Obsessed

WORK

It's been a few weeks and Mya let me stay with her. She had a one bedroom apartment so the couch was my bed and I was so thankful to her. I still couldn't believe my father kicked me out.

I was able to contribute to groceries but I was looking for a job to save up for my own apartment. Many places' work hours clashed with my college classes so I couldn't work for them.

Mya was a dancer at Trophy, a popular gentlemen's club. I've been there one time when she first started working there. Tonight she invited me to come see her dance and get a feel of the environment there to see if I liked it.

I'm not a professional, nor did I think I was sexy enough to be a dancer. When I got there the bouncer let me in with no questions, I'm assuming my outfit persuaded him.

I wore a turquoise, strapless, sweetheart neckline dress that hugged my body and matching high heels. My natural curls were still semi wet but cute as I walked through the main area. It was already filled up at 8:23pm.

The men looked professional with a few alternative looking one's with tattoos and piercings. I found my seat in the corner, watching the beautiful women work their magic.

There were women of different backgrounds, heights, breasts size and hair colors. But they all had amazing bodies, beautiful faces, with professionally done make-up...they looked perfect in my eyes....I'm pretty but I'm nothing like them.

"Would you like a drink, gorgeous?"

I looked up at a stunning fiery red-haired woman smiling at me. She was petite wearing a tight black sheer dress revealing bright red panties, red pasties on her nipples and red stiletto heels.

"Hi, no, thank you."

She walked away and the lights dimmed as the next performer came to the stage. The music played and my friend came out in lingerie. Mya was fine as fuck...tall, big perky boobs, small waist, curvy hips and smooth tan skin. Her body swayed, rolled and bent to the music, making lustful eyes focus on her.

She began peeling off her bra...I was shook.

There's no way I could pull that off.

The men that sat around the stage threw money at her feet and my interest grew. They were very generous too. After her dance, I went to the back to see her.

"Mya! That was amazing!"

She smiled. "Thanks girl. How do you like the scene so far?"

"It's intimidating...but interesting. Are you nervous when you get up there?"

"Not anymore, my goal is getting my money. Nothing more, nothing less."

During our conversation an older man walked in with a cigar in his mouth. He had brown hair that turned gray at the sides.

"Hey Don, did my money get picked up?" Mya asked him as she put on a different outfit.

"You'll get it after the club gets it's percentage. Who's your friend?" He grinned.

"I'm Zena, Nice to meet you."

"Is she the one you were telling me about?"

I didn't know what annoyed me more...Him ignoring my greeting or Mya discussing me with him prior to me coming here. Both didn't sit well with me but I remained quiet.

"Yeah, Zena came to check the club out to see if she vibes."

"Well, you don't choose us...we choose you. When you're ready for an audition, call me," He said to me then handed me his card.

***

After a few weeks of visits, debating and my money dwindling...I went to audition at Trophy and was hired on the spot.

"Thank you, Mr. Don for the opportunity."

"You're welcome, it was an easy decision. The men love the new girls so I know they'll spend a lot of money on you."

My heart raced at the thought of all those eyes on me but the thought of me counting their money after made it make sense.

The next week was my first day and it was slow. I only made $200 because of the shift they put me on. The clients usually don't come in until 9pm but they had me starting at happy hour dancing then waitressing at prime time.

Taking drink orders was less revealing but also less money. I took it all in stride, because at least I was bringing home something until I found better.

Within a month I was a pro at taking drink orders and started getting a lot of tips. Some of the men would ask for me...they told Don they liked my energy and bubbly personality.

"Hi, Mr. Calvin, nice suit."

"Well, thanks sweetheart. I can't have you being the only one nice to look at."

I laughed. "I hear you, playboy."

"I'll take the usual and buy yourself something pretty." He winked as his friend's eyes roamed my body.

"Coming right up and thanks." I smiled and put the $40 dollar tip in my bra.

I went up to the bar placing my drink orders with ease while ignoring my boss, Don, creepily staring at me.

"Here you go, babe." Bartender, Camey, slid over my tray.

Once I made a few rounds, there he was....the man whose car I ran into a few weeks ago. He was standing, talking to Mike, one of the bouncers. I could never forget his face and dark energy but I walked to the bar figuring he wouldn't remember me. After a few minutes, the familiar voice spoke behind me.

"Today must be my lucky day."

On the day of the car accident, when he talked I immediately recorded the sound in my head. His accented deep voice sent shivers down my spine.

I turned around then looked up at him, his eyes stared into mine.

"H-Hello, Mr. Julien."

He smiled. "So you do remember me."