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“Fair enough. I’ve got an extra car you can borrow. I need to go out to the office for a little while today anyway. I had a spare key made for you.”
“You just have an extra car?” I look at him like he’s grown an extra head.
He shrugs, like it’s no big deal that he just has several cars. “I’ve got a couple. I told you I run my own business.”
I head upstairs to get dressed, unsure of how to even reply to something like that. Maddox is more than just rich. Maddox isrichrich.
“I’m gonna head out, Belle. I’ll give you a call in a little while.”
I like that he’s trying to give me space. He’s learned that I get uncomfortable if he starts crowding me.
After a quick google search, I find several strip clubs nearby. Stripping makes good money, and I’ve been doing it for so long it would be silly not to just continue what I know I’m good at.
“Can I help you?” a gorgeous brunette asks me when I walk into Firefly. It’s a high-end strip club that’s actually only a couple of blocks from Maddox’s place.
“Yeah. I just moved here and was wondering if ya’ll are hiring?” She looks me up and down in approval.
“You ever been a stripper before, hunny?”
“Yeah, I have. Not in a place as nice as this one, but I’ve been doing it for a long time.”
“You’re not the first small town girl to come out here and try to find her way, and you won’t be the last. I’m Natasha. If you’ve got what it takes, I’ll be your boss. Got a favorite song? I’ll turn it on and let you audition.”
“Supermanby Eminem.” She eyes me, like that’s the first time she’s ever had someone give her that song. I’m sure it is. I’m a different kind of girl than the ones that usually grace these stages.
“Alright, I’m intrigued. Let’s see what ya got.” She gestures towards the stage.
Thankfully, I was smart enough to wear my heels. I step on the stage and wait for the music to play. I direct all my attention to Natasha.
Once the beat starts, my body takes over. I strut towards the pole, never breaking eye contact. When my fingers grip the cold pole, I immediately feel at home.
Putting my back to the pole, I arch my body and grind against the metal. Gliding down the pole, I reach to the hem of my sundress and pull it over my head.
I’m always prepared. Natasha doesn’t even look shocked to see a black lace lingerie set underneath my clothes.
I twist my body around the pole and finally wrap my legs around the cold metal. The feeling of freely hanging from your legs with your back arched is exhilarating.
When the song ends, Natasha joins me on stage. She steps into my personal space, but as a stripper, you learn to let that slide.
“That was amazing. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Belle. My name's Belle.”
“Well, you’ve got yourself a job, Belle. I’m impressed.” I feel her fingers travel up my bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
“You’re beautiful. I’m sure you know that.”
This isn’t new either. It’s pretty typical to have your boss try and sleep with you when you work in places like these. I don’t respond. I let her touch. If I want a job, then this is something I need to do.
When she realizes that I’m not going to push her away, her hands travel a bit more aggressively. Her fingers trace the outline of my breasts through the material of my clothes. I feel my nipples harden at the contact.
She leans in and whispers huskily into my ear. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Her tongue darts out, licking my earlobe.
She’s lying though. I have to do whatever she wants me to do. Especially if I want this job.
Her teeth nibble at my earlobe and I let out a small moan. My hands find their way into her hair.
I’ve been with plenty of people. Men and women. In my line of work, you find out quickly that you can’t be picky.
