CHAPTER 9

JASMINE

I was going to kill him.

I was going to dance first, shake my booty before a crowd of horny men, expose his ass to my mom, THEN I was going to kill him.

That was the only thought in my head as I pushed through the crowd gathered around the stage where girls were dancing against the poles.

"Girl coming through!"

The gold mask felt tight on my face. I was about to throw a f.u.c.king show. My pussy had this dull, throbbing ache that reminded me of how he had stretched me, ruined me, filled me with his cum. And my c.u.n.t clenched every time...