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Watching Cambria dance was the first time a woman’s beauty had ever overtook me to that extent.
Aside from what she obviously lacks in experience, she has this aura ofknowingaround her that transcended any performance I’ve seen. Her confidence is pure and uncorrupted by money or status. I get the impression that if she were to perform for me, she would do it just for the love of the art with no ego to feed.
The second I saw her on the stage, I recognized her, and at first, I was reminded of my first interaction with her. I’m certain I frightened her, but it wasn’t for nothing. I couldn’t have ever allowed such a huge secret to be kept by a young woman without some reinforcement.
Now, seeing her as atrulygrown woman, I’m wondering how she’s carried that secret all these years.
“Ari, tell that one to stick around for a while. I’ll meet her in the locker room. If she leaves, she loses the opportunity,” I say to Ariella as I watch Cambria’s hips sway away from me.
She nods at me knowingly, and I sit in a booth just a few feet from the locker room entrance before I decide to approach Cambria.
The context shared between us gives this interaction the potential to turn bad very quickly, so I know I need to choose my words carefully and keep the entire encounter business-related.
When I enter the locker room, Cambria’s sitting alone on one of the benches when I approach her to the side.
“Shit! I didn’t see you there,” she says, jumping as soon as she sees me in her periphery.
“That’s fine, now you do. So, I’m sure you’re thrilled about being chosen to perform in my club,” I begin, walking up to her slowly. She doesn’t get up from the bench; she simply gazes up at me as I grow closer to her. Her eyes are wide and apprehensive, but I can see that there’s a part of her that desperately wants to see how bad all of this can possibly get, how deep the rabbit hole goes.
“Yeah, of course. I didn’t really know how to thank you properly,” she confesses.
“Well, there’s no need to worry about thanking me yet, because you still have to pass a final test before I know if you’re truly worthy of the rank I gave you,” I reply.
Her eyes narrow, and her body language closes a bit. “I’m not a prostitute. I’ll dance for you however you want, but I don’t fuck for money,” she replies defensively, crossing her arms.
“See, that’s all you have to do. I want you to give me a lap dance. I wasn’t going to make you do it in front of all the other girls, though I have to admit I was tempted,” I say, putting the thought out of my head.
She bites her lip. “Okay, so what now?”
“Pick a song and give me a lap dance,” I reply.
Her face immediately flushes, her cheeks red and hot in contrast to her paper-white skin. “I didn’t know we were supposed to have a song prepared for a lap dance,” she stammers, playing with her fingers to distract herself from her embarrassment.
“Oh, I didn’t ask anyone else to do this. I want to see how well you work on the spot. Choose your favorite song and dance for me,” I encourage her.
She breathes in deeply, exhaling shakily. “Do you have a Bluetooth speaker or something? It’ll feel kind of cheap to dance on you in a locker room if the music is coming from my shitty phone speakers,” she stalls.
I shrug, texting Ariella to bring us a speaker. I figure if she wants to put in the effort, she must have been the right pick. I’ve already made up my mind about her. The rest is just a bonus for me.
Cambria connects her phone to the speaker and flips through hundreds of songs on multiple playlists before she finds one. When she begins to play it, I realize that I don’t recognize it at all. It doesn’t sound like anything the other girls picked.
I sit on the bench, and she approaches me slowly as she teases her clothes off. She moves in such an authentically sexy way that I wonder if this is how men are supposed to feel on their wedding night with the love of their lives. I’ve received plenty of lap dances before, but something about Cambria comes through more vibrantly. I can actuallyfeelher.
She smells amazing, too. Not overly fruity or sweet like the rest of the girls. Instead, the smell of her skin reminds me of the incense I would burn with my friend back in high school after smoking weed to try to cover the smell. I barely know Cambria at all, but she’s already brought me back to the stormy summer afternoons of my youth.
I’m getting carried away with this already.
As long as she doesn’t know, everything will be okay.
When she grinds her hips into mine, I feel overtaken by the urge to reach up her skirt and feel her skin. I want to feel how wet her pussy is, how aroused she is for me.
But I know I can’t.
This is just business, and I’ve run this club for long enough to understand the rules.
