my very own private millionaire
he lit his cigar with a hundred dollar bill.
"Ridiculous" I thought to myself.
He poured money on me taking bills out of a big stash of hundreds. I danced for him.
He grabbed me by the wrist and asked me:"How much for the night?"
"Make me love you. Money is too easy for you."
"I like you" he said.
posted by silvia at 10:36 AM
1 Comments:
nice...
your story has some kind of affinity with noir. A melting between Cèlin and a crime story, i mean the ones with mafious boss and a lot of money.
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