Curves And The Billionaire (BBW Billionaire Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
I'm still reeling from the phone call. When Anne informed - not asked, informed - that we were going to amateur night at a local strip club, I wasn't sure what to think. I'm still not. It's been almost twenty minutes since she rang, and I'm still gawking at the phone, still staring, still not sure whether to be turned on or horrified. I feel like I should be terrified, honestly. It's not that I'm morally opposed to strip clubs. I'm not. In fact, I'm not morally opposed to much of anything. I fight back a smirk as I think of the past few weeks and how many crazy, poor, unusual, and exciting decisions I've made. I fucked one of Anne's friends and then I fucked Anne. Then Anne and I fucked Bruce together, enjoying our first threesome. And we did enjoy it. A lot. But now I'm at work, stuck in an office job that I once thought held a world of opportunity for me, but that mostly just holds paperwork.
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