, you won’t be,” Dave said reassuringly. “This is for professional joints only. The public probably won’t ever see it.” There was a pause on the line until Dave continued.

“What about a mask?” he said.

“A mask?”

“Yeah, a mask. One of those sexy, small ones that cover your eyes like Cat woman. Masquerade ball type shit,” he suggested.

The idea wasn’t bad. It would hide some of her face so she could perform without much fear of being recognised. Plus, it would add some intrigue and mystique to the entire thing. The masked lap dancer, perhaps? Maybe she could do it.

“Still,” she replied. “I’m not sure...”

“Well, I wanted you to do it but I guess I could just ask Sarah instead...” Dave said, leaving the last few words hanging between them.

Fuck that. I’m not bowing out so that bitch can get famous. Not happening. She knew she was being baited by Dave but at this point she didn’t care. That red-headed bimbo bitch cunt wasn’t getting one over on her.

“No need for that. I’ll do it.”

“Fantastic! I’ll start to get the ball rolling. I’ll get Lenny to set up the tech tomorrow and I’ll work on finding a male co-star to sit in the seat. Some Fabio type fucker who’ll look good with his shirt off,” Dave said, clearly delighted with himself. Lara could tell by the tone of his voice that he was sitting there with a smile from ear to ear.

“Sure. It sounds like fun,” Lara said down the phone line.

“Great. Well, enjoy your party. Don’t let Lenny get too drunk. See you tomorrow, we’ll talk more then...” Dave said as he ended the call.

Lara admonished herself for answering the call. She should have ignored it. He’d goaded her with the idea of Sarah taking her place and she had fallen for it but the damage was done now. She had agreed to it so she may as well make the best of it.

I’ll draw up a lesson plan tomorrow. Moves that every pro should know and how to link them together to ramp up the customers arousal. That sort of thing, she thought to herself.

Today though, she was going to relax. The GPS said she was only a couple minutes away so she put it our of her mind and concentrated on not missing her exit.


Lenny was waiting for her at the top of the driveway. She parked and got out to meet him. He was dressed in some long shorts and a goofy looking t-shirt that read “My dick is down here!” in bold lettering.

“La ... La ... Lara! Finally. I know we said fashionably late, but still! The pa ... p ... p ... party has been going for hours. It is practically over! And I’ve been w ... wa ... waiting for eight minutes. I was worried you had changed your mind,” he said in a panic. She laughed a little at his statement.

Eight minutes. Not five, or ten. But eight. I guess he likes specifics.

“Yeah the traffic got heavier the closer I got. But I’m here now so let’s head in,” she said linking her arm in his. “You seem ... different,” she said as they walked through the open gates and around the back of the large estate towards the party noises.

He was stammering. Struggling to get his words out. He had stammered when she had met him in the club but he hadn’t at all the previous day.

“Are you nervous? You don’t need to be,” she said, trying to reassure him.

“Yeah I’m nervous. And I sta ... st ... stammer when I’m nervous,” he struggled to get out.

“I need my Xanax,” he replied simply. He opened a small tube and popped one in his mouth.

“My therapist p ... p ... prescribes them. You want one?”

“No thanks,” she replied, wondering to herself if he had only taken one.

“You bring your suit? Everyone here will b ... b ... be wearing one.”

“Yeah, I have it on under my coat. Brought it in case it got cold later and I didn’t want to just be in a bikini in case I got pulled over or my car crapped out. Which happens more than I would like.”

He nodded as they walked and her heels clacked against the stone. Her coat only came to her thighs and he couldn’t help but stare and admire the way her heels accentuated her long, bare legs. He was eager to see her shed the coat and reveal the bikini she had chosen.

They arrived at what appeared to be the epicentre of the outdoor party. She glanced around at the sight before her. There was a large pool round one end surrounded by a few deck chairs. The pool had a net for volleyball that four guys and four girls were currently playing. The girls were sitting atop the guys shoulders as they supported them and moved them around the pool in a failing attempt to get keep the ball alive and in play for longer than three seconds. She figured the game itself wasn’t that important to the participants. It was more about the contact. If Lenny wanted her to join in, she’d have to think about whether she was willing to go that far for his lie.

