Dirty Little Secret

Chapter One- Dirty Little Secret.

(DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction unless otherwise stated. I do not own the rights to images in this story. This story also has no bearing on the real lives of anyone in this story. Again, it's all fiction. No character changes will be made.)

A/N- This is a redo from a locked-out account. If you've read the previous version, some characters may change due to not being able to find the same photo or not matching the character I originally had in mind. Names may also change based on how I need them to be.

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I have been asked a lot lately about my ideas for my stories. It's also been assumed that every story I write I have lived through. Let me clear come of this up.

I have never lived any parts of any of my stories. Ugly is the closest thing, and I was an outsider in that whole situation until I was asked to write it.

I do want to throw out there that I am very happily married and have been for thirteen years. BEFORE my husband, I was with my high school sweetheart for seven years. Just because I write DOES NOT mean I have lived it.

I can turn anything I hear or see into a story. This story was based on a conversation I had with my friend Amy Elizabeth. She and I have some very animated conversations.

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~Serenity's point of view~

My name is Serenity Edwards. I work for my dad; I am a receptionist at his company. I am twenty-seven; I have a very dirty little secret. No one knows anything about it. It's very lucrative as well. I've never let it interfere with my work for my dad. To him, I'm the perfect innocent little girl. I keep it that way on purpose. So, I sit at my desk from eight am to five pm every day. Seven pm to three am is playtime.

I may get very little sleep, but it's worth it. I've built a great life for myself. I live alone, and I pay all my own bills.

Dasher: "Hey Sunshine, I have a new client coming in today."

Serenity: "I'll show them up when they get here, Dad."

Dasher: "You're the best."

Serenity: "Always."

I've always been there for my dad. I'm an only child; my mom passed away when I was seven. It's been him and me since then. He would be very disappointed if he knew what I did. That's why I keep it quiet.

I own a plus-size strip club. Being a female and owning a strip club is hard. Owning a plus-size one is even harder. I've managed to make it work and have become very successful at it. I have a very specific set of girls. I chose them each based on their ability to manage themselves on the pole. I rarely dance. Sometimes I get a wild hair up my ass and get myself up there.

I go about answering the phone and taking messages. It's all very dull work. I look forward to my nights; I love watching my girls dance.

I'm lost in trying to remove an appointment I put in wrong and move it to the correct spot when I hear someone clear their throat. I look up.

Trevin: "I'm here to see Dasher Edward's."

Serenity: "Follow me."

I stand up. I automatically fix my dress. I'm a big girl; my stuff hangs out sometimes, I do not need it hanging out. I wear black biker shorts under them; It's crazy. I will dance naked on a pole, but in the general public, I'm self-conscious.

I lead the man to the elevator.

Once we're in, I take him in. He's sexy for an older man. My mind immediately goes to he can rip my panties off and fuck me hard. The elevator beeps, breaking my thoughts. He follows me down the hall to my dad's office. I knock.