All Chapters of A Stripper's Nightmare: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Danielle's POVGod, I was beginning to hate this town! I mean, I've spent barely a month here, and I was already beginning to question all the decisions that brought me here.Winter was almost over now, the snowfall not as heavy as before. I began to dread the idea of coming out during the day, because of the constant odd looks I'd get from the locals. Somehow, they were instantly able to tell that I wasn't from around here, and it made me so self-conscious.I had already gotten yet another job, as a sales rep in a small supermarket. Again, the pay wasn't very good, but I took it to be better than nothing. I didn't really know who my employer was, as he was never around. I just saw a notice somewhere, asking for someone to come apply for a sales rep, and I did. I met an older lady there, who handed me a pile of record keeping books. I assumed she was the former sales rep, and she was quitting the job, handing over everything to me. This was by far, the easiest job I've ever gotten, s

Danielle's POV"Ow! You're hurting me." I complained, as Lady Misaki massaged my bruised face with a towel. That was one hell of a slap, earlier tonight."Quit being so dramatic. I'm helping." She shushed me, making me pout like a child.I continued to sulk in silence, as she went on with the massage on my face. After a few more minutes, she was done, and was heading towards her kitchen in a see-through nightgown.Diverting my attention to the interior decoration of her apartment, and I had to admit to myself how nice it was. It was obvious to me that Lady Misaki was wealthy, but I was still too curious about what she does for a living. Maybe I was also wary about that subject too, seeing as she just murdered two men before my eyes, some minutes ago.She came out of the kitchen, holding two cup of some nice scenting, steaming liquid in her hands. My eyes instantly zeroed in on the cup she was holding out to me, as I contemplated wether to accept it from her or not."It's herbal tea."

Brandon's POVI grabbed a bottle of beer, smashing it right onto the head of the drunk-ass man, who was charging at me from behind. These folks chose the wrong night to mess with me.Over the past few weeks, I had combed every nook and cranny in search of her. I had even gone back to Ohio, to keep an eye on her aunt, just in case I was being double-crossed.The man fell to ground, grunting out in pain. I looked up at the remaining men in the bar, and they all had calculative gazes on me, each one of them sizing me up. This part of the city was by far the worst place for me to be. Gosh! Do they always have to be so savage?"Don't even think about it!" I said to the bartender at the counter behind me, as I sensed him trying to make a move on me. He paused instantly."We don't want you in our fucking bar!" One of the men growled out, immediately followed by cries of agreement and protest from the others."You think I want to be in this fucking shithole? Sul Serio?" I asked, reaching for

Danielle's POVI couldn't believe I was actually doing this tonight. It's been over a week since Lady Misaki introduced me to her "business", and although she didn't force it on me, I had a feeling like she wasn't leaving me with much of a choice either. Besides, I really needed the money to survive on my own in this town.I looked up at myself in the dressing room mirror, frowning slightly at the flimsy, see-through attire I was putting on. One could literally see my naked body underneath the tight dress, if you come close enough. Moments like this made me question myself, and my decisions.I hurriedly put on my mask, concealing my face like the other strippers in this club. I took in a deep breath, as I turned towards the door.Why was I feeling like this? Why was I feeling so bad about doing anything I can to survive? Why does he still haunt my mind? Why do I still keep hearing Brandon roaring and telling me that I belong to only him? I shouldn't have to feel bad, right?"Champagne

Danielle's POV"Yes!" The older man chuckled in excitement, as I flung my bra at him.He caught it, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing it like a freaking hound. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with lust, as he eyed my body hungrily. He was my first client tonight, and was fast becoming a regular.I wasn't too keen on performing for him and letting him ogle my body, but then again, that's what strippers do. At this point, it didn't matter what I liked.I hoisted myself up an the pole, grinding against it to the rhythm of the background music. I could see the man grab the handle of his seat, before he suddenly stood up."You should sit down, Mr..." I said, arching an eyebrow at him."The name's Wellington." He smirked, taking a deep Inhale of his cigarette."Well, Mr. Wellington...the show is better enjoyed on your seat." I said, sounding a little more stern, as he took a step forward.The rules clearly stated that clients aren't supposed to touch the strippers, unless they had