THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE CONTRACTED STRIPPER

KHLOE POV

There was the intoxicating smell of cigarettes and scents of expensive perfumes, the ladies danced around with confidence as they obeyed the tone of the music represented by their bodies. I was dancing on the main stage with all eyes fixed on me, I knew every core of stripping and I danced according to the beat of the calm music surrounding my legs around the pole. My body was what one could call flexibility, as I danced around the pole passing seductive passes at the men staring at me, they threw dollars around my pole, some even ignored the other strippers around them and concentrated on me.

Life at the club wasn't all fun aside from the good money and tips. It wasn't all easy, you had to bear men's indulgences sometimes to avoid a query from one's supervisor. All eyes were still fixed on me as I danced and danced. When I was done, there was a round of applause for me, the club owner gave me a smile, I was given a signal which meant I had a private section with a client in the VVIP room. The VVIP room was for men with class and wealth. I quickly turned to use the restroom. While I was done, I glanced in the mirror, looked at myself as I thought of the kind of client that awaits me in VVIP. I got the courage and moved into the VVIP section, only to find a quacky old man in his 50s licking his lips showing off all his brown teeth. He was holding a couple of dollars in his hands in a bid to attract me.

I moved closer to him. I was uncomfortable with the way he looked at me, he stared at me like he wanted to eat me immediately. I swung my legs wide open around the pole for him. He felt like he was about to descend to heaven as he watched me do that. I danced around the pole then sat on top of him giving him a lap dance. He threw some dollars at me as I gave him a lap dance. I noticed he was hard like a rod. I ignored him, checked my wristwatch. I only had to spend 30 minutes on a VVIP client except he asked for another thirty minutes. As I danced and glared at my wristwatch, I knew it was time to wrap it off. I turned to face him, his face was already beaming with excitement. He began to touch me. He first touched my right boob. I ignored. He then touched the other, almost holding it. I declined immediately.

"You are not supposed to do that!" I said in defense.

"What if I pay you?" He asked as he raised the bundle of dollars which were in his lap before. He just sat there raising the cash, still trying to impress me.

"I'm only here to dance and that's it" I told him.

"That's okay. Just dance" he said. I moved to him thinking about how to dance quickly with the remaining time I had. As I continued the lap dance, he held on to my waist. I protested by removing his hands from mine. As I did, he hooked me by my neck, pushing me to the sofa, finding his way inside my panties.

I screamed for help. I struggled to reach the alarm button which was placed there in this kind of emergency. I pressed the button immediately after reaching it. I continued struggling with him, he was way too strong for me. I kicked him in his balls. He shouted heavily "you bitch!" he said, slapping me heavily.

Two hefty bouncers immediately entered the VVIP, taking him off me. I was already in tears. As they took him off me, he was panting and cussing me.

"You dirty whore!"

"You bitch. I will deal with you. Bitch" he cussed.

"Are you okay?" A voice which came around the door asked me. I nodded affirmatively that I was fine, it was my manager. As I arranged my torn bra and panties, he ordered some girls to pick up the cash on the floor. That was the only thing they cared for, just money.

"Take the rest of the night off" he said, handing me my pay for the night. I collected the cash snappily and headed into the bathroom. As I wiped the makeup off my face, tears rolled down my eyes, I felt miserable and frustrated about being treated that way. But this wasn't my first time. I have had several unimaginable encounters in the past. I was once pointed a gun one time by a British accented man who ordered me to suck his dick for money, or he pulled the trigger. Another time a client hit my head on the pole because I refused him to touch my breast.

The recent sexual abuses in the club made the club owner employ hefty bouncers to secure the club and, as thus, the alarm button was installed. I took off my stripping lingeries, put on a dark long sleeve shirt, closed my locker and headed home.

As I walked home, I reflected about how long I was going to work at the strip club. It was already 6 years, and I was still a stripper. I couldn't find any good, decent paying job around to meet the high cost of living. I was fidgeting due to the cold and couldn't wait to get home to have a long sleep. It was already a few minutes past 11 and there were no taxis to board around, and the train station was far from me. As I wished to reach home quickly, I needed a quick shortcut home. There was only one shortcut to my apartment, but it was always dark, it was closed to the shelter house for homeless people.

I reached  out for my phone in my bag, switched on the flashlight as I passed through the shortcut. I walked past a dilapidated building, and I was scared by a cat sound.

"Oh my God!" I shouted in shock as I watched the cat meowed and depart from me.

"Dammit, it's just a cat" I said, as I continued walking. The place was sirened, and I could see no one. I walked quickly, arriving at an abandoned mechanic's shop. I saw two guys smoking. They both looked at me, signaling to each other. I knew this was the time I had to run faster.

I knew I was in trouble, my house was just a few blocks from them. I turned facing another direction, they followed my every step, I noticed they were following my every move. I increased my walking step, and they also did. I ran faster and they did too. I ran panting in fear and I thought I had lost them. As I ran I didn't see the blockage in front of me, I fell in pain.

"There you are bitch!" One of the guys said, moving close to me.

"She's pretty" the other said, also moving close to me.

"Shit!" I said to myself. I knew I was going to get raped, I was scared to death. I panted for help. The only thing I could resort to was the pepper spray in my bag. As one was ripping off my clothes, I quickly reached for my bag, grabbed the can, sprayed it on both. They screamed in pain.

"Bitch!" one of them yelled in pain.

I quickly ran as fast as I could away from them. As I ran I was crying heavily, tears flew from my cheeks as I ran without stopping and looking back.