Celestia
"I have no idea Lucy, I just stared at him and did this," I say as I mimic what I did as I stared at the man who was sitting in the middle of the VIP section.
"Ha! You probably made the poor man come in his pants." she laughs.
"Probably, 'cause I saw him leave with a brunette upstairs to the rooms."
"Awe the poor thing, had to satisfy his cravings." Lucy laughs again as she's changing into her next outfit.
I grin at the joke and plop myself down on my chair.
"Amazing job Cherry! They loved it tonight!" states Kevin as he wraps me in a very tight hug.
"Ha, you're welcome, I heard the owner was here tonight so I gave it my best."
"And your best paid off," he replies as he pulls out a fat wad of cash from his pocket and tips it over to me. "Courtesy of a gentleman in the VIP section, one of the owner's friends. They have a private room upstairs--number two -- and they have requested you."
"Oh." I almost shudder at the thought of all of them in that tiny room but I push the feeling down. I take the stack of money from him, stuffing it in my bag, and start to take off my shoes but Kevin stops me.
"No need to change, they want you as you are. You're doing the same routine for them."
"Ugh, fun," I say with a fake half-smile.
Kevin pats me on the back and leaves me to freshen up. I spray perfume all over me, fluff out my hair once more and place my red mask on. As I walk to the stairs in the back to the left of the VIP section, horny men are slipping bills in the straps of my underwear, and honestly, I'm not complaining. About the money I mean. Once I get to the top of the stairs I make a right turn to the series of red doors labeled with gold numbers. James was waiting in front of room two and when he sees me he wiggles his eyebrows and does a mocking pole dance as he laughs. I laugh as well, which calms my nerves down a little and he gives me a wink and mutters that I got this as he opens the door for me. I plant a kiss on his cheek and enter the room. As if there couldn't be enough red in the world. Room number two was called the red room. I was very interested in that room. There is usually some kind of bed but tonight a pole replaces it in the middