Chapter 5: Private Event

Pearl POV

In the middle of my routine, I noticed a woman with short red hair coming from the bar towards my stage. At least tonight the woman was interested in my performance instead of hiding at the bar all night. She made her way through the crowd of men as I slid down the pole in the splits. Eventually, she made her way to the edge of the stage and our eyes met. She was beautiful, with red curls that hung at her chin and piercing green eyes that could command anyone. She began throwing bills my way and as I glanced down, I realized they were hundreds. This chick had a whole stack of them! How loaded was she? Well, I always give special treatment to my biggest tippers, and I was going to enjoy this one a lot. I stepped away from the pole, strutting my way towards her, my shoes pounding against the floor. I got down and started twerking right in her face. After a few seconds of nothing happening, I turned to her and she was red in the face.

“Go ahead,” I prompted and a few seconds later the money was in between my cheeks. I stood up, put the money in my bra and continued to dance on the pole. To my disappointment, she went back to the bar. However, a few minutes later she scurried to the bathroom. At least one girl is getting off to me tonight. And who knows, maybe I’ll get off to her pretty face later.

By the end of the night, I have over ten thousand dollars, most of it being from that one chick that came up to me. I smiled as I flicked through the bills backstage. Eventually, my shift was over and I began to head to the dressing room. I hid along the back wall to avoid getting asked for private events, but like usual, someone found me. But when I turned around, it wasn’t some creepy guy like normal. Instead, it was the woman from before. She was standing in front of me, purse in hand, red in the face, and looking anywhere but at me. I had taken off my platform heels for the night, and even though her pointy-toed heels were sticking out of her back, she was still taller than me.

“Uh…hi, Pearl,” she greeted nervously before letting out a hiccup. She slapped her hand over her mouth as I let out a giggle.

“Hi,” I greet back, beaming. I had no idea what she wanted, but anything to be in a conversation with her was worth it. “What can I do for you?” She bit her lipstick painted lip nervously as I patiently waited. There was silence between us as the music blared for the other girls behind me and the different coloured lights bounced around the club.

“I was wondering,” hiccup, “if you’d,” hiccup, “do a private event for me?” Of course, another private event asks. I was slightly disappointed but I’m a stripper, it’s part of the gig. “I’ll pay whatever you ask.” I knew she’d say that. Everyone that’s asked me was willing to blow their weekly paycheck on me, but after the tip tonight, I knew she was fucking loaded. Despite her being hot, I kept my answer the same just as I did for everyone else.

“I’m sorry I don’t do private events,” I reply with a sad smile. She was really pretty, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know anything about her. The woman looked down tapping her feet against the glitter-covered floor.

“Okay,” she eventually said. “I’m sorry I bothered you.” This woman was full of surprises. Everyone who asked me for an event always begged and pleaded, but she was the first to actually take no for an answer. That’s when she turned and left with the guy she came with. I wish she had stayed. I wish I had said more. But I didn’t and now it was my turn to head home. I walked into the dressing room. This time no one greeted me, instead, they were all huddled around one girl’s locker whispering. I didn’t pay them any mind and started taking off my stage makeup. Then I started to hear my name being mentioned over and over again.

“I can’t believe Pearl didn’t recognize her!” whispered one girl as I began to eavesdrop on the conversation. I wondered if they even knew I was in the room.

“I mean Pearl might be just trying to play it cool.”

“That’s fair, but she’s from the wealthiest family in the state!” Were they talking about that woman from earlier?

“Her father is fucking loaded and she’s even making her own money ever since she inherited the Frost Empire.” Still side-eyeing them, I grabbed my phone and began to search up Frost Empire. The first picture was a picture of the building on the fourth I passed by every day to work. The second picture was of the woman I met tonight and what I could only guess was her father. I continued to scroll. This woman was practically famous. Daughter of one of the largest investment companies in the nation, graduating early out of college and inheriting the company at the age of twenty! This woman was intense! Every article I skimmed through described her as cold and uncaring, but that wasn’t the woman I met tonight. Then again, the woman I met tonight was very drunk. But the other girls were right, her family was absolutely rich with a net worth of seventy-five billion.

I eventually turned off my phone and continued getting ready to go home. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my head. There was something about her. She treated me with some type of respect that rarely anyone had for me. Her gorgeous green eyes were the last thing I thought about as I drifted off to sleep that night