The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 33: Falling into temptation

"Very lucky then, Michael. You got what no one can have, we just don't know until when, right?"

"Until when I see fit, don't worry."

"Alright, make yourself at home,
Jackson."

I just nodded, raising the glass of
Whiskey at the woman with a smile on my lips. Candece hadn't left with a very good face, but she should already know that I don't do parallel conversations. I looked at the woman who walked away heading towards her office.

I continued my way to the front row,
it was from there that I would watch
her dance. Like I always did. A group
of young men next to me laughed and
talked among themselves.

"You won't regret having come. She's the hottest of the dancers, you need to see that body. You'll get turned on just by looking at her."

The blond said excitedly to the other
guy. I rolled my eyes impatiently. It was agonizing to have people and more people speaking in a sexual way about your woman, because Karla Natalie was MY WOMAN.

I took a deep breath trying to keep my
self-control. It could even be comical
if it wasn't so tragic. Weeks ago when
I didn't know that Karla was Natalie,
my jealousy regarding the stripper fit
in a low level. But after the discovery,
knowing that all those people desired and talked about Natalie irritated me.
Crazy, I know. But it was what I was
feeling. If it was only up to me, I would take Natalie away from that club never allowing her to go back there again.

"Does she see customers on the side?"

"I heard she doesn't. She never slept
with a customer, some call her the
"untouchable". The blond spoke again.

"I don't believe that, you just have to
offer a high amount of money that she
accept it. Come on, where is that lady
that owns this place? Today I'm going to sleep with that luxury whore."

That pig spoke with his cheap Italian
accent, laughing along with the other
young men.

I calmly took a sip of my Whiskey,
savoring every drop on my lips,
and then I quickly stood up walking
towards the group of young men that I pretended to not see and spilled all the liquid of my glass on the white shirt of the Italian that had spoken.

"Dammit, look what you did!" He
shouted all wet.

I didn't back away, I stared at the man in a cold way while he stared at me, shooting me with his eyes.

"I'm sorry mate, I didn't see you there." I let out ironically enough to increase his anger.

"Look where you're going next time!"

The other three men that accompanied him laughed and followed behind the angry Italian that left towards the bathroom. Idiots.

I sat again in my seat and ordered a
new glass of Whiskey, this time from a
redhead that walked from one side to
the other with the drinks. She threw me a mischievous gaze, which I took care of ignoring as soon as I heard murmurs that the performance was about to start.
The lights went out leaving only the
stage floor lights on. Imagining that
Natalie, or rather, Karla at any moment would show up there made my heart race, a certain nervousness of having her like that again and now knowing everything was too much. I took a big gulp of the drink that surely was already altering my senses, after all just look at where I found myself, right? Then the music finally started.
The spotlight lit on the stripper's body,
showing exactly how she was that
night. Damn her.

I cussed her inwardly when I saw her
clothes. Karla was dressed up as none
other than Natalie. She was wearing a
formal short skirt with a big slit on the thigh, leaving evident the garter belt that she was wearing. On the upper part a white blouse, unbuttoned till the top of her breasts that were covered by a red bra. Her hair was tied in a well made bun, and on her feet high heels, And I obviously she couldn't forget the main detail, her mask. She looked absurdly sexy.