She scanned the other end of the massive garden and noticed a wooden dance floor with speakers and lights scattered around the floors perimeter. It was empty at the moment. Either Lenny was right and they were late or she figured it would fill up as the evening turned into night. Finally, there was a tennis table that currently had a bunch of solo cups, spread out in some sort of elaborate beer pong configuration she hadn’t seen before. The place was packed. At least thirty people filled the place. Full of youthful, energetic college goers flitting around in all forms of bathing suits, most of them small enough to barely qualify as bathing suits. She laughed to herself and stared a little as they passed one guy rocking a speedo, confidently striding around the place.

Maybe I should’ve gone to college. I missed out it seems.

She led Lenny to one of the sun loungers situated near the pool and dropped her purse on the towel already provided.

“Doesn’t the towel mean it’s taken?” Lenny asked, some nervousness creeping into his voice as he looked around at the other loungers.

“Relax, Lenny. All the loungers have towels. Whoever owns the place set them out for us,” she said, reassuring him. She then disrobed and placed her coat neatly next to her purse and turned back to him so he could get a good look.

Lenny took her in as she turned to meet him. Her chosen bikini top was a vibrant blue in colour and consisted of a halter-style neckline secured by thin and delicate strings that tied behind her neck and back. Her large breasts strained slightly against the top but her body formed to it well, helping to create the desired amount of cleavage without appearing too over the top. The cups of the top were constructed from a luxurious, soft fabric that looked expensive and comfortable as it clung to her breasts.

Her bottoms were matching in colour and were a classic-looking cut, that sat high-waisted and hugged Lara’s slender waist while also accentuating her long, delicate legs. It was tight across the back, displaying her rear beautifully. It was revealing and sexy but the material covered just enough to be considered tasteful. Just.

Her heels he had admired earlier were high, very high. Bordering on stiletto’s. He wondered how she moved about in them so gracefully.

Lara raised her arms out to the side and did a slow spin for Lenny. “Wow, you look incredible,” he said while ogling every inch of her. “We may need to examine our bikini scale from yesterday. Phoebe Cates and the rest of them can take a hike,” he said with clear lust in his voice.

Lara smiled back at him appreciating the compliment and said, “I aim to please. Right, we should do the rounds so you can introduce me to everyone.”

“I don’t know everyone,” he said uncertainly as his eyes darted round the unfamiliar faces.

“Well, who do you know?” she asked patiently.

“Will. He’s my best friend at college. And I sort of know Alan and Rob too. The three of them hang around together a lot,” he said pensively.

“Great. We’ll start there,” she said linking her arm in his and leading him away from the social safety net of the deck lounger. She figured he would hide there all day if given the choice. She had noticed that he had stopped stammering which was a good sign.

“What have you told them about me? What’s my cover,” she said with a giggle, enjoying the idea of being somebody else for the day.

Asset is on site, preparing to infiltrate, she thought, hoping that her non-existent spy craft could stand up to the scrutiny she would be placed under today.

“You go to a different college than us.”

“In Canada?” she laughed back at him.

“No,” he replied, completely missing her joke. Without a hint of sarcasm or irony he continued and said, “You go to Greendale Community College.”

She stopped walking, bringing them both to a complete stop and turned towards him, a look of panic on her face.

“Lenny, you can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re joking. You do realize Greendale is not a real college and what’s more, its the college they go to on the tv show...”

“Yes, I know, I know,” he cut across her. “I panicked, alright? It was the first name that popped into my head,” he said sheepishly.

“Well, I guess we’ll deal with it. If anyone brings it up I’ll laugh and say I’m with you for your sense of humour or something,” she said trying to calm him down.

Would that make me Annie or Britta? she wondered to herself as they walked. She looked down at her own bikini clad body.

Annie. Definitely Annie.

“What am I studying?” she asked not wanting to be caught out with any questions.

“Journalism. With a minor in dance,” he said matter of factly.

