Rolling my eyes, I turn to see an extremely handsome man with short, styled, black hair staring back at me. His eyes are so dark brown that it appears that they are black. Even though I usually don’t like men with a beard and mustache, he looks so hot with it, that I would melt in his hands if he touched me.
This man oozes sex from every pore of his body. So much so, that when he accidently brushes my cheek with his hand, goosebumps instantly form on my arms. When I continue to stare at him, I notice that he glances down at my dress and just stares. Realizing why, I try to fold my arms across my chest, but he is standing so close, I can’t move without touching him.
Admittedly, the reason why he is staring at my chest and licking his lips, is because my nipples are so hard that they are poking through the thin fabric of my dress. That I can’t help right now, because he has this strange effect on me and if he keeps standing there, I may do an audition right here for him. I must assume that this man Mr. Knight is the night club owner, and he would be my boss if I became an employee here.
Finally, mustering up enough courage, I turn around and ask him, “Are you the owner of the club?” As I say it, I feel his arm slink around my waist, and he leans in even closer towards my face.
Feeling his breath across my face, I fight the urge to pucker my lips. I want him so badly right now and I don’t even know his first name. Shame on me once, shame on me twice, if I keep thinking these thoughts, I am going to end up in his bed tonight if I play my cards right. “Dani, shame on yourself!” I think to myself and wonder what has possessed me as of now.
Amanda stares at me and then winks when she says, “I will have a water please. I am preggers.” The minute she says it, I bust up laughing.
“Preggers?” I keep laughing and ask, before the tall man next to me answers my question.
“Well then, a water for you. As to your question. Yes, I am. I bought this place last year and have turned it completely around. It used to be an abandoned warehouse that the druggies all lived in, but now it is flourishing. May I ask why you are inquiring?” He smirks at me and then lays his hand on my inner thigh, as he stands directly between us.
Amanda keeps an eye on me, but off and on her eyes wander to his trim but muscular body and the way his hand is creeping up my inner thigh. She clears her throat as my blood pressure rises and I hear her state the obvious. “Sir, you seem interested in my friend here, but we aren’t here to pick up men. Instead, she is here to ask for a job.” She starts to look uncomfortable when he turns to her and smirks as he leans closer to her face this time.
“Oh. Alright. Sorry, I thought for sure the two of you were either high priced call girls or from the club down the street to check out the competition.” He sighs and then returns his attention to me before he continues, “This will be my pleasure then, because I just happen to need a new stripper and from what I see, you have what I need.” I watch as he licks his lips again like a wolf hungry for his prey.
He seems to be sizing me up for a meal and I am afraid what that entails. Especially, when he says, I need an audition first though. Would you please come to my office with me?”
Looking frantically over to Amanda, I wait for her O.K. When she smiles at me and nods, I realize that I guess I am going to do this anyway. Even if I was just planning on scoping out the place and doubted that I could even do it. Honestly, I am scared shitless, and now he is just making it worse when he stares at me like he is already mentally undressing me right here.
His green suit jacket fits him oh so well, and every time he moves an inch or two, I find myself following every move. His pants are skintight, and his muscular ass fills them out very well. As I think this all to myself, I don’t even realize that he leads me to the back, until I hear the door close behind me.
When it dawns on me where I am, I feel my face flush and I begin to wonder to myself, “Now what the hell am I supposed to do?” So, when he turns on the music and dims the lights, I am thankful to him and wait for his instructions. He faces me and sits on a chair in the corner, before demanding, “Baby, show me what you can do. I want to see lust in those eyes and all that hot body before you end your strip tease. Here we don’t hold anything back. It’s all or nothing.” After he says it, he leans back and waits for me to start.
Not having a clue what to do, I close my eyes and listen to the music. I can hear his heavy breathing when I raise my hands and caress my breasts first, before cupping them. Slowly moving to the music, I sway back and forth until I feel it in my soul. Then I let my fingers do the walking and find my nipples.
They are so hard and puckered, that I feel them stiff through the fabric. As I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger, I softly moan breathlessly, till I feel the warmth spread between my legs. All this excites me, but I must know if it is even affecting him at all, so I open my eyes and watch his breathing catch for just a second when he realizes I am watching him touch himself.
