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A quick glance to one of the other dancers doesn’t help me much. One of them is shaking her ass in the client’s face. I can attempt that, but I’ve never been much of a dancer. It gives me something to start with.
“Um. Keep—keep your hands to yourself, though,” I say in a trembling voice. I hear Giulio chuckle.
Mark scowls at me and crosses his arms over his chest. “Just get started.”
That’s it. No more stalling. I roll my hips a bit, like I might have at a dance club. But who am I kidding? I’ve only gone dancing once, on my eighteenth birthday, and only because my sister had dragged me there to celebrate. Even at college I’d preferred to stay in than go out partying with others.
“You can get a bit closer to him than that,” Giulio remarks. “Straddle one of his legs. Lean forward so he can get a nice view of your tits.”
“What tits?” Mark says snidely.
I blush. The shirt is long, and it’s big on me, but it doesn’t hide the fact that I’m not particularly well-endowed. Still, I obey, straddling one of his thighs and trying not to let my soaked panties press against his jeans. I’m beyond mortified, but I try to thrust my chest forward, chest out, like it’s really going to tantalize him.
Mark gives my chest one quick glance before casting his gaze lower. I stand up again, so I’m not on the verge of over-balancing, and do my best to turn around so I can shake my ass at him. It’s a clumsy maneuver though, and it leaves me face to face with Giulio. He has his lips pressed together in a suppressed smile.
“Uh, what the fuck? Is that cum on her thighs?” Mark says with disgust.
I freeze. I didn’t think my humiliation could get even worse, but here it is.
Giulio laughs openly. “Yeah, my cum. Keep dancing, Nessa.”
“Fuck, no. I don’t want to stare at some other dude’s cum! Can I get a different girl?” Mark pushes at my back, and I don’t need any further enticement to stop dancing. I’m tempted to run away entirely, back to my room, but Giulio has an arm extended in a clear indication that he wants me back on his lap.
I don’t want to return to him, but it’s somehow better than trying to entertain Mr. Mark Not-Smith. I slowly sink back down into his lap, shuddering.
“Barely five minutes at Stef’s rates… I think that’s twenty dollars,” Giulio says as he strokes my back. “Bump it up to thirty because that’s the funniest lap dance I’ve seen all year.”
“I’m not here for fuckingfunnylap dances,” Mark sputters, his face red. “First you give me a girl in tears, then you give me a girl with cum down her legs who can’t even dance… it’s like you want to drive away business!”
Giulio sighs and rolls his eyes. “I told you she was going to suck. And did you not just hear me tell you it’smycum? Are you insulting my girl here?” He stares up at me and winks. “Don’t worry, Nessa, baby,Ithought you were adorable.”
My cheeks are so red that I can feel them burning, and I stare down at the floor like I can just sink into it and vanish already. I should have stayed behind. But if I had, one of the other dancers would have been forced to entertain Mark.
“Even if it’s your cum! Or if she’s your girl! I deserve a real dance!”
Giulio kisses my collar, then looks back at Mark and chuckles. “You got your dance. Not my fault you didn’t listen to any of my warnings.”
Mark only gets angrier. “Warnings? You didn’t mention she couldn’t dance at all! You should—”
“Shut up. I’m bored of your whining.” Giulio looks over his shoulder and motions to somebody. The enforcer from earlier immediately comes over to us. “Abe, show Mr. MarkSmithout. If he’s really, really good, and maybe begs nicely, we might let him in again in a month.”
Abe nods. “Sure thing, boss.”
He grabs Mark’s arm, but Mark is having none of that. He struggles against Abe and starts shouting, “I’m a paying customer! You can’t treat me like this!”
Giulio yawns. “Yeah, yeah. Go pay somewhere else. Not Club Raven or Ecstasy though, since I own those places too.”
I wonder just how many of these clubs he owns, and there’s a part of me that wishes I could be at one of the better clubs.
I instantly feel guilty for the thought, but I already hate it here, where the entitled assholes feel free to feel up the women and get away with it with barely a slap on the wrist. It wouldn’t change if I was here or not, though.
Abe ends up grabbing Mark by the neck, which shuts him up quickly, and leads him out of the club. Some people stare, but for the most part, the men are more interested in dancing women than unruly customers.
Giulio strokes my thigh and smiles up at me. “What a night, eh? You saw so much action today. And gave the world’s most hilarious lap dance.”
The only one amused here is Giulio.
“Yeah,” I say flatly. “Can I go back to my room now?” I’ve had enough of this, and I’ve had enough of him.
