Warnings: Mentions of E.D, lime, mature language, mentions of marriage, underaged drinking, "cheating". Again an unedited chapter bc I've been studying today :P
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𝐀𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 the stage in her nude Louboutin heels undoing the zip on her red laced Marc jacobs dress. Allowing the dress to pool at her feet she seductively stepped out of it, Chuck's eyes weren't able to keep off of her... She was a beauty, she made him forget about his flirtations with any other woman. Her hand travelled down thigh padding circles with her thumb against her tights, capturing everyone's attention in the club.
Her hands moved to the air as she swayed along to the song "Stripper"
"Who is that girl?" Someone asked him. "I have no idea..." He smirked mesmerised sipping his champagne, "But she's absolutely stunning..." He smiled...
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨...
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Two days earlier...
"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 you couldn't get more hornier, you want your dad to invest in a strip joint." I spoke purse on my arm. "A burlesque club! A respectable place, where people can be transported to another time, where you can feel free to get loose. No judgement pure escape..." Chuck stated alluringly yet correcting me. "Oh sign me up." I mocked. "What happens in Victrola, stays in Victrola..." He smirked to me.
"Well it does have franchise potential. Chuck Bass, I believe the evenings with your underaged boozing and extreme womanising has paid off. Truly, I am proud." I giggled to him. "You're my second toughest critic, you do praise me Alexandra." Chuck smiled my name rolling off his tongue, I cleared my throat trying to brush it off. "Do you think the gracious Bart Bass will go for it?" I wondered.
"It's the exactly the kind of innovative thinking upon which the Bass empire was built. It's the perfect thing, I've been waiting for this." Chuck replied as I checked the time on my phone. "Oh my god! We're so late, you coming Chuck?" I asked him. "Sadly not, gotta pitch my idea to Bart. Victory party tomorrow." Chuck told me as I smiled.
