Savior (BWWM)

One

"I thought I was your favorite." Jessica, one of the strippers sarcastically said.

"Yeah, no. See you ladies later." Geraldo waved as he walked out.

I looked into the mirror taking deep breaths. This job could be overwhelming at times. My body was the money maker, but I couldn't complain. It paid the bills.

I changed from my tight lingerie into some skinny jeans and a crop top. I fixed my curly hair as I applied some makeup to make my brown skin shine.

"I'll see you at home." Rae smiled as she gave me a hug.

"Bye, be safe." I whispered.

"Always."

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As I made my way behind the bar, men and women were already sitting down waiting to be served. The smell of alcohol and sweat hit my nose.

Let's get this over with.

I've never wanted to do anything else but be a lawyer growing up. My mom was a big impact in my life. Seeing her fight some of the toughest cases and beating them. It was a dream of mine to follow in her footsteps. If I could make money without stripping to pay off my debt I would, but this was my only option for now. I've applied to many law firms, but they've always responded back with 'how they don't have an opening,' which I thought was complete bullshit and didn't make sense.

After serving drink after drink, I noticed a mysterious man entering the building. He wasn't one of our regulars. He had two men walk in behind him, as if they were his bodyguards. Everyone moved out his way as he walked toward the bar. He had on a navy-blue suit that looked more expensive than any outfit I've ever worn. His hair was jet black with perfectly defined curls that fell over his forehead. His beautiful green eyes met my brown ones for a quick second before I looked down toward his thick black beard.

I never thought I'd catch myself drooling over a white man.

But I couldn't lie, he was handsome, devastatingly handsome. I caught myself staring until I moved away to serve another person.

He sat down as those men sat on each side of him, like he needed to be protected. Who was this man? I cleared my throat and spoke.

"Hello, what can I get you guys started on tonight?"

No answer.

The two men looked around patrolling the area with their eyes, as the mystery man in front of me scanned me with his.

He finally spoke. "Give me the strongest thing here."

I tilted my head at him, "You sure?"

"I didn't stutter."

Asshole. Why are all attractive men such rude, arrogant bastards?

I turned around to make his drink. We had a really strong drink called the 'killer bunny.' Ingredients not to be told to the public though. It makes you act all crazy and out of your body, because it was more alcohol than it should be. I hope it makes this asshole act a fool of himself.

"Here you go sir." I slid him the drink as he didn't hesitate to grab it, pouring it down his throat. The sleeves of his shirt slid down as I seen tattoos piercing up his arm. He had lots of detailed artwork around his wrist, crawling toward his elbow. I was upset I couldn't see the rest.

He sat the empty glass down as he chuckled which was so damn hot.

"That's the best you got?" His lips smacked together.

I crossed my arms at his words. He easily drunk it as if he's been through more than a drink that'll make him act drunk in a matter of minutes.

He cleared his throat. "Where's your boss."

"Why?" I questioned wiping the counter off.

"Don't question me, just answer me."

I cocked my head at him. Who does this guy think he is? Just because he's wearing a fancy suit and have bodyguards that looked like they'd break someone's neck, doesn't mean he gets to talk to anyone however he wanted. Well, maybe.

"He's minding his business, just like you should." I shot back at him.

I noticed his jaw tighten by my response. The men beside him shifted in their seats, glancing at him, like they were waiting for his next move.

"Do you know who I am?" He choked out, trying to look calm, but I knew he was pissed.

"A typical white man, drinking at a bar. I get them every day. Welcome to the club." I answered with a wink.

He slightly tilted his head at me as a grin rose on his face, which made me uncomfortable.

"Look, I don't know who you are, but you need to leave. My boss doesn't want to see you." I had to say something. Geraldo hated when we told people where he was. I knew Geraldo had something shady going on, but I've never questioned it.

He hit the counter twice as he shook his head. "Such a pretty woman, but that mouth of yours," He paused shaking his head, "Needs to be fixed."

I rolled my eyes as I started serving other people. Tonight, was going great, I was getting amazing tips and enjoying the people around me. I wasn't going to let this man ruin my night.

About 30 minutes had passed and I glanced over to see the mystery man still had his eyes on me.

His phone started ringing. "About fucking time." He spoke into the phone. "I'm here at your shitty bar, with your waitress," He glanced over at me. "You should get down here, before I start shooting people." He chuckled slowly.

I blinked awkwardly at his words as I looked around to see if anyone else heard him. Shooting people?

Before he ended the call, Geraldo was already making his way from his office in a hurry. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting Roman." He said with deep breaths bringing his hands to his knees.

So, his name was Roman.

"I'm sorry about Blake, she's a bit... hostile." He frowned at me.

"Enough talking, where's my money?" Roman crossed his arms.

"I don't have it right now, but I will.... soon."

Roman started shaking his head. "I gave you two weeks, and you still don't have it?" Roman stood up. He was much taller than Geraldo. He had to be around 6 feet tall.

"Look, I can give you something else, anything else until I can get your money." I saw straight fear flash in Geroldo's eyes as he spoke to him, but he tried playing it off. What the hell did he get himself into.

Roman paused. A deep smirk rising on his face as he faced me. "A dance, with her."

I froze in shock. How did he know I was a stripper? "Hell no." I fanned my hand in the air.

"Blake, please. You're the only one who can save my life right now. I'll double your pay at the end of the night, anything you want!" He begged, something he never does.

Double my pay? I needed the money bad. The sooner I can pay off my debt, the better. I hesitated a bit before I answered. Come on Blake, just think of the money. How bad could it be to give him a dance. I give them every night, even though I don't like the men I'm dancing on.

"Fine." I said nonchalantly. Roman was more shocked by my answer than I was. But I needed the money, more than he could know.

"Thank you." Geraldo relaxed his shoulders with relief. Now I was more curious on who this guy was and why Geraldo owed him.

"You have one week." Roman said as his eyes were pierced on me, even though he was talking to Geraldo.

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