“Ah, yes. Two career paths inextricably linked. I’m sure Katie Couric follows up her interviews with world leaders by getting crunk at the club,” she said dryly.

“Really?” he asked.

“No, Lenny. Who takes Journalism and dance?”

“Um ... You do? I picked something I thought you’d have experience with and find it easy to talk about. I mean you’re so pretty that it makes sense, doesn’t it?” he responded. Lara felt a little offended at the insinuation he was making but dropped it realising he probably didn’t mean it that way and was just attempting to be nice while giving her decent cover in conversations.

“It’s fine. It’s something I can work with I guess,” she said absent-mindedly while trying to concoct herself a backstory.

Her parents, premier members of the Russian Mariinsky Ballet troupe, tragically murdered by corrupt politician. She takes it upon herself to learn the ways of investigative journalism by day to bring their killers to justice while honouring their love of dance by night.

Perfect, she thought to herself. Although she didn’t have a Russian accent. Fuck it, neither did ScarJo. And my tits are better.

Lenny spotted someone he knew and started waving animatedly. He started to lead her over to a group of three men, leaning next to the ping-pong table filled with cups.

“Who are they again?” she leaned in, asking him quietly as they approached.

“Tall one in the middle is my buddy, Will. That’s Alan to the left and Rob is to the right,” he whispered back as they closed the distance.

Will looked up as the couple walked towards them. Here comes Lenny the loser, he guffawed to himself. But he was immediately distracted by the perfect ten on his arm.

Fuck me sideways. Who the hell is she?

Making fun of Lenny was Will’s favourite pastime between classes. Sometimes even during classes. In modern times, geekdom had a certain coolness to it. Will recognised that and kept abreast of the pop culture zeitgeist. But Lenny took it to a whole other level. He was the uber-nerd. The nerd to end all nerds and Will simply couldn’t help but mock him for it. The schmuck didn’t even realise it most of the time and Will and the boys had plenty of fun at his expense. But he balanced it out somewhat by allowing Lenny to tag along when they went to parties. When they talked to girls. Even on a couple nights out. He let Lenny be in his orbit because, frankly, he would be failing half of his classes without Lenny. Lenny had managed to change one of Will’s failing grades from last semester with some computer wizardry and was now giving Will cliff notes for most of his exams.

“Cliff notes” was the euphemism they used in public for the complete question and answer key for the tests, provided ahead of time. Even knowing how much he needed the dweeb, he still couldn’t help himself sometimes. Lenny was just such an easy target.

As the woman moved gracefully towards him he couldn’t help but stare in amazement.

How is Lenny here with her? The face. The body. The fucking tits, as he stared at her in the skimpy bikini.

Will and the boys had teased Lenny about never getting any action when the nerd had blurted out that he had a girlfriend. Lenny claimed that the reason they never saw her around was because she went to a different college. That had been the ridiculous ongoing lie he had been telling for months until yesterday when he had told them that his “girlfriend” was going to be joining him at today’s party. That she was gorgeous and smart. That they loved each other and that he wanted them to be nice to her. A journalist major he had said. Or was it dance? From green something university. He was only half listening at the time, assuming Lenny was spinning more bullshit but he wished he had been paying attention now.

There is zero fucking chance that Lenny bagged a stunner like her. It’s gotta be his cousin. Or a hooker.

“Hey guys, look,” Will exclaimed with a boisterous shout. “It’s Lenny the Legend!”

“Hi guys!” Lenny said as he and Lara reached them.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your lovely, lady companion?” Will asked putting on an innocent air and tone.

“Guys this is my girlfriend,” he announced, grinning from ear to ear. Alan moved first and dove forward on one knee, taking Lara’s hand in his and bringing it to his mouth to kiss her as though an old-timey knight might do. The boys laughed at his antics and Lara allowed him to kiss her hand while smiling down at him.

A little dorky, but still smooth she admitted to herself as she sized him up. Average height. He looked lean and fairly athletic, the large size of his calves more noticeable as he was on one knee.

Must be a runner. Or maybe a soccer player?

