Chapter 2

CRYSTAL POV

OKAY!

Maybe I was too quick to judge. But bear with me because I was so used to the bare minimum that I had a hard time believing what was actually happening.

Today wasn’t the usual, and it was clear that the universe had smiled down at me and the girls because right in front of us, seated on the red velvet booths, were three finest species who had to be nothing but the gift of women sent to earth by the Messiah Himself, wrapped in the finest of the finest heavenly wraps. The three of them didn’t seem to be any day older than 35, and their heady imposing demeanor caused a sheer tremor to run down my spine straight to my toes, causing them to curl in my 12-inch stripper heels.

It was their mere posture that forced something inside of me to stir, to drop onto my knees and utterly surrender to all their commands. Their aura was painfully domineering and despite my brief efforts, I couldn't bring myself to look them straight into their eyes. As soon as we stepped into their alcove, their whole composure changed. It was as if a flip had gone off and one minute, they were just a couple of fine friends having fun on a Saturday night with the companionship of paragon mega pints of wines while waiting to be attended; next, they were the gods of lusting awaiting to devour on the lustrous minds of the poor mortals.

"Today is our lucky day," Barbie whispered softly as she quickly whooshed passed me, and I couldn't agree more.

Before I could let my mind wander any further and fall deeper under their spells, I took calming breaths and made sure I was calm enough to deliver the service that was highly expected of me. I couldn't afford to make any mistake, and I sure as hell couldn't afford to fuck these ones up.

With that thought in mind, I mounted the small raised deck with a gold iron rod protruding right in the center of it, making sure to add an exaggerated extra sway of my hips in my calculated moves. For some reason, I knew that today, I had to go all out, since the main goal was their utter satisfaction. 

Carefully and very calculatingly, I clasped the rod with my two hands, and let my hands get used to the feel of it before twirling around slightly. The rod felt cold against my hot, sweaty hands, enlighting my senses and putting them on hype. The coldness served as the much-needed buzz of a reminder of why I was doing this, and many more reasons why I had to deliver everything just the way it was anticipated.

Slowly, I closed my eyes and emptied my mind of any distractions, more especially, their painfully distracting, penetrating gazes that seemed to be boring holes in our bodies, tearing down the walls and staring straight into our souls. I don’t know about my comrades, but whatever was laced in their stares caused my skin to be sweaty all over.  

My surroundings became all I could think about. Dimmed, red lights, the music thrumming loud in the bass speakers, the cold pole that was clasped tightly in my hands, and the heavily intoxicating stench of finest liquor... It all dawned on me like a heavy blanket, covering me whole until all I could feel, was them. 

I let the music carry me, and slowly rode the waves with my heart beating along with the rhythm. The beat of the song thrummed rapidly inside of me, channeling the rampage of unknown power to course through me immensely. Everything else seemed to be forgotten, and the only thing that was reigning inside of me was one thing.

Desire to submit and be of service.

I have no idea what all that came from, maybe it was the heady impending thirst that seemed to be suspended in the air or the sensual atmosphere that was suddenly reigning all over. Maybe it was their daggering stares that seemed to undress us despite the very fact that we were dressed in nothing but lingerie. But whatever it was, whatever caused all it... there was no willpower inside of me that could ever stand up against it.

My body flexed as my feet gave out, the pole carried me, and slowly, I descended into thin air with nothing but the pole holding me to the solid ground. I snaked up around it and coiled my body until my legs were up in the air, and my head hanging from my shoulders. The atmosphere quickly transitioned from a casual chill-out to a heavy intoxicating cradle of lust, fueling me even further. I allowed my body to become one with the pole, and slowly, the world seemed to fade into nothing.

Minutes ticked by, and my body mated with the pole at the sound of the music. It was highly sensual, it was intoxicating. And I fuckin' loved it. I danced like it was my last day. I knew it deep down that I fuckin' gave it my all. Even though I was literally humping and sexing the pole, I made sure to go all out, and my body seemed to be right in alliance with my mind. 

By the time the song came to an end, my chest was rising and falling rapidly, fighting to make up for the lack of oxygen after what had seemed to be the world's heaviest exercise. The song that played next was a slow one, notes ticking softly and the bass responding accordingly, commanding my body to hit the brakes. The melody created by the rhythmic chords and strums of the guitar, and the expert taps of the keyboard all had me snaking down the pole slowly.  I dropped to my knees, facing the three gentlemen who were sprawled lazily, yet gracefully on the seats. 

My breath hitched upon realizing how everything has changed while I was lost in my limbo. Sunshine and Barbie were busy, trapped in a world of their own while wreathing on the laps of the other two guys and giving them all they wanted, and making their dreams come true. 

   From their positions, just by the way they had branched themselves, choosing their own master to serve; my fate was pretty sealed. I tried to expel the heinous thoughts that tried to infest my mind, the panic that tore through me at the realization that only the gentleman was left, patiently awaiting my service. The way he was watching, enduringly following my every move and making sure that I felt it that his eyes were on me, it made me giddy as fuck. 

I tried to fall back into the beautiful limbo where it was just me, music, and the pole. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off his burning gaze that burned holes into me, scorching the silky skin off my body and making me burn intensely.

I don’t know what it is about him that was so domineering, so imperious that it made me wish I was rather serving the big ol' guys instead of him, something so lordly and imposing that made me feel like but a mere servant. I wanted to run, but I knew I couldn't. I had to do it, I had to serve him.

For the first time, the dim lights that served as a protective layer against predators didn’t feel so protective anymore. They only caused the mood to hit the roof.

"Kneel." Just one word, one simple word that was carried by the sound of the music, but still sounded like harsh claps of thunder forced me straight to my knees. Placed right in front of his parted knees. Against my better judgment, my hands rested on his clothed thighs, sending a spark of electric shock down my system as his own heat collided with mine. 

Focusing seemed to be the hardest thing to do. Not while he was staring at me like I was prey dancing in the palm of his hand.

I talked sense to myself and willed my enchanted self to snap out of a trance. It appeared to work, for a split second, I saw the exit out of the enclosure of my own thoughts. It was here, just within reach. Like a trained seductress, I rose to my feet and expertly turned before shoving my ass into his face and once again allowing the music to carry me, slowly escaping the trance.

“Take them off.”  A rich voice called from behind me, freezing me to a complete stop and undoing the little escapade of freedom I had found. The three words echoed in the hollow of my mind, creating one drumming sound until all I could hear was nothing but the command.

He didn’t specify, I didn't even know how came to know what he meant. However, I knew it. And I fuckin obeyed. Slowly with trembling hands and body, I unstrapped my 12-inch heels, before discarding them on the floor. I turned to face him, then stood there dumbfounded like a deer in highlight, subconsciously waiting for his command.

It wasn’t me.

This wasn’t Amethyst the stripper. This wasn't the usual strip dance or whatever it is I did to secure the bag.

This was Crystal dancing right beneath the surface of my fool-proof façade and waiting to be dominated.

This...was different.