Tonight's Pleasure

Six Months Later:

I had failed. The apprenticeship went amazing, but one stupid mistake and lost it. My parents don’t know, there is no way in hell I am telling them. I know what they will say, I know how they will react.

Going home isn’t an option. Living off my parents isn’t an option, so when I lost the apprenticeship, I found a way to make money. Just until I figure it out, until I get back into real dancing.

I look at the club and walk around the back. Stepping inside I relax slightly. Six months, it has been six months of working here. Hiding it from my family because if they found out, they would know I lost my apprenticeship. I can’t afford to deal with that.

I get ready, my usual routine as always.

My hips swing to the music as I dance around, never lingering too long at one table. I don’t like doing what the other dancers do. They linger, for far too long at the tables that are clearly high payers. I don’t want to look desperate and look like I am a gold digger. I get it, many of the women who dance here are wanting to get money, milk the men for as much as they can.

I however, prefer to dance, moving from table to table. So, no matter how much a man has, he feels welcomed. I move, dancing to the next table, the feel of skin against mine making me look behind me. His smile is wicked as his fingers tuck the money into my garter. I like this place, the masks that are mandatory make me feel better. Most dance, or strip clubs you can see who you’re dancing with. They can also see you. You can tell though, the clients in this place, don’t have a lot of money.

Some do, but the majority don’t, and usually those with the money don’t come back after the likes of May, Evie and Jessica cling to them and milk them for all they can. I don’t blame those guys for never returning.

With masks we don’t know anyone, the man I am dancing near tonight, could the a man I pass tomorrow and I wouldn’t even know. The women who linger tend to stop the men coming back as much. They go too far in their flirty dances, whereas if you dance just the right amount, it encourages them to come back again, quicker, to see more of you.

“Trix, I need you please.” I look over my shoulder to where my boss is. I begin dancing towards him. His finger beckoning me, I move towards him while dancing between the tables. It is better, it draws the men’s attention. It means when a waiter goes to their table and offers a refill they nod, not realising.

I stop in front of Andre.

“How do you feel about getting a bonus payment tonight?” That depends on what is needed.

“How? What do you mean by bonus payment?” I don’t do a lot, most of the women here jump at the chance for bonuses.

“I won’t lie, I have a potential client that is looking for a private dance, I need someone to impress.” I laugh, is that a joke?

“I don’t do private dances Andre, ever.” I don’t like it, I know a lot of the women here go past the dancing point to get extra money of the men, I won’t.

“I know, but this guy is high end. He has money Trix, enough to keep this place going. He has contacts to many businesses, we’re losing high rollers right now and need to find more.” I glance around, I’m still not sure.

“I will pay you double, for the whole night. Dancing out here and back there.” I laugh.

“Double?” Is he crazy? “Is this guy really that important that you’re going to pay me double?”

“Yes, please Trix, you know I wouldn’t ask but the other dancers are great, but nothing compared to you. You will make him want to come back. He already agrees to pay twice the amount as well.”

“I’m still not Andre, I don’t like dancing in private rooms.” It feels wrong.

“Please, you can leave straight after and still get paid for the rest of the night.” I laugh.

“Why has this guy got you bending over backwards?” He has, he never normally cares this much. If I refuse he grabs one of the others to dance.

“Let’s just say Trix, when he ordered a drink, it was the most expensive whiskey we have available, and he still said we could do better.” I stare at him, how expensive does this guy want his whiskey? If he is that wealthy, then I can’t refuse. If we get more clients, it means I keep my job. The way things have gone recently, clients are dropping and quick.

“Okay, but then I take my month off. Paid for!” I want to go home, see my family, I have avoided them too long.

“Done, room six.” I laugh, hell, he really wants this guy. He didn’t even argue. I nod walking through, what the hell did I just agree to? Am I damn crazy? I walk to the changing rooms, putting on a small outfit I walk to the room.

I am here because I refuse the help. My family would gladly throw money at me to survive, but I don’t want that! I have been free for years, and while I love my family, accepting their help feels wrong. I want to be independent. I want to dance, which is why I am so happy here. Sure it is a lie, they think I am on an apprenticeship, but its better that way.

You see, many women here are dancing for the cash. Purely for the cash. They get a set rate for the hours they work, then the extra cash men stuff into their underwear, garters and so on.

I however dance here because it makes me happy. It makes me smile and makes me want to have fun. I love dancing, I always have and this, this is just one of the steps I need to take in order to achieve what I want in love. I will own a place where I dance, but it will be my place.

Stepping in I close the door, I prepare myself for the man. Usually, the men in these rooms are married, sexist pigs, and hideous. They hide in these rooms because they are worried others will see them. Some, well some try to get sex, and while some women accept the extra cash for sex, I won’t ever.

Turning I stop, my eyes looking at him.

He is nothing like the usual guys that request private dances, nothing at all. I feel my smile grow as my eyes skim across his body. His muscles threatening to break out of his shirt, my eyes glancing to his face. Useless, his mask is covering most of his nose and eyes. I look at his tattoos, he reminds me of a biker, and a hot biker at that. Nothing like the normal sexist pigs. No ring either, or mark. So, he isn’t married? His blue eyes are perfect, but it’s the tattoos, the biker look that has me panting on the spot already.

“Damn.”