His legs were fit and her gaze lingered there for a moment, appreciating them. She noticed his soft hands as he held her own. Smooth and gentle without a hint of callouses.

Clearly doesn’t do any sort of manual labour.

He had a pleasant enough face topped with dark hair in that modern cauliflower cut that half the guys her generation seemed to sport. She strongly disliked that look but it was fashionable so she couldn’t hold it against him too much. Decent looking guy, all told. All of this flashed in her mind as he kissed her hand and then held it before him.

“Alan is mine own nameth. What a fair looking mistress thee art. Such a comeliness I has’t nev’r seen. Wouldst thee alloweth me to asketh thy nameth?” Alan said dramatically, still holding her hand while on one knee before her.

“Why of course, good sir. You have the honour, nay, the privilege of being in the presence of one Lara, Countess of bikini-bottom,” she pronounced to the group in her best attempt at British aristocracy which she was loathed to admit she had practised during repeated viewings of Downton Abbey.

Too fucking right you are. Countess, mayor and fucking queen of Bikini Bottom, Will thought to himself as he stole a glance at Lara’s perfect ass filling out her bathing suit.

The group laughed again as Rob leaned across and good naturedly grabbed Alan, pulling him to his feet.

“Get up you tool, or she’ll think we are all drama losers or something,” Rob chided him.

“Just introducing myself to the lady, is all,” Alan said with a smile.

“And a fine introduction it was, Alan,” Lara said with a little curtsy.

“Rob,” he said simply as means of an introduction as he nodded at her.

“Hi, Rob,” she said politely. She wasn’t sure what to make of him. She had been enjoying the silly little role play Alan had initiated and was annoyed Rob had cut it short. Physically, he wasn’t much to look at. Shorter than the others, his face had some acnes scars and she found his eyes a little beady. But he kept his eyes locked to her face, which she appreciated. She knew how revealing her bikini was and realized he was making an effort to not leer at her.

He gets points for that at least.

Rob stepped back and the man in the middle, clearly the anchor of the group, stepped forward. He didn’t offer his hand but instead leaned forward, clearly intending to kiss her on the cheek. This surprised Lara a little but she went with it and presented her cheek for his kiss. After the greeting, she noted how he didn’t lean back. He kept a firm grip of her arm so she couldn’t easily back away and he stayed in her personal space.

“Will, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, Will. I’m the host. This is my party,” he said smugly, almost as if this was something to brag about and elevated him from the guests somehow.

“It’s a lovely place,” she replied, trying to keep her voice sweet and light. Lara took an immediate dislike to the man. His voice and tone reeked of privilege and arrogance and the way he had closed the distance between them and stayed there made her uncomfortable. She was sure he was the type to devour books talking about how to “hold frame” with women and other such macho bullshit and made it his style when dealing with the opposite sex. She had to admit though, he was handsome.

No, handsome doesn’t cut it. He was hot.

Her mother would have described him as a hunk. He was tall, much taller than her with broad shoulders that made him look so much bigger than the rest of the boys surrounding her. His hair, tousled and dark, fell over his forehead in a sort of dishevelled yet organised style. The “I fell out of bed looking this way and don’t care” look some guys spent a long time in front of the mirror perfecting. It worked for him. It added a sort of roguish allure. He had a strong jaw and a wicked smile. If she had to place his look, she would consider him a cross between Ian Somerhalder and Jensen Ackles.

But it didn’t stop at his face. He was wearing board shorts with a noticeable bulge and was shirtless.

Because damn. Of course he was shirtless.

His chest and stomach caught her eye and held her attention. He had an impressive array of abs. An eight-pack, the sort of physique that took some genetic luck and a lot of work in the gym to achieve and maintain. Most men could never achieve such a body. Each abdominal muscle was clearly defined with raised ridges. The peaks and valleys of the muscles at his core standing out sharply. She had a feeling he was performing in front of her a little as she noticed them contract and flex with every breath he took.

Lara flushed in embarrassment as she suddenly realized she had been ogling his body longer than was considered polite. Will met her gaze and smiled in a knowing fashion. He had caught her checking him out. She hadn’t been subtle.

