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The guy is the father of the groom to be—he’s wearing a tie that says so, and he’s not wearing a wedding ring. Dressed in Karl Lagerfeld, he clearly comes from money, and he looks as if he’s too good to be here, like he’s above everyone in the room.
I step in front of him and smile. “Are you ready?”
“Very much so.” He sets his drink down.
I bring my arms behind my head and run my fingers through my hair as I seductively roll my hips. Once I know I’ve got him, once I know he’s entranced, I step towards him and run my hands all over my body—watching his hungry eyes take it all in. Then I carefully straddle him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and rock into him slowly, whispering, “How badly do you want to fuck me?”
He grunts.
“How badly?” I repeat in a sultrier voice.
He grunts again and his dick slowly stiffens in his pants. “Real bad...I want to fuck you in the ass.”
I freeze my eyeballs to their sockets and continue to grind on him. As I thread my fingers through his hair and ask him if he likes this, he grips my hips. Hard.
“How much do I have to pay you to let me fuck you in the ass?” He’s sweating. “I bet it’s tight...”
I smile and focus on finishing the dance, ignoring his question.
“How much?” he repeats, and by the look in his eyes I can tell he’s seconds away from cumming in his pants.
“I’m not for sale, baby.” I whisper, remembering that Robyn suggests calling clients “baby” whenever they ask for something outrageous. It’s supposed to soften the blow.
“I can give you whatever you want, sweetheart.” He begs. “Whatever you fucking want...”
“Hmmm.” I ride him a few more seconds, pressing my lips against his neck as the song comes to an end. Then I let him squeeze my sides as he loses control.
“Fuck...” He pants. “If you let me, if you let me do what I want to you, it’ll be more than worth it...I can take you away from here and you’ll never have to dance for money again.”
I slip out of his lap and readjust my bra, trying not to laugh. Robyn also claims that some men will try to play “Captain Save a Ho” by promising to take us away from the strip club, by acting as if stripping is some sinful world that we need to be rescued from.
“I’m fine, baby.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Do you want another dance or are you done with me?” I push one of my bra cups open, silently showing him where to place the money.
He looks into my eyes and sighs, taking out his wallet. Instead of placing it where I want it to be, he slides a hand up my thigh and tucks the bills in the band of my panties.
“My business card is in there too, beautiful,” he says as he stands up. “Just in case you change your mind... And since I know you are because I can see it in your eyes—” He smiles. “Tell me what your name is.”
“Raven.”
“Cute. What’s your real name?” He leans close, whispering. “I won’t tell anyone.”
I hesitate, fake a frown, and sigh. “Autumn.”
“I thought so. I look forward to hearing from you, Autumn.” He looks me over one last time before joining his son onstage.
“I’m impressed.” Michael—who doesn’t look like a club owner tonight, grins as he pulls me into a corner. He’s dressed in a polo shirt and jeans and he looks years younger.
“The weak girls always quit after their first dance,” he says. “I usually have to follow them to the parking lot.”
“I’m not weak.”
“Clearly.” He smiles again. “You need to work on your dancing, but I think you’ll be a good fit for us. Come back tomorrow for a schedule and we’ll get you started on your pole lessons. Those are what’s most important. If you’re good, that’s how you’ll earn the most money. I have a feeling you’ll be a highly requested performer.” He trails his fingers against my bra strap. “You can go home now.”
“What? That’s it?”
“For now. Yes.” He signals to someone, and one of the club’s body guards appears at his side. “Walk Raven out to her car will you? She’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Yes sir.” The guard nods and motions for me to walk ahead of him.
Disappointed, I walk out of the room—looking over my shoulder at the other girls who are still giving out dances, the girls who are still making money.
As I’m escorted to the dressing room to put on my “real clothes,” I realize tonight wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. And even though I’m beyond happy to be hired, a part of me is upset.