Realizing that I have achieved my goal without even taking off one piece of clothing, I slowly start to do my strip tease, then suddenly, he cries out and says, “Stop!”
Was I that horrible that he can’t stand to see more? I guess I am simply not cut out for all this after all if he won’t even let me take off one piece of clothing. “Enough!” He says in a gruff tone and seems to be taking something out on me that is out of my control.
Shocked, I stand there and then it hits me all at once. A tear forms in the corner of my eye and then it builds till it flows down my cheek. Not being able to bear the humiliation of him seeing me cry, I rush out the door to where Amanda is still sitting.
She looks at me quickly and then asks, “What the hell happened in there? Did he rape you or try something he shouldn’t have?” Right away, I say quietly, “No, no. Nothing like that. I guess I am not cut out for this line of work. Oh well.” I state while shrugging and wiping my tears from my cheeks.
Before I get a chance to tell her more, a hand grasps my shoulder and swings me around. “You forgot your purse and there is something else I would prefer to talk to you in private about. Would you please follow me back to my office?” Not wanting to pursue this any further, I shake my head, but he doesn’t listen.
Instead, he grabs ahold of my hand and leads me back to where we just were before he shuts the door behind him. Now, I feel like this room is so much smaller than a few minutes earlier, because when he closes in on me, he backs me up against the wall. Leaning his face to within an inch of mine, I feel his breath on me again and it is nerve wracking.
A few seconds pass of staying completely still like this and then he sighs and leans in the rest of the way before claiming my lips with his. They feel hot and so demanding when he forces his tongue in between my pierced lips, that I can’t help but to let him go further. His hands creep down my sides as his lips move down to my chin and then neck. However, when he cups my breast in his hand, I make a little squeak involuntarily and he stops and then starts to laugh.
Cocking his head, he states softly, “My you are a funny little bird, aren’t you?”
Right then and there, I realize that the moment has been interrupted and it is all over for me. He isn’t about to give me the job, he just wanted to fuck me. “Wonderful.” I murmur to myself under my breath, but somehow, he hears me.
“Wonderful? Honey, I haven’t done anything yet. But this will have to wait for another night, because I just remembered I must do something in a few minutes. In the meantime, tell Mikey up front that we have our new stripper, and he will have one of the girls show you the ropes. Got it?”
Puzzled by what he just said, it doesn’t hit me immediately that I got the job. That is until I walk back out to Amanda who looks thoroughly shocked, when she sees my dress and hair all messed up, combined with my smeared lipstick. “Oh my, what she must think of me.” I think to myself and then she just looks at me.
“He is so fucking hot! Please, don’t tell me that you just gave him a quickie. That kind of man needs to fuck you all night long.” Appalled by what she just said, I roll my eyes and say, “I got the job.”
“Wow, sugar you look as sweet as candy. Hey, that’s what your stage name will be, Candy Cane. Every time you walk out onto that stage, I want you sucking on one. You will lick it until all the men are so hard that they practically want to jump you the minute you step foot out there.” Mr. Knight says while the rock-hard erection in his pants salutes me.It’s hard to not look down and stare at it, but I take one quick glance before I hear Trinity walk in and then Mr. Knight rushes out of the room. Trinity is a tall bleach blonde in her thirties, with long legs and short hair. Her boobs are so perky that I want to punch her, because mine have never been that way. I mean honestly, they must be fake for sure. I’m hardly anything to look at compared to her, with my long chestnut hair and my brown eyes. Matter of fact, I look like every other girl out there. That’s why I find it hard to believe that men find me attractive. They never seem to notice me any other time unless I reall
Not knowing what to think, I find myself too busy worrying about having to walk out onto the stage and strip for a whole mess of perverts. So, as soon as the music starts, and I hear the rhythm and blues of Aretha Franklin, I strut my stuff out and start to do my thing without even thinking about it. It’s scary, but this comes so easy to me.While hearing “Today I Sing The Blues” In the background, I swing my body around the cold steel pole and straddle it. Then I grind my core against the slick metal up and down, till the man directly to the right of me cries out, “Oh, God baby. Let’s see it all. Please take it off.” By now, I feel numb enough to everything, that I stop thinking and just go on instinct.Rewarding the man with the jean jacket on and red hair for his attention, I slip down onto my knees and slide across the floor on my hands painstakingly slow. As I inch towards him, the other men start to yell, “Oh fuck no. Your mine and I have more money, baby.” While fanning