So that’s what it feels like to be on the other end of this, she thought ruefully, being well used to the gawking from men and rarely being the one gawking herself. This was a ladies man for sure and she would have to be careful around him.

“Yeah, my folks bought it so that I could be nearer to school,” Will said, referring again to the house and property, still pleased with himself that he had caught her ogling his body.

“Yeah. It’s ... nice,” she said, flustered and reddening with embarrassment.

It’s nice. You said that already. Get it together before they assume you are some airheaded bimbo. And remember why you are here. Lara extricated his hand from her arm in a deft manner so as not to draw attention to it and took a step back to sidle up to Lenny. Will had noticed the move, although it appeared nobody else had. Lara was glad of the space she had generated between them.

“So, how about some drinks?” Will suggested. “Me and the guys are on the beer. We all know Lenny doesn’t drink but Lara feel free to partake. Anything you want. Go wild. You only live once, after all.”

Lara considered it a moment. She had driven here. She should really refuse and take it easy but as Lenny looked at her hopefully, she realised it would be rude not to join in. At least a little. She’d have one.

“What drinks do you guys have?” she asked Will.

“Everything you could want,” he answered smugly. “Beer, Vodka, Rum, Wine, Tequila...”

She perked up when he mentioned tequila. It was her kryptonite. She loved it, even if it didn’t love her back. Scientifically, she knew most alcohol was a depressant but you could have fooled her the way she felt getting wasted on tequila shots. She adored the way it made her feel and it was her drink of choice when she wanted to have a good time. It affected her in other less positive ways too though. It made her mind slower and made her feel a bit dopey. It shot her judgement to shit as well. She had once embarrassingly streaked completely naked across her high-school football field following a dangerous combination of tequila and truth or dare. She had sworn off the drink after that incident for life. That oath had lasted about three weeks.

“I’d love a tequila shot. I’m driving, so I’ll only have the one,” she said pointedly to the group and internally promising herself to stop at one. Will reached behind him onto the ping-pong table and picked up a cup marked “T” and handed it to her. “Got one right here. Last one in fact. If you need more, there is a full bottle behind the bar.”

Lara downed the cup in one. It was a half-full solo cup so easily four times the amount a shot glass would be but she figured it would be the only drink she had. The group cheered as she chugged the drink in one. Will had spent the moment admiring her breasts. The way they jiggled delightfully as she downed it aggressively. He especially liked the way she had licked her lips clean after.

I bet she has a talented tongue.

The drink was strong. Lara liked that. It felt incredible going down. Fruity and so, so smooth. She could feel the usual rush it gave her, the burst of happiness that she enjoyed so much. “Sublime,” she said with a satisfied grin. The rest of the guys, sans Lenny who just stood there, smiled back at her and sipped their beers.

“I love your bikini by the way. La Perla?” Will queried.

Somewhat surprised by his accurate guess, Lara started to answer, “Yes, actually I picked it up just for today.”

Will stretched out a hand and quickly ran his fingers through the sides of the cups, taking the material in his fingers and massaging it.

“Yes, it’s good quality for sure,” he said with a smirk. The back of his hand was resting against the side of her breast as he “examined” the material.

Lara was taken aback by the sudden inappropriate action but Will returned his hand to his side before she had a chance to react. In less than a minute, the quadruple shot of tequila had slowed her reactions somewhat. The whole encounter had taken only three or four seconds in total and she had just stood there as it happened. It had taken her a few seconds to realize what was happening and how inappropriate it was. She was considering giving some sort of verbal rebuke at the uninvited touching when Will spoke up again, as if eager to move the conversation onward.

“So, you’re a dancer, right?” Will asked. “You study it at college? What sort of dance? Is it ballet or more modern?” he asked with a determined look in his eye. She got the feeling she was being interrogated. She had to stop herself from getting lost in his blue eyes.

Very dreamy.

“Uh, yeah. I do all sorts of dance. Journalism too.” she answered, sticking out her chest subconsciously.

 
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