His chuckle quiet as he smiles, crap, why did I say that outloud?

“Sorry.” Why the hell is he in here and not out there? He is hot, not married, he doesn’t belong in this room.

“No sorry needed.” His finger beckons me forward, my body shaking at the raspy voice, too deep it almost melted my insides. I begin making my way to him, stopping just before him. His head tilting to the side as I do. “Mmm, now I bet your face matches that body.”

I laugh, he wishes.

“No doubt you crave to know just what my face looks like.” He nods, the music starting. “You never will. Rules unfortunately, we don’t remove our masks, and you don’t remove yours.” He watches as I begin to dance.

“Well, that is a shame. With a body like that, you shouldn’t ever hide behind a mask.” I continue dancing, most don’t talk, most try to grab and grope the woman, he is different. Yet, I can tell easily he is a biker, maybe it is because of my dad and everyone he knows I can tell?

“Why not? Every day in life we hide behind masks, it is life, something everyone does at some time or another.” We do, we live behind fake masks we put on to be what others expect. We hardly remove the masks, if less we are simply replacing it with another.

“I guess you are right there, we use masks to hide in life.” His voice is perfect as I dance, my hand stroking along my body as I feel his eyes on it. “Enough talking, I think. I should really give my full concentration to the perfection that is dancing before me.”

I laugh, perfection? Highly unlikely. “Oh, you are a charmer.” My words dripping with sarcasm. “So, why are you here? You’re not the typical guest we get in this club, or these rooms.” I don’t think he will be back, I’m not sure why, I just don’t think he will. I think this was one of those, spur of the moment, let’s try it things. Once he leaves he will never come back. He doesn’t seem like the type to come to these places.

“To pass time, I am stuck local for a few more hours. I figured why not?” I smile, my body grinding against his, a groan escaping his mouth. “I swear you women enjoy putting men through hell.” I laugh.

“Is my dancing really that bad?” I keep moving my hips, his hands staying away.

“Now, now, you know full well I didn’t mean that.” His voice is amazing, it is like he is telling me off. Rough and rugged for some reason I have the urge to hear him whisper nasty things in my ear while growling.

I smile as I continue dancing.

“Is it not worth the hell? I would have thought this was worth the hell it inflicted?” Maybe not, most of the guys who come here do so to get their weird kicks.

“Oh, it is worth every second of the hell. Just seems unfair you can touch me in any way you want, anywhere you want. While I have to keep my hands here, because one shout and those security guys will be in here in a flash.” He is right, the company says no touching, so the security are ready, yet many women allow it. Many women do it, they turn a blind eye and pretend they have no idea but the truth is, some of these women use this place as a way to get paid for sex.

“This place isn’t all that innocent, a lot of innocence was lost in this room. A lot happens behind the scenes.” I turn facing him, my breasts in his face as I dance. His eyes glancing to the tattoo, I smile slightly. It is perfect, and usually hidden well.

“So, was that you telling me that touching is allowed by others, or by yourself?” I don’t normally do private dances, the first one I did I walked out of. The man was awful, stunk of booze and fags. His fingers constantly trying to grip me. I refused, them all since, yet now? Call me a whore, but I like the idea.

“Only one way to find out, right?” I continue dancing, his hand stroking along my back. My body craving to move closer to him as I continue to grind against him. His hands grasp my hips a small cry escaping my mouth as he pushes me off him, his hands turning me to face him.

I watch as he pulls me onto his lap. His hands pushing my legs open wider as I kneel on him.

“Stay still.” I nod at his command, watching as his finger strokes from my neck down to my breasts. His hands pulling open the small shirt I wear. My body shaking and craving him, my hands grasping the chair behind his head to stop me from touching.

His hands move, pulling down the corset, my breasts springing free, his groan is quiet as his finger traces over the tattoo, need dominating his eyes as he looks at it. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as his mouth bites down on my nipple. A cry escaping my lips as I shake slightly. My body falling forward as his hand plunges into my underwear. My moans quiet as he cups my sex. My hips move and grind against his hand.

My body jumps, melting into him as his fingers push into my sex, rubbing perfectly on my g-spot as I continue to grind against him.

“Harder, and faster, make this worth it.” His mouth teases against my breasts as I feel myself give in, my body shaking as the fire burns through it, my head falling backwards. His hand moves, my eyes watching as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. “Such a delicate taste.” A moan escapes my mouth.

My hands move to unfasten his trousers, his hands stopping me.

“You should get something as well.” Hell that was amazing, my mind is now craving far more with this man. His head shakes.

“No need, the pleasure was all mine, and the music stopped a while ago, my time is up.” He stands and walks towards the door before stopping. “Hopefully I will see you again.” His hand drops money into the bowl. “The tattoo is perfect, it screams perfect.” I watch as he walks out. Sorting out my clothes I walk to the door, my eyes widening as I pick up the money. A laugh escapes my mouth, who the hell is that guy? There is at least two grand here?

I walk out and back to the changing rooms, getting dressed I leave and go straight home, throwing the money in the jar I fall back onto the bed.

I will go home tomorrow, early for a change. I don’t go often, a month, a full month without work and it is a good thing. What the hell had I just done? I should never have done that. I fall asleep, feeling the need build inside me, my night restless, playing seems to only push me to the edge. It is like I need him to be free.