by Penny Ward
“I love her more than she knows but she just doesn’t get it. She just likes to argue about every little thing and I’m just…I don’t know. I’m trying to show her that I’m a good man and all, but she just doesn’t want to listen to me. I just can’t seem to do anything right in her eyes.”
“Well, maybe you should try to make her understand how you feel instead of being here. This is probably going to make it worse. If you want to show her that you’re a good guy when she starts to yell, just listen to her - don’t provoke her any further. Just show her that you are there for her in every way possible and if she doesn’t understand that, then maybe you’re too good for her. But one thing’s for sure, being here isn’t going to solve anything.”
He sighs. “I guess you’re right. I’m going to go home and let her know how I really feel. You know, you give some good advice, maybe you should’ve been a therapist.”
I smile. “I just know how to listen, that’s all. Nothing special. It’s a gift all women have, some of us just choose not to use it.”
He smiles at me and slides me a fifty.
“For your time. And I’m serious, you really do have a knack for listening. Last time I was talking to a stripper, she was trying to get me to come with her. I was shocked but you definitely are one of a kind.”
He winks at me and walks out of the door.
I smile to myself.
I had really helped that guy and I was glad but it also made me realize that I miss being in a relationship.
I miss having someone listen to my problems and argue with.
Most guys hear that you’re a stripper and automatically think that you’re a hoe and won’t give you the time of day, which is why I never really bother with trying to date anyone.
A couple of my customers try to take me out on a regular basis but I never take them seriously. Besides, I knew they only did it because they wanted to see how far I would go but it wasn’t happening.
I just really miss being wanted by someone for more than just my body.
Hopefully, one day, I will have that.
I walk back toward the back and put my money up in my lockbox for safe keeping because I didn’t trust some of these girls around my money. Some of them were known for their quick fingers around money. At the end of the night, I would have to give the club owner his cut of the money but I still should walk away with a good amount.
It was the only reason I bothered to stay here for so long. I was originally going to dance here for a month, then one month turned into two, and now it is five months later.
But I would have to work three jobs as a waitress if I wanted to even come close to what I make here.
I change into my naughty devil outfit and my light up heels to give it the dramatic affect.
Looking in the mirror, I check out my makeup and give my outfit the once over. I know that this is my last set before I have to do the once over again and then I was out of here and I was glad.
I could go home get in the bed and forget I did this for a living.
I walk toward the door and wait for the DJ to introduce me again and play my second song. I walk on the stage and I see that the club has become much busier than it was in the past ten minutes.
It seems as if it were a bunch of business men out for the night away from their wives, which meant more tips and more crazy behavior because they obviously didn’t get out much. They bought a bunch of bottles and got as many lap dances as they possibly could. A couple of them would wind up taking a girl home for the night.
I got on the stage and immediately started to swing on the pole.
The money immediately started flying on the stage and I amped it up even more. I pulled my bra off and got on my knees and start to play with my nipples. Whistles started to fly and then - even more money.
I untied my G-sting and started to shake my ass even more. I kept imagining that I was in my room reading so that I didn’t have to deal with how I was degrading myself but I have to do what I have to do to survive.
It is a dog eat dog world and right now, I am being eaten alive.
I spin on the pole one final time and slide down as slow as I can as the song starts to end.
I can feel eyes boring on me but one set of eyes feel different.
Looking out to the crowd, I take a closer look at the eyes.
No.
It can’t be.
I spin around and check again.
Damn…
Chapter 2
My heart is pounding and I am struggling to catch my breath as I run back into the room.
It can’t be.
Why?
What was he doing here?
Grayson Williams, my new prick of a stepbrother, was in this club. Shit. This was not good.
I only met him once at our parents wedding but even then, he seemed arrogant and cocky.
At the reception, he asked me to dance in celebration and when I agreed to it, he started to brag about all of the money that he makes and how he’s going to take over his dad’s business one day.
Prick.
He said nothing that showed interest in getting to know me.
It was purely the Grayson show.
I had politely excused myself and gotten a little tipsy at the open bar and he left with one of the single girls at the wedding.
He was a pig and well-known pig, for that matter.
Seeing him in here shouldn’t surprise me but him seeing me in here was a problem.
My own Mom didn’t even know I was stripping and there was no way that I would want him to tell her.
And that prick would.
I place my money in my box, not even bothering to count it this time.
The lights on the stage were bright but I was almost positive that it was him standing there. I would know that smirk anywhere.
I put my devil outfit back on, take a deep breath, and head out to the floor. I walk around and I immediately feel his eyes on me again.
I look over at him and I feel a hand reach out and grab me. It’s a business guy who is light skinned with a short haircut. I glance at Grayson one more time before I turn my attention to the guy.
I will just act like I don’t notice him and maybe he will just go away and go back to wherever it is he came from. Maybe he is drunk?
Hopefully to drunk to remember any of this.
“How can I help you, sexy?” I ask the businessman as I slide my hand on his shoulder.
“I need a lap dance. I enjoyed your little performance on stage a little while ago. You’re a natural,” he says.
I smile. “Sure, it’s thirty dollars, and thanks for the compliment.”
He pulls the money from his pocket and places it in my bra. I start to wind on his lap and rub on him, pressing hard into his body.
Looking across his shoulder, I see Grayson still staring at me and I start to feel self-conscious about what I am doing. I finish out the dance and the man hands me an extra hundred dollars.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says with a wink.
“It’s in my job description,” I say as I smile at him and he laughs.
“Yeah, well, you know you’re getting ripped off for charging thirty dollars.”
“I know, but there’s not much I can do about it so I just deal with it the best way I can.”
“I hear that. Enjoy your night, beautiful.”
I smile. “Enjoy yours as well.”
I start to walk toward the back. I had to clock out early - there is no way I can finish out the rest of the night with him in here. I am already starting to feel uncomfortable and he hadn’t even spoken to me yet.
I am halfway to the door when I feel another grip on me. The hand is firm, large and strong.
I turn around and I am face to face with Grayson Williams.
Damn.
I look him over and my heart starts to race.
“Hello,” he says smoothly.
“Hi,” I say as I shift my weight to my other leg. I co
uldn’t wait until he said what he had to say so that I can get out of here.
“It’s been a while,” he says as his eyes smooth down my body.
“I know.”
“I need a private dance.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
What?
Was he serious?
I couldn’t believe what he had the nerve to ask me.
It was actually the last thing I had expected to come out of his mouth.
This guy is really a pig and I can’t wait to get away from him.
“No.”
He looks surprised. “Why not? I mean, if I ask for one, aren’t you supposed to give it to me?”
“Because I’m not giving you a private dance. I think that it would be a little inappropriate.”
“You do know that you’re not really my sister? It’s okay if you give me a dance or two. I can afford it.”
“I’m still not giving you a private dance Grayson, so you can just leave me alone.”
I look over his shoulder and see the club owner walking over and I roll my eyes.
I already know that I’m going to get chewed out over refusing the dance.
We weren’t allowed to refuse dances to anyone unless we felt that we were in danger and, in that case, we were to get security to handle the situation. And James, the owner, knows that because I didn’t pull security over, I was in no harm.
But Grayson was going to be harmed if he didn’t quit messing with me.
“Girl, may I speak to you for a minute? She’ll be right back,” James says as he pulls me off into a corner.
He presses real close to my face and I pull back a little. “You will give that man a private dance. He is one of the richest people in the world. I don’t see him threatening you so I don’t know what the problem is.”
I sigh. “I know exactly who he is and I’m not giving him a private dance. Let one of the other girls do it because I’m not in the mood for it. The guy’s an ass. It’s not like I can’t make up for it by doing a private dance for someone else.”
I didn’t want to admit that he was my stepbrother. Not to the owner and not to anyone.
If anyone knew whom my mother was married to, the questions wouldn’t stop. Rose was the only person that knew, and luckily for me, she could keep a secret.
James presses in closer to my face and starts wagging his finger at me. “No. He wants you and you will do it or you will be fired. Do we understand each other? Now get over there and make that man pour the money out of his wallet.”
“You owe me for this. I mean it. No more slow days.”
“Okay, fine. No more slow days for two weeks. Deal.”
“Deal.”
I look at him, shake my head, and then walk over to Grayson.
That pig.
I knew that James was probably lying to me to get me to do what he wanted me but there was no way that I was going to let him weasel his way out of giving me those days.
“It’s one fifty for a private dance,” I say nonchalantly.
I can’t believe that I’m actually about to do this.
What a pig.
Grayson smiles, hands me the money, and I storm off to one of the private rooms.
I can already feel the regret filling my body.
I push the door to the private room open, take a deep breath, and prepare myself for the madness I’ve just been suckered into.
Pig.
Chapter 3
I watch as Grayson sits on the chair in the room and I look over at him.
I have a feeling that he’s up to something but I honestly just don’t know what it is or what it could be because we never had a conversation outside of our parents’ reception.
“Do you really want a dance or do you want a chance to chew me out over my career choice? Because if it’s the second one, you can get up and leave right now because I’m not in the mood.”
“Why would I chew you out over your career choice? You’re a grown woman,” he says with a smirk. “And a very lovely one too.”
His eyes stare at my breasts.
“You really want a private dance?”
“That is what I paid for.”
“You never know. One hundred fifty dollars isn’t really money to you.”
“It’s not but once I pay for something, I really like to receive the services. And it better be a good service too.”
I sigh.
Am I really going to do this?
This job meant too much to me to walk away from.
I hit the button so the music will start to play. I slowly walk over to him and feel my legs start to shake.
I have to disassociate myself from him if I want to get through this, so I try to picture him as any other man. I sit on his lap and start to grind.
He doesn’t move, he just sits stiff as a board. I slide my bra off, turn to face him, and place my breasts in his face while still winding in his lap.
With my legs pressed against his groin, I feel his member start to grow and I smirk a little.
I was getting through that tough shell of his. From what I could feel through his pants, it was long and immediately my mind flashed to him taking me from behind on the chair.
My body was becoming heated and I could feel my center becoming moist. I knew I had to get up off of him before I did something crazy.
What was my body doing?
I don’t like this guy. He is a pig.
But my body doesn’t seem to think so…
His smell covers me with lust. Oh…
I get up from off his lap and bend over in front him and start to shake my ass a little, trying to block out the fantasy I keep having of him thrusting his cock deep inside of me.
I slowly slide my G-string down my legs and when I turn back around, I bump into his chest. I look up at him and I see a look I have never seen in his eyes before.
“What are you doing? Do you want the dance to end?” I ask, hoping it was the case because I was about to lose every ounce of sanity if I kept dancing for him.
I don’t even know why he is making me feel this way when he clearly is a jerk.
He shakes his head and pulls me into his chest.
I gasp as he takes my face into his hands and starts to passionately kiss me.
I resist at first but then I slowly start to give in, throwing my arms around his neck. He gently lifts me off the floor and places me on the couch at the side of the room.
He pulls his mouth away from mine and starts to kiss me down my neck. I moan out in pleasure as he takes my nipple into my mouth and starts to suckle on it and repeats the same torture to the other one. He then starts to kiss me down my stomach and then back up.
As he slides two fingers deep inside my opening, I gasp in pleasure and start to ride them. He looks up at me and smiles before he stands. He pulls his cock out, showing it to me. With his strong arms, he pulls me down on the couch, spreads my legs, and gently enters me.
I gasp in pleasure as he fills me all the way up.
He strokes me slow at first and then starts to speed his strokes up. I push into him, matching him move for move.
I feel the pressure building up inside of me and I feel myself climaxing all over his cock. He speeds up his strokes even more and all I can hear is our skin slapping together over the sounds of pleasure.
His body stiffens and he lets out a strangled groan. I can feel him letting loose, filling my insides.
Oh…
He looks down at me, pulls his pants up, places a few bills on the table, and walks out of the room.
My mouth is wide open in shock.
What?
What just happened?
The door is slightly ajar and I hear the sounds of somebody walking past.
What?
I am in shock.
The sounds of the club ring through the room.
“What the hell did I just do?” I whisper to myself.
In shock, I fix up my clothes and rush out of the room
.
I look over at James, who gives a thumbs up sign but I don’t respond.
What the hell just happened?
I go into the backroom grab my clothes and throw them on.
“You okay? Did you run into a jerk out there?” one of the girls ask, concerned.
“Yeah, a rich jerk named Grayson Williams. He’s a total asshole and I’m just ready to get the hell up out of here,” I say as I take the money out of my box and count out James’ half.
I was one of the few girls who he trusted not to screw him over, although tonight I really did feel like it.
“Sometimes this job can be a trip. Take it easy,” she says as she walks away.
I grab the rest of my stuff and head out of the door. I find James and thrust his half of the money into his hand.
“Looks like you had a very good night.”
“Yeah, well, just don’t forget, no more slow days.”
“I won’t, baby.”
“Don’t ‘baby’ me, James, I’m serious. Don’t try to weasel your way out of it.”
“I give you my word that I won’t.”
“Yeah, okay. Well, I’m leaving.”
“See you soon sexy girl.”
Damn.
What the hell just happened?
Chapter 4
As soon as I get into the apartment, I move straight to the bathroom.
I feel dirty and used after the situation with Grayson.
Pig.
I still can’t believe he would use me like that.
But then again, he is an arrogant jerk who was also a well-known playboy.
I had heard all of the rumors but I still allowed myself to fall for it. I had gotten caught up in the moment and I hated myself for it.
I always prided myself on never sleeping with a customer but now that was all shot to hell.
After I rip off all my clothes in anger, I turn the shower on super-hot. I get in and try to wash all of the shame off of me but it’s no use, I still feel the same way.
The constant flow of hot water covers the tears streaming down my cheeks.
Why? Why did I let that happen to me?
Why did my body betray me like that?
Why?
My fist gently knocks against the wall as the tears keep coming. The seduction of his power was too strong. His smell, his strong hands, and his dashing good looks… it was all too much.
