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🕑 Added 2024-07-01 13:00:21 +0000 UTCStepping through the door for the first time, Kelly had no allusion as to what this place is...an invite-only gentleman's club, catering to the wealthy and well-connected. Politicians with prominent flag pins on their lapels, Saudi sheiks in white linen and gold-fringed keffiyehs, vaguely disguised celebrities fresh off a Beverly Hills shopping spree...every night is a veritable who's who of the rich and famous.
There was no name on the building, no gaudy neon to advertise what the nondescript building was. There are no welcome signs for fresh off-the-road truckers or college frat boys...if it weren't for the parking lot full of waiting, black town cars, and ultra high-end sports cars, one would assume the building was nothing more than a random business park.
Stepping through the curtain separating the main stage and the dressing room, Taylor plops down in a chair beside Kelly. A pile of discarded lingerie on the table in front of her, the near-naked young woman grins at the elder's reflection in the lighted mirror. Pulling a wad of nothing but high-denomination bills out of her garter, that too is piled up before her.
Taylor: I think I just gave Jeff Bezos a lap dance.
Kelly says nothing, flicking her eyelashes with a mascara brush.
Taylor: And I'm pretty sure I saw one of the Kardashians in the VIP lounge!
Kelly looks up from her flicking, eyeing the almost giddy-looking young woman in the mirror's reflection. Taylor's star-struck expression instantly disappears, the older woman giving her a thoroughly unimpressed glare. Yeah, she knows that look...Kelly's near-patented look conveys nothing shy of 'you need to keep your eyes on the prize'.
Kelly doesn't like doing this, a woman more accustomed to pulling out a credit card with no concern as to how much debt she's about to rack up. She doesn't really care how she gets out of the hole her now ex-husband put her in, doesn't really care who she has to shake her derriere at, just so long as she gets back to her former champagne and caviar lifestyle.
And if that means getting her own flesh and blood to shake her derriere too, then so be it.
The young brunette wrinkles her nose, letting out a huff of disdain that only a spoiled, little rich girl is capable of. Looking over at a rack full of skimpy lace, patent leather, and feather boas, Taylor stands up...her expression just shy of a spoiled brat who's just about to throw a temper tantrum...and snatches something tiny, sequined, and bikini-like.
Taylor: Fine. I'll go give Khloé the 'Demi Moore' treatment.
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