All Chapters of The Billionaire Artist's Contract Stripper: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

CAMILA ~^~ The music trailed off as I gripped the pole once more. Feeling the heat of the moment, I pumped myself up and swirled around the pole for the fifth time. My head came downward and I roamed my fingers from my chest to my knees. I was feeling the moments. They could all feel the moment, and I was satisfied with the feeling I gave them. This was my life, I was a pole dancer at the Please and Pleasure Night club. I pleased men with my body in exchange for cheers and money. But Nick being my boyfriend and my boss, things weren't going well for me. My feet came down again and I let myself lay flat on the floor. My eyes fluttered as they roamed around the hungry crowds who couldn’t stop cheering and throwing money at me. Yes. I needed it. The money was why I was here and it was what excited me to move more. I had been in this position many times to know what they desired. It was almost like seeing through their souls. These miserable hungry souls. Silly men with hungry w

CAMILA ^*^ I stood nervously across the table. I couldn’t tell the next move from him and the silence was eating me up. My eyes occasionally looked between the man on the chair and my boyfriend, Nick, who was standing nervously close to the table. I subconsciously dragged the hem of my dress down to somehow cover the fully exposed part of my lower body but as I did, the thin material covering my boobs dragged down with it. Nick cleared his voice a few seconds after, dragging every word with anxiety. “So, you asked for her. I apologize for the stupidity she caused some minutes back. So, here she is King, a full package.” His hands flew around as they pointed at me. I gulped. My attention focused on the man sitting gracefully on the chair opposite me. His gaze was stiff on the piece of paper he was scribbling on. Seeing how quiet the room was, Nick spoke again. This time, with a little bit of laughter to brighten up the atmosphere. “Come on King, I have girls downstairs with le

CAMILA ^*^ A hand shot out to grab my upper arm from the right side, and I gasped, as a cold metal suddenly touched my neck. I gulped, and my eyes shot, shaking, towards the bodyguard with the tattoo-deck neck. His dark eyes were fixed on me with pure murder, "Who are you?" I parted my lips, furrowing my eyebrows slightly, "Huh?" I didn't know how to identify myself. A cold, smooth, and absolute voice shot some feet before me. "She's with me, Pietro." King's order echoed calmly, "Let her in," The bodyguard called -apparently- Pietro, directly let go of me and nodded respectfully, yet still with a rude look. "Aye, get in." Hey, who stuffed your ass with a hum bag earlier dude? I turned and stepped behind my new employer, who had already marched through the corridor leading towards the entry of his… ehem… mansion. Feeling my presence behind him, his majesty spared me a look. Fast, indifferent, and with a lack of interest. "Coming?" He murmured, archi