𝗠𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗬
My lingerie set was still in my hands. I'm proud of myself, and I don't care what people say or even think about me. Take this advice from me, people will still talk shit about you even if you're not doing anything wrong, so just fuck it and do whatever the fuck you want.
"Are you ready? You have a special visitor." Antony claps his hands, so I can get ready quickly, and I nod. Special visitor? The word stuck in my head.
Who's that special visitor that is here for me? No one knows I'm here working. My heart is bumping so fast that I feel like it's going to run out of my body.
I put on my lingerie. It was silver with some glitter, and there were strasses all over my stomach. I'm not going to lie; it was so fucking good.
I also got my heels, which were gray/transparent; I got my perfume; I got a small purse to place the money in; and I let my long hair fall down my back. And I did my makeup, I kept my nails as they were. I'm excited and nervous at the same time.
Alright, it's time to perform. I checked myself for the last time in the mirror and went to the private room to check my 'special visitor'.
I've followed Antony since it was my first time here, and I'm the only girl who was going to the performance for that man.
"Here, good luck." Antony taps my shoulder and gives me that shiny smile. He leaves, and I enter.
It was a secluded area where they may also perform lap dances/ sex dances with individual customers in secluded areas. My head was straight up, and as I walked downstairs, all eyes were on me. Whistles came from everywhere.
Entering the room, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened as if someone had stabbed me with a knife. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. That's insane.
How in the world did he know I was here? How did he know I was working here? No one knows about this. I was shocked. But I didn't let him get over me, I let my head go straight up. I'm proud of myself, of who I am, and of what I'm doing. I'm not going to let anyone break me.
My eyes shone from the lights, that was only at me. A grin formed on my face, feeling proud. I walked and didn't care about anything.
Romeo was there. He was with a group of men, and I'm sure they work for/with him. The moment they saw me, they started whispering in each other's ears. I didn't care; I went to the stage to perform for them.
My scent and Romeo's scent are mixed up. It filled the whole room. The room was only filled with murmurs from men. While he's only looking through my eyes like he's searching for something. For answers.
His eyes never left my body, scanning it with lust. He was angry, and I could say that. I hate this man. What was he thinking coming here? To where I work.
"Shocked?" He mutters. I didn't say anything. I ignored him. But how did he know I was here?
Our eyes met; that eye contact was amazing.
"You can start," a man says from afar, and I did. I place my hands on the pole and dance.
I was dancing and doing that acrobatic trick, and I wasn't scared of anything. Swaying my hips, doing the ballet dance, my legs opened as I went down and up.
It's the opposite, I was feeling confident, dancing, and performing on the stage in front of those men, especially him.
His eyes were all over my body. He couldn't take his eyes from me, and I was too good. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know I had this experience dancing as a stripper.
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𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗢
I went to that strip club she's fucking working in. I missed her pretty face, and I'm craving to be inside her. I was unable to refrain from imagining my hand on her neck and one of them slapping her ass.
I know I shouldn't be thinking like that. But fuck she was something different. She was different from all the people in school. I hated her for being this breath-taking, with her beautiful face. Everything about her was perfect.
I hated her for having all the boys in the school look at her. Like they want to eat her. I wanted her to me. But she never loved me. And I know she hates me. But I love when she hates me. She looks damn hot.
It's been a year since that day-the day Alexander got into prison, the day I did that for her and helped her with this.
Yet, I've been out of the city until today. I came and asked for her. Everything they said about her is that she's working in a strip club as a waitress in the morning and a stripper at night. Is she good?
Is she dumb or something? How the hell did she accept to be there? Where is her family? How did she become this girl? Where's that innocent, cute little girl who didn't care about anything except her family and her studies?
I don't care about any of these right now. All I wanted was to see her now. I asked about the name of the strip club and went there directly. I told them I wanted her only to perform for me tonight.
I wanted to see her dancing on that pole, I wanted to see her on my lap naked. That girl is making me go pazzo. (Crazy)
I put on a simple black suit. It fits me perfectly. Not to forget the perfume and some jewelry. I left my hair neatly brushed backward.
I couldn't believe she was working here when I arrived at that strip club. I had some men with me, I couldn't be alone. Because if I were, I wouldn't handle myself from burning that club and taking her, caging her in my house so no one could see her.
And as I entered there, I wanted to burn this whole damn club, but one of my friends tapped on my back to calm me down. I tried to calm down a little. I didn't want her to see me like this. She should see me-that heartless, cold, mean man.
That man who doesn't care about anything. Everyone knows that I'm like my father. He's the one who taught me to be like this. I have a sister, she's out of town, but she'll come soon, and my brother just forgets it. I don't like to talk about it.
Fuck, here she comes. My eyes scan her body as she walks down the stairs with all her confidence. Shit, shit, I want her so bad, she's just so fucking perfect.
I've always loved this girl, but I acted like I hated her. But she has something special in her other than all the girls in this world. No matter how much I've dated and fucked girls before, she's my number one.
I love her attitude, I love her body, her ass, her breasts, everything about her-fuck, fuck, she's a goddess. Every man wants her, I'm sure of that. She's everything a man wants. But I can only have her.
A man shouts from far away so that she can start performing, and here she goes. As she starts, she is dancing all over the pole.
As she moved on the pole, her body twisted on it as she swayed her whole body on it, going down and up. Her body moved in rhythm with the music. She was licking it off her tongue. Fuck this girl. She wasn't even scared or ashamed of what she was doing. No, but she was confident.
She looked into my eyes, a small grin formed on her face, and I tried not to smirk. I love her attitude, and one day I'm going to fuck it out of her. She's everything I need, soon enough, I'll make her mine and only mine.
As I gazed upon her, she moved with an alluring rhythm, twirling and swaying to the music. Her body flowed like liquid, each movement executed with sensuality.
Every step and every sway of her hips were full of confidence. It was as if she had a magnetic pull, drawing me despite our complicated history.
Turning around the pole, she opened her legs wide; she was half naked. I'm taking deep breaths and praying not to get up now and take her from her throat and take her out of this fucking club.
Going up and down, is she teasing me? Her eyes never left mine. She knows what she is doing. Is she doing it on purpose? I'm not going to lie. This girl is on fire. She looked fucking good, but she will look better with her legs wide open for me as I eat her, and she cries out my name, grabbing me by my hair as I eat her out, fingering her.
My men were hard, and I was too. For fuck's sake, if someone sees this, girl, she will get hard for no reason. The smoke of the cigarettes and the smell of the whiskey filled the room with our scents.
Did she do that in front of someone before? How is she so good at that ? I never knew she had movements like that. Molly was never like that
Everyone was whistling as they held their drinks in the air, eye-fucking her. I'm about to kill them all right now. This was a bad idea to bring my men with me.
𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.