UNKNOWN (Flashback)
I rolled my hips seductively, before grabbing the pole with my right hand. Slowly walking around it, I surveyed the audience, resisiting the urge to roll my eyes. Lately, Ant had been bookin' me for events that held more wealthy clients. And by wealthy clients, I meant old, rich men who had both a wife and children waiting at home. The thought disgusted me, but all that instantly flew out the window at the sight of 100's scattering on the stage floor around me.
I bit my lip before slipping my hand behind my back and removing my bra, tossing it to the nearest udience member. He grinned at me, not hesitating to toss a few more bills my way. Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled towards the edge of the stage, where he was seated with a few of his colleagues. They apparently were no strangers to money, but this man was damn near loaded. I could tell by the way he was dressed that he was ballin'. Not to mention that he was sippin' from a glass of Hennesy Richard Cognac. I'd spotted the bottle of $3,000 liquor almostt as soon as I approached him. I sat in his lap, as his colleagues cheered him on, placing bills into various differen places of my remaining attire.
I allowed my eyes to wander his face, noticing that, for his age, he was actually handsome. I grinded against him, careful not to allow too much conversation in the open. Noticing that my set was over soon, I removed myself from his lap, slipping my card, which contained my name and private room number, into his hand. I returned to the stage, gathering my money and making my way to my personal dressing room. Not bothering to count my money, I tossed it into my Gucci overnight bag. I glanced in the vanity one last time, applying nother coat of lipstick and fluffing out my curls. After locking my belongs into the safe, I switched my way to the room that I was assigned when it came to private dances.
Opening the door, I stepped inside. Despite the dimly lit area, I could make out a figure seated on the suede couch.
"I see you came." I busied myself, lighting a few candles that were kept in the room.
"Why wouldn't I?"
He sipped from his glass, sitting it onto the glass table top next to him.
"I thought you might have to run home to your wife." Turning around, I didn't bother to hide the smirk that was grazing my face. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, slightly frowning.
"I didn't come here to talk about my personal life."
I softly chuckled, pressing play on the Beats pill that sat on a nearby surface. Music began to play as I tossed my hair over my shoulder, walking to him.
"I beg to differ. It's been two whole minues, and you haven't even gotten me naked yet."
He chuckled, looking at me as I made myself comfortable on his lap. He grabbed my hips as I began to undress.
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I learned that his name was William, and he was just as wealthy as I thought he was, if not more. We had began to mess around on a regular basis. I was attracted to him, physically, but I found his money to be even more attractive. We messed around atleast three times a week; in his office, at his home when his wife was out running errands.....it didn't matter. And afterwards, I'd always be rewarded with a shopping spree, compliments of his card.
(Flashback #2)My back was against his headboard, and I was going through the pictures in his wallet while he brushed his teeth in the connected bathroom, having just gotten out of the shower. He had paid for me to get my hair done earlier, and I was still irritated by the experience, having met Ant's lil side-piece in the process. The bitc actually had the nerve to step to me like she ran something. Rolling my eyes at the thought, I took another picture out of the protective seal in his wallet, squinting my eyes.
"Are you fucking serious....?" I mumbled to myself, but William peeked his head around the corner, apparently hearing me.
"Did you say something?"
I shook my head, placing the photo back into the wallet before sitting the wallet onto his night stand. "I should go before wifey gets back."
I stood up with a smirk as he made his way over to me. "That's not funny."
I chuckled, gathering my belongings. "It isn't supposed to be. Hey, who's that girl?"
He began to dress, not bothering to turn around. "In my wallet?"
I nodded, running my fingers through my hair, which would probably have to be re-done, thanks to our session.
He buttoned up his dress shirt, before fixing the collar. "That's Camille, my daughter."
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From that moment on, I knew I was gonna come out on top in this entire situation. William had taken me on a few business trips with him, and I'd soon learned that he and his colleagues weren't as professional as I thought. You'd be surprised how many men in his field of work was caught up in drugs. Most, if not all, of the colleagues I'd been introduced to snorted cocaine on a regular basis, including William. And I must say they covered that shit up pretty damn well. Myself, I'd never been into that type of thing, despite the fact that I was apart of the business. But in the end, it all played out to my advantage. I knew that Ant had been stressing about business lately, and what better way to fix that then to gain a few new clients?
"What's wrong, baby?" I sat up behind Ant, letting the sheet fall off my bare chest. We'd just gotten done with not one, but two, rounds of amazing sex. He rubbed his hand down his face and licked his plump lips before reaching over to his night stand and grabbing a blunt he'd rolled before I came in. I could tell he'd had intentions of smoking it an hour and a half ago, but all that went out the door when I came in. I knew he was trying to remain faithful to Camille, but it didn't seem to be going as planned, thanks to me.
"Wit' Asia gone, profit ain't lookin' tha same."
I had to say that I was actually surprised that he was talking to me about it. It was usually a fuck or two, and he sent me on my way. I knew it had to be really bothering him if he was willing to allow me to stay even a few minutes after we'd messed around. I bit my lip, and smirked.
"I think I may have a solution to that."
He smacked his lips, shaking me off of him. "Now ain't tha time to be tryna fuck around again."
I smacked my lips, but instantly regretted it when he looked my way. "That's not what I was talking about, Ant. I can get you some new clientele. And they ain't afraid to spend big money."
He rose an eyebrow at me, lighting his blunt. I watched as he released smoke from his nose. "Speak on it, den."
"His name is William, and he's a lawyer."
A/N: Oh, shit. Did I just make that happen? I think I did. I know I said the next chapter would be Aug's POV, but I think I like this idea better. Don't worry, you'll get another chpter from Aug very soon...Camille's dad, William is in the MM.
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