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Titled: THE $EDUCTRESS He wasn’t like any of her other customers. He was too curious and she had to stay away from him. Well she tried to, the problem is that….he always found her. What happens when she finally meets California hottest tycoon business man and can’t runaway from him, no matter how hard she tried? Find out in this romance novel. Excerpt from novel. “I am quite intrigued by your method of strippping. What’s your name darling?” Read and find out what happened to her. Did she fall in love or did their love affairs get complicated read and find out what happened next.
I walked into work quietly, holding my bag closely under my arm. It wasn’t quiet in the club. Everyone got here before me and there were already guests sitting in the lounges, already being serviced.
I walked towards the back and pushed open the door that lead to a back dressing room.
There was an open space with a mirror and chair, a few clothes laying on it, and a charger plugged into a socket. I put my bag down on the chair and sighed to myself.
” You seem tired….” a friend beside me spoke.
I turned to Jennifer, seeing her holding a cigarette that wasn’t lit yet.
“Carlos will fire you.” I said to her, because Carlos hates it when anyone of us smokes.
” It’s not lit!” She pulled her lips in as she set the cigarette down.
” So you sober or….?”
I felt terrible.
” We have to stop performing at house parties.”
I feel sore.
My muscles were aching and in pain.
My fingers hurt.
My back hurt, and my thighs hurt.
” It was fun.” Jennifer laughed to herself.
I know we had fun drinking and smoking.
I don’t drink much, at all.
I’m not a fan of alcohol, but I can smoke everyday and not feel bad. I shouldn’t drink and smoke. I had to admit the party was fun though, and on the side I made a little extra money.
” You know, I actually got paid last night. They know they didn’t hire strippers.”
” That’s what happened before you were swinging outside on a lamp post.” She laughed louder.
I don’t remember getting out of hand.
” I have to get you drunk more often.” She got up from her hair so she could leave.
Sometimes I forget that I’m a stripper until I start climbing on items I shouldn’t climb on.
Jennifer is nice enough to bring me to parties, to hang out with the others, though I’m way younger than they are. I will be turning twenty-one at the end of the year, and I probably won’t say anything about it till it’s my birthday.
The environment can get a little crazy, but it’s not as raunchy as I thought it would be. That’s why I stayed for a year. It’s not as vulgar, but it can be, I’d like to think of this place as a classy party on some nights, but it can get wild. Though I strip, I don’t have to take of my underwear if I don’t want to. And sex to the club is against policy. I think my boss put that in place because of me.
But I’m not interested in being with anyone here. I just want my money so I can go home and pay my bills.
It’s just me in my life. My parents died. My other family members aren’t around, and I had nothing. I didn’t go to college, and I didn’t get another job. I needed the money, and I get it fast when I work here. It’s better.
Sometimes I’m going home with a thousand dollars a night. But I still have bills to pay, and at the end of the month I’m not left with a lot of money.
I took off my clothes,ght down to my underwear. I decided that I don’t need any glitter or something provocative on me.
While the others were out being obnoxious, I just poke dance and give myself up to the quiet ones who don’t want to party.
Sometimes they are creepy, sometimes they are genuine and want to pay my bills, but I have to be careful because one day, I really might walk out as a Sugar Baby.
I went out onto one of the platforms under the low lightening. I could see the glitter that was from earlier. I hoped it wasn’t obvious that I was cold. I could feel goosebumps all over my body, but that happens every night when the only thing I wear are tight short dresses that are skin tight.
My hand took ahold of the pole, and I slowly walked around it, trying to feel the music.
It took a second for me to get into it, and then I was holding myself up on the pole. I had to do a bunch of fancy tricks and spread my legs because I won’t get paid if I don’t. I just want one day where I could spin around for fun. No graphic or vulgar gestures, no being dirty. Until then, I will have to just shake my a$s and make it seem like I’m seconds away from taking my bôobs out
I recognised some faces.
I knew them by how much they paid me.
There where some that paid much more than others. And they were eager tonight to slip notes in my underwear. There were those that were aggressive, they don’t pay a lot, but when they do pay, they take it upon themselves to grope me while they do it. And it would piss me off, but they end up just giving me their money so I can’t complain.
There was one face I hadn’t seen ever!!
This man seemed like he didn’t belong at a strip club.
He was dressed for business.
And that’s not uncommon, except he was looking right at me.
I mean, right at me…..,
like in my eyes.
That almost shook me up a bit to the point where I wanted to go over to him.
I wasn’t sure if I was doing a good job or not, but he was watching me, but too far off.
I stayed up on the pole, leaning my head back to stare into the crowd again.
I wanted him to come closer because he was still looking at me.
He didn’t even glance towards the other strippers that walked by him, or even tried to get their attention, but he made me curious for some reason.
This might be a private show if he doesn’t look away.
I spun around on my pole, teasing him that I might take of my underwear but I obviously wouldn’t. I was really turned on today, and I have had days where everyone could see me n!pple through my underwear. I wasn’t going to play around and swing my body in someone’s face, that is just not what I’m interested in.
However, someone was staring hard at me, and I considered really stripping for them.
That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go over to him. If he was staring so hard, it means that he wanted something from me. I might aswell give it to him.
He’ll pay, right?
He looks rich.
That means he has to be rich.
As long as I get my money, I don’t care about his financial state.
As I got closer to him, I got more interested.
It was dark so I couldn’t see him before, but now that I was close, I was more than just interested.
He is séxy!
….and I definitely liked that.
Now I had questions that I wanted to ask.
Like why was he in a strip club?
What could he possibly want with me?
Because we both know he was staring incredibly hard, and it looked like he was enjoying what I was doing.
There has to be a reason why he wanted me.
And by the expression on his face he wanted me to come over.
Is he really going to make me work for the money?
I stood in front of him, staring down at him, and thinking of what I should do.
Obviously, I could walk somewhere else, and do something for people I recognise, at least then I won’t get kidnapped.
Or I could take my chance and do something spontaneous with him.
He seems eager.
And he looks damn good
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