BELLADONNA: The Deadly Nightshade
09 – DN and The VIP Guests
Lana Del Rey's sexy, seductive voice came over the loudspeaker. The song 'West Coast', which was played too often, was ringing in Belle's ears.
She let out a sigh before stepping into the crowd. Trying to immerse herself in this sinful excitement. Almost-naked bodies waddling across the stage surrounded by dozens of men who were busy whistling, glaring at women's buttocks and breasts; only those two things were the reason they came here.
One thing that is most important but sometimes they can't do, is to have intercourse with one of them. Until now, Belle has never involved with any of her clients. Many of them asked her and offered her a price that was enough to make her drool, but no thanks.
Belle knows she can't get full body contact with either of them because she loves her body too much, she doesn't want to make love to a stranger.
Her ego was too big to trade her body for several dollar bills. Belle walked around the bar, smiling at a few men who glanced at her, Belle deliberately cast a seductive glance at them.
She numbed her conscience and opened her ears, letting Lana Del Rey's notes and lyrics sink into her.
'Down on the West Coast, they got a sayin' "If you're not drinkin ', then you're not playing."
Belle walked over to the bar. Dave, the bartender winked at her and put down a glass of gin and vodka. Without hesitation Belle took a sip and winced as it burned her throat.
The effect was immediate, Belle smiled. Now, she's ready for whatever happens tonight. Bring it on!!
A well-built blond man was standing next to her and ordering a beer, he smiled briefly at Belle "Hi."
"Hi." Belle replied, with her trademark stripper mode. She tilted her head and studied the man.
Polo shirt, jeans, sneakers. Typical. "Are you new?" Belle asked, she had never seen him before.
"Yeah, it's our first time here." He answered while grabbing two beers from the table, he nodded towards the booth not far from the bar, "My pal and I."
Belle smiled crookedly when she saw what the blonde friend was like. He's so damn handsome. Yummy. "You have an interesting friend, there."
She laughed "Yeah, all women say that. I'm Brayton, by the way."
"Dee-aNne." Belle replied. Every stripper here didn't used their real name. Everything is fake, even their smiles are fake.
"Wha…?" Brayton asked, unable to hide his confusion.
'She's famous as The Deadly Nightshade." Dave chimed in, he was wiping the table, glanced meaningfully towards Belle.
Brayton was taken aback for a moment before he could say the words, "Wow."
"I bet you don't know what DN stands for." Belle giggled, before Brayton answered, Belle tapped his shoulder as he walked away and whispered, "Don't mind me, just have fun tonight."
Belle walked towards the stage, joined by her friends who were busy rocking to the beat of rap music with the dirtiest explicit lyrics. Belle stood on the stage and grabbed the pole, began to rock. The spotlights flashed at her. Slightly dazzled her, Belle closed her eyes and enjoyed the song.
You can stare but you can't touch. You can admire what you can't have.
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The night goes on without Belle really doing her job.
She danced on the stage as several men tucked dollar bills into the rubber of her thongs. Doing a lap dance for a loyal customer.
Mr. Richardson comes here a lot and since the first time he met "The Deadly Nightshade" he's been in love with Belle.
Every time he came to this club, he always asked for a lap dance. Fortunately, the man never asked for more and was quite satisfied just by looking at Belle's body moves in front of him. That's why she never said no to that old man.
Belle smiled broadly at Mr. Richardson when she finished dancing over the old man's crotch "Thank you, sir. Have a good night."
"Dee-aNne. Join me for a drink?" he asked hopefully.
Belle smiled at the half-drunk face of a man who has salt and pepper hair.
"Sorry, I have to go. Bye, Mr. Richardson, see you!" she waved, refusing her guest's invitation to drink.
There is no written prohibition on sitting with guests when her shift is over, but Belle chooses to hurry back to her flat and start packing.
There was a groan full of disappointment from Mr. Richardson, Belle smiles and walks backstage. Towards a dimly lit hallway to one door that read 'Staff and Girls' she pushed casually. The night was over, and she had to start racking her brains on how to find a place to stay.
Belle was just about to enter the locker room when Mark's hand pulled her, "Belle, you've been summoned to ER now."
'What the hell, Mark?!" Belle surprised as she jerked her hand away from Mark's grasp. "My shift is up!"
Mark frowned, he glared at Belle "I know. But this guest asked you to come."
Belle frowned. "Which guest? Mr. Richardson? I just gave him the passionate lap dance he's ever seen. He gave me some bucks tonight."
Not much but enough for her to eat for the next two days.
Mark chuckled. "Trust me, you don't want to miss this guest's request. He's loaded! You will get a tip for a month's meal!"
Belle raised her eyebrows, "Oh, yeah?" she asked, looking up at Mark who was towering in front of her "So, who's this 'loaded' guy?"
Mark shrugged his shoulders "I don't know his name. But he looks rich. He's filthy rich! C'mon Belle, make him cum and you got the check!"
Without hearing Belle's answer, Mark had pulled Belle to the ER room in another part of the hallway while continuing to chatter "He and his friend asked 5 girls and one of them is you. His friend asked 'Dee-aNne, hot mysterious girl'. See, Belle? You just hit the jackpot!"
Belle couldn't answer Mark's comments about her new assignment. What 'a hot mysterious girl?!'
The best compliment everyone can give her is 'The poor-girl who got kicked out of her flat because of-the-scumbag-bastard-called-brother!'
Now, that's just right.
They walked down the hall and came to a door with a gold plaque gilded with the letter VIP. Mark turned to Belle with a big smile and eyes filled with dollar signs.
"Okay, baby. Make me proud. If you can beat this rich guy, I'll give you two days off. How that sound? OK, right? Really okay. Okay, Dee-aNne. Go and make him cum, BIG TIME!!"
Mark opened the door and pushed Belle while patting her ass to enter the soundproof room that was already filled with several fellow strippers. The sound of music set at high volume sounds deafening.
Belle took a deep breath. Okay, for the two days of leave and tips she was going to get, she had to delay her leaving. She saw Anne, Diana, Tracy and Nina dancing, laughing and drinking booze. Belle narrowed her eyes when she saw who the super-rich guy Mark been talking about. She scowled.
It was the guy who had asked her to chat at the bar. Belle grinned and walked over to the two boys. It's just a piece of cake. She can handle these men.
"Hey, guys. Are you missing me?" she asked sassily, hands on her hips. She deliberately puffed out her sexy looking chest as she pursed her lips, giving off a sensual effect on her red lips.
The blonde guy who had asked her to talk at the bar smiled at Belle. "Hey, Dee-aNne. Wanna suck some cock?' he asked, grinning.
Oh, yeah. He's definitely high right now. Fucking high!
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