Hearing my phone in the next room, I briefly remember stumbling in last night after one of the worst nights of my life. Not only did Trinity prevail, but I was booted off the stage by Mr. Knight and now he feels bad for me. That isn’t something I ever wanted him to do. Matter of fact, it is the last thing he should be feeling for me after his lips almost touched mine.If Macy and Trinity hadn’t been there, God knows what might have happened. I could have ended up on my knees with his dick in my mouth. Or even bent over the couch in his office, waiting for him to fill me completely and take my virginity. Possibly, he could have even knocked all his things off his desk with one swipe of his arm. Like they do in all those seedy romance novels I used to read as a teenager.Will I become what I am afraid of? Or somehow will I manage to keep my morals? It is too early to tell. Judging by last night though, it makes me wonder if I was a good girl in the beginning. Or if I was a wo
It is noon by the time I get to the strip club, as I walk right in to find Mr. Knight and thank him personally. After all, I can only assume he did it because he is the only one that knew of my predicament. When he overheard me talking about it, he seemed so genuinely sad that I hadn’t come to him and asked for his help.“Hey, sugar what are you doing here?” Mr. Knight yells across the room, before I can see where he is.I turn towards his voice, to see him sitting at a table in the back of the club. He gestures for me to come closer and then I see her. A tall, tanned blonde girl in her early twenties, she is sitting right next to him and has a smirk on her face as I approach the table. Of course, not being able to see her hands might be part of it. My mind goes straight to the gutter and the first thing I think of is that she is stroking his ego if you get my drift. I laugh to myself and think, “Wow, she is a real winner.” She even has that orangish tint to her hair that you
It’s five minutes past six. I find that I am awaiting his arrival with a sense of anticipation that I haven’t felt since I was a small child. I don’t understand it, but this man makes me feel so alive every time I am near him. Especially when he touches me in ways that normally only a lover would. I’m sure he doesn’t realize it, but because he is in the business of dealing in naked women, he is used to touching them all over and not even giving a second thought to how the women feel about it. Remembering the first night the girls were showing me around, I watched him walk up to me and then he slipped his hand under my shirt and cupped my breasts, before he asked, “Size C?” Normally that kind of thing is reserved for a lover, not your boss.Of course, now I understand why he did it. Because the next time I saw him, he said, “By the way, your outfit is in back.” As it turns out, he was just measuring me up for the costume he wanted me to wear on stage the next night.However, th
“Do you like?” He asks while cocking his head and raising an eyebrow. Glancing around the room, I note the various senators and congressman who are sitting at a long table to my right as we enter the room and then someone who looks strongly like an actress, I have seen in quite a few movies off to my left at a secluded table towards the back. She is dressed in a lengthy pearl colored dress that fits like a second skin and almost shows all of it too. Her plunging neckline shows more than a hint of cleavage as she bends forward to take a bite of her lobster.I certainly have never been in such a fancy place as this one, and I am sure glad that I didn’t decide to wear something less classy. Because honestly, I would have stuck out like a sore thumb in a mini skirt and a halter top. I turn to Mr. Knight and smile before we are led to our table by a man in a nicely tailored grey suit and sapphire blue tie. His hair is cut short, but you can still see hints of grey at the roots. When
Teasing me throughout all of dinner, he finally says right before we leave, “Dani, I would be lying if I told you that I don’t want you right now. But Trinity would have me by the balls if I take you home tonight and she finds out. She is very possessive and right now she is my best dancer. I can’t afford to be making her mad. Do you understand?” His voice catches in his throat and then he swallows hard.I nod, and then he takes my hand. Leading me to the car, I follow him and the minute we reach it, he stops and turns to stare at me with a hunger in eyes that scares me. “I may not be able to take you home with me, but I may have a taste of you in the meantime.” He says in a husky voice before he moves towards me. Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he shoves me up against the car and then devours my mouth. His breath is heavy and fast as he kisses me so hard, I could swear I will have bruises tomorrow. Holding me still, I stare into his eyes and then find myself returning t
“Dani, I haven’t heard from you in two days. Are you alright?” Mom asks when I don’t say anything immediately.Somehow, she always knows there is something wrong, always. It’s almost as if she has a sixth sense for it. “Mom, I don’t know what to do.” I say softly, because no matter what I do, it doesn’t seem to work out.Walking over to the window, I scan the parking lot before going on. “I had sex with my boss last night. But what is worse is the fact that he has a girlfriend.” As I say it, I sigh and turn around to face her.“Oh, honey.” She says it with concern in her voice as she looks at me with such sadness in her eyes.Walking over to the bedside, I look down at her and then the tears cascade down my cheeks. Not knowing what to do, I sit on the edge of the bed and let her hold me for what seems like an hour. Finally, when I start to feel a little better, I look up into her knowing eyes.“I would quit, but I owe him for all your hospital bills. I’m afraid that if he want
“Did you find a piece of paper that may have fallen out of my jacket pocket?” He asks hesitantly before climbing back onto the bed and running his fingers up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Glancing up at him, I swallow hard before answering flatly, “Yes. I threw it away because I called her and found out it was some chick you used to dick. I made sure she knew that you were married. Honestly, I shouldn’t have had to be the one to say this to her. You should have.” Sighing, he looks away into the corner of the room before he replies in a whisper, “I have always thought that there was something else she wasn’t telling me. When I found out she was pregnant, I needed to know. However, I will never completely know the truth now because I can’t contact her without that number.” Angrily, he looks down at me and then asks while sounding disgusted, “Why didn’t you just wake me up and ask me? Don’t you trust me? I mean, so many men touch you on that stage. The way you acted la
Waking up in Brandon’s arms, I find myself wondering how I am going to balance between being Mrs. Knight and yet still stay true to myself. After all, I have found out that my needs have changed, and I often wonder if I am not becoming a completely different person because of this stripping experience. Could it be that it has changed me beyond what I initially thought it had?While I lay here, I listen to Brandon’s soft snores before I climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. On the way, I glance at the mirror and am shocked at my appearance as I scamper past in hopes of making it to the bathroom in time. I must have drunk so much last night that I didn’t remember the rest of the night. Either way I look like hell and admittedly have even lost some weight over the last several weeks.As I rush to the bathroom, I stare at a small piece of paper poking out of his jacket and it makes me curious. So, after I finish my business and wash my hands, I tip toe back out and look over to wh
After watching the first girl go on while sitting next to Macy, I decide to find Brandon and ask something that has been bugging me. Remembering back to when I found a box in the back of the closet with another woman’s name on it, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if there was another woman in his life? After all, why would he keep a box hidden in the closet? I can’t let it go or it will eat me up inside. Especially, after the display tonight.Walking up to the office, I hear him on the phone, so I quietly open the door and enter before shutting it behind me. Looking up from his desk, he fakes a smile as he begins to yell at someone on the other end, “How dare you? I paid for that. How can you just not deliver something I have already purchased and paid for?”I can already see the upset look on his face as he squints and then runs his fingers over his furrowed brow. Saying one more thing before he slams the phone down, “Just get it here, now!” He glances up at me and state
After what seems like hours, Macy finally spills the whole thing. “So, you met him here two weeks ago?” I ask excitedly to find out about her mystery man. “Well no. I met him here a couple months back when he handed me a couple hundred-dollar bills and asked to fuck me out in his car. I quickly turned him down and said that it is not how things work around here. Afterwards, he kept coming around every night and watching me like I was his prey. It was creepy, but I enjoyed his generous tips. Three weeks ago, he stopped coming around completely. I had briefly wondered what had happened to him, but when he pulled up next to me while I was walking home from work about two weeks ago and offered to give me a ride home, I finally accepted. After all, it was downpouring. That night, I asked him in for coffee and then one thing led to another, and we fucked. Well, I may or may have not forgotten to wear a condom.” She says with a guilty smirk on her lips and then runs her fingers o
“Dinner tasted so good. Thank you, sugar.” He says sweetly after we clean up the table.“Thank you. I think the goulash tasted especially tasty tonight.” I remark as I glance over at him and wonder if he really meant what he said earlier.Knowing that this is something to not be taken lightly, I tread carefully as I ask, “Did Macy say how far along she is?” While secretly wondering if there was something she didn’t tell me.Shaking his head, he replies hesitantly as he puts the remaining contents of our meal in the fridge, “No, why?”Running my fingers over the dark wood of the top of the chair, I state, “Oh, nothing. I just wondered how long we would have to wait to find out the sex of the baby.”Shrugging his shoulders, he states, “Well, lets go find out. I left my phone up in the bedroom. Shall we?” before gesturing for me to go ahead of him.Turning to him, I slide my hands up the length of his chest as I wait for him to lean down and kiss me on the lips. Gazing down at me
When I finally wake up after such a long nap, I realize that it must be dinner time because my stomach is growling so loudly that it wakes up Brandon. “Woah there.” He jokes as he sits up and rubs the back of his neck gingerly.“I feel like I could sleep for several more hours, but I am famished.” He adds before smiling like a Cheshire Cat and looking me up and down.Now I don’t know if he meant that he wants food or more of me. Unsure, I ask hesitantly, “What exactly are you hungry for?” as I wink at him.Cocking his head, he seems to think about it for a moment until he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “You of course, but my stomach begs to differ.”Giggling as he runs his fingers softly across my inner thigh, I move quickly towards the robe that is hanging on the closet door. As I climb off the bed, he firmly grasps my wrist before he pulls me to him and kisses me hungrily. Eventually, he lets go after a minute so I can make dinner.Watching as I pull the white, plush rob
After bringing me inside, he ascends the staircase to take me to the bedroom. On the way, I wrap my fingers around his neck and begin to plant soft kisses on his jawline while matching every step he takes. He has such a serious look on his face that I can only imagine what he is really thinking at this moment. When we get to the bedroom door, he kicks it open before he carries me into the room and then throws me down on the bed with such force that I nearly bounce off the side. “Whoops.” He says quickly as I recover my balance and sit up on the edge of the bed.Watching him move as quickly as possible like a thief in the night, he hurries to unbutton his white dress shirt and unzip his black pants as he stumbles around and nearly trips over his own feet. Laughing, I wait until he is done before asking sarcastically, “Did you enjoy yourself? I know I did.” As soon as I say it, he cocks his head as he gives me a dirty look before pulling his boxers off and exposing his substantia
A few minutes later, as Brandon turns me around to kiss me, I feel his phone buzzing in his dress pants pocket. “Perfect timing.” I state under my breath as he pulls it out and looks to see who it is.Showing me, he asks curiously, “Why is Macy calling me?”Shrugging my shoulders, I watch as he answers the call and then hear her talk when he turns the speaker on. “Brandon, is Dani alright? She hasn’t been answering any of her calls from me and I am worried right now. I need to talk to her.” She says quite frantically while the tone of her voice rises higher and higher.“Macy, she is right here. Hold on. Alright?” He states flatly with a hint of sarcasm, as he rolls his eyes at me.Not knowing what is wrong, I clear my throat before stating sadly, “Macy we are at my mom’s funeral. What can be so wrong?”“Oh, damn. I have the perfect timing, don’t I? I guess this can wait until later then.” She says as I hear the disappointment in her voice.“No, just tell me. We are standing
On the day of my mom’s funeral, I stare out at the rain while the water slides down the windowpane constantly like a river that is never ending. Standing behind me, Brandon has his fingers laced with mine as his arms hug me tightly and he lays butterfly kisses down the back of my neck softly. I close my eyes for a split second to try and stop the tears from flowing because I know damn well that if I don’t, my mascara will run. It is bad enough that it is time, but when I found out two days ago that I am completely barren, my whole world was turned upside down. Apparently, as the good doctor said it, “Your female productive organs are almost nonexistent.” is the nice way of putting that I am so messed up inside a baby could never be conceived.From what I understand, the reason why my period disappeared is the fact that I have no eggs to reproduce with. “Sugar, we must go. This is something we should not be late for.” Brandon states softly in a saddened tone of voice as he releas