Unnatural

Part 1

Once upon a time, in a far away land called the United States of America, there was a small establishment called The Gentleman's Gentlemen Club. The Gentleman's Gentlemen Club was a highly respected, very well run strip club. Now, this strip club was not like other strip clubs. This particular strip club was world renown. The reason it was so unique was its clientele. The Gentleman's Gentlemen Club catered to movie stars, singers, socialites and even royalty. Brett Handf, the owner, prided himself on the clubs ability to keep its clients safe, happy and most importantly, out of the media.

This brings us to where our story begins.

Alexys Delgatto was happy with the way her life was going. She lived in a nice little apartment in the grande city of New York. She didn't have any family or a significant other, but she did have a cat named Oscar with whom she spent all her time with and loved very much. It might not seem like she had the most exciting life ever, but her occupation made up for that. Alexys was a quiet, shy girl by day and a sexy stripper by night. She was currently employed by the Gentleman's Gentlemen Club and she was making more than enough money to help her pay her bills and for her schooling.

"You're on in 5 Alexys!" yelled out Tyrel, the stage manager. Alexys was sitting at her vanity mirror, finishing off her final look by smearing electric red lipstick on her plump lips. Adjusting her outfit so that it accentuated her curves perfectly, she strode over to the deep maroon curtains in her ridiculously high stilettos to join the tall African American man. "Don't forget we have the prince of Haven in the audience tonight. I know I don't have to remind you about this, but Brett requested I repeat the privacy policy everyone signed," Tyrel said smiling down at her. "Yeah, I remember," Alexys told him, nudging him with her elbow and rolling her eyes. She heard the beginning of her song playing and she deeply inhaled before stepping out into the spotlight.

Hoots and hollers filled her ears almost immediately. There was a large catwalk runway stretched out in front of her, filled on both sides with men of all ages and types. One particular group of younger men caught her attention. She was almost certain that she had seen a few of them in the last edition of Royalty International Magazine. One of them must be the prince that Tyrel had told her about. Quickly, she shoved the thought from her mind. She always found it easier to get through her routines if she forgot about everyone in the audience.

She grabbed a microphone off the stand that held it beside her. When the music got to the right part she brought it close to her lips and started to softly sing the song Brett had picked out for her tonight. Every night he chose a different song for her to play, and tonight it seemed like he wanted her to sing a very sensual song. While she sang she slowly danced her way down the catwalk. She ran her hands through her hair and swayed her hips as she went through the crowd filled with men who were slipping bills into her scantily clad underwear. When she got to the younger group of men she had noticed earlier, she made eye contact with a pair of dreamy blue eyes that completely entranced her. She was caught so off guard that she almost missed her last note.

Shaken, she attempted to run backstage. Tyrel grabbed her arm to catch her after she nearly tripped over her own two feet. "Whoa whoa whoa. What's up girl?" he asked with concern in his voice. "N-Nothing," she stuttered. She couldn't believe she had almost fucked up. Something about the look that guy gave her left her feeling odd. She didn't know if she liked it or not. Deciding to push it from her mind, she went back over to her station and collapsed into the chair. The night wasn't over yet. Throughout all the main performances, floor walking strippers wandered around the club, giving lap dances and what not but now was the time where the guests could request anyone they wanted.

Waiting for Tyrel to come with the requests, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it. Her ex boyfriend was harassing her and blowing up her phone but that was nothing new. She deleted all his apologetic messages to her and set her phone down, closing her eyes. They had broken up a whole month ago and he was still trying to get her to talk to him. She had changed her address, got a new phone number, which he clearly had found. The next step would be getting a restraining order. She had hoped she wouldn't have to involve the police with this. As soon as he started getting physical in the relationship and had hit her, she'd been out the door. She had wanted to tell someone about it, but with her working as a stripper it didn't look very good.

"I have one guy offering 600$ for a 10 minute dance, and another with 2000$ for half an hour," Tyrel said, breaking her out of thoughts of the past. "These people just throw their money away like its nothing," she disgustedly stated. "So you don't want to take it?" Tyrel asked, looking like I'd lost my mind. "Oh, I'll definitely still do it," Alexys laughed.

Unfortunately, she'd taken the 2000$ deal without seeing who it was. This particular elderly politician was a regular, and seemed taken with Alexys. She hated dancing for him because he would always get too touchy and would try to get more than she was willing to give. Alexys was not that kind of stripper. She always stayed partially covered and never fully stripped. The term stripper can't really be used with her. She was more of an "adult entertainer".

She got through the dance and started to gather her things together just wanting to go home. Bidding farewell to her fellow dancers, Tyrel and Brett she headed out back to where her baby was parked.