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I roll my eyes and head to my locker—changing into a set of dry panties; my fantasies of Carter have completely drenched my dancing ones. I put on a white shimmering midriff shirt and return to the club—making my way towards the first private box.
I’m steps away from it when I feel a familiar hand clasping mine and spinning me around.
Carter pulls me close so we’re practically chest to chest. “It’s nice seeing you again.”
“I wish I could say the same. Did you enjoy the show tonight, Mr. Black?”
“Very much so,” he says genuinely. “Can we talk in private?”
“I’ll have to charge you for that.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls me towards the closest private dance room. He opens the door and pushes me inside, quickly locking it.
“You know I wasn’t joking about charging you for this, right?” My voice is deadpan. “If you’re not seriously interested in a dance right now, I suggest that you—”
“I’m seriously interested in you.” He steps forward—backing me against the door, pinning me still with his hips. “You work here full time?”
“Does it matter?”
“Answer the question.”
“Never give your work schedule to a stranger. I’m pretty sure that’s stripper handbook rule number one.”
“Emerald...”
“It’s Raven.” I suddenly feel annoyed and understand why no one wants their real names said inside these walls. It’s too personal. “Look, you have sixty seconds to say whatever the hell you have to say before I start charging you.”
“Go ahead.” He backs away from me and takes a seat. “But I want my money’s worth, Raven.”
Fuck... He was supposed to say “Okay” and let me out, not insist on a dance.
I’m not prepared to be alone in a room with him and by the way he’s eyeing me right now, I have every reason to feel that way.
“One dance,” I say.
“And if I want more?”
“I’ll go get someone else since you seem to like being here so much. Might as well experience everyone, don’t you think?”
“Am I being charged extra for listening to your smartass mouth? Is it possible for you to leave that part out of the package?”
I cross my arms. “Excuse me?”
“You’re the one who doesn’t want to talk.” His voice is stern. “I’m waiting...” He leans back in his chair, narrowing his eyes at me.
I walk over to the door and make sure it’s locked. I scroll through the digital keypad that hangs from the wall and press play on the shortest song—a four minute instrumental that I use in practice.
Approaching him, I avoid making eye contact and instead focus on the top button on his shirt. I pull my top over my head and begin my routine as always—tossing my hair and biting my lip, but before I can continue, he leans forward and pulls me into his lap.
I start to slowly grind my hips against him—still avoiding his eyes, concentrating on finishing this routine.
He suddenly grips my hips and holds me still. “Look at me.”
I don’t.
He gently presses his fingers against my cheek and turns my head to face him. Staring into my eyes, he runs his hands against my sides, sending shivers up and down my spine.
“Do you let any of your other customers touch you like this?”
I allow a murmur to escape from my mouth as he presses a kiss on my shoulder.
“I’ll take that as a no...” He smiles.
“You can take it however you want.” I feel him pulling me even closer. “I’ll say whatever it takes for you to pay me.”
“Are you going to ask me the question today?”
“What?”
“The question...” He lowers his voice and brings his mouth close to mine. “Are you going to ask me how badly I want to fuck you?”
I suck in a breath and move my head back. “Give me a few seconds to get in full pretend mode. I need to act like you’re attractive and pretend like I care about your fantasies...” I let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay. What’s the question you want me to ask you again?”
“Hmmm...” He lifts me out of his lap and stands up. Slipping his arms around my waist, he spins me around so my back is against his front, so I can feel his dick straining against his pants. Then he whispers into my ear, “You’re just pretending to want me right now?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” He tightens his hold of me.
“Very sure.”
“Well,” he whispers again as his hands move between my thighs, as he brushes a finger against my soaked panties, “you’re a very good actress.”
