Page 177 of Icy Cold Death

Then, she smiled.

“Sure. We can talk. Follow me,” she said as she headed away with the beads swaying, and her ass doing the same thing.

Lordy, but someone put a lot of money into her body to be a stripper. She was pretty much perfect.

When they went down the hall, and out a door, they found themselves in a breakroom of sorts.

That’s when the stripper laid down the law.

“You have ten minutes until my next number,” she said, shaking her tits for Bishop to put the money between them.

“Well, when on a girl’s weekend,” she said, doing just that. “No one tell my husband. He might like this,” she joked.

The stripper pulled out a cigarette and was ready.

“The clock starts now.”

Genesis handled that.

“What’s your real name?” she asked.

The woman found that amusing.

“Sunny Day.”

No one believed that, and when they didn’t speak, she got the picture.

Someone didn’t want to lose the money.

So, she told them.

“It’s Kiersten Day. Legit. That’s my birth name my parents gave me.”

Well, at least they had that.

Genesis continued.

“We’re here about Keri Hester.”

The woman laughed.

“Oh, well, fuck her, and fuck you for even saying her name in front of me.”

Tori lifted a brow.

What the hell was this?

“Uh, I’m going to say that she’s not your friend?” Tori asked.

She shrugged.

“We were. Only, she did me dirty. I was dancing, and this hot man came in. I told her he was mine, and to just keep him busy until I could take a piss. I ran off the stage, did my thing, freshened up, and when I came out, she was full-on doing her thing in his lap.”

They let her talk.

“She was bumping and grinding, and then, they went into a private room.”

Tori looked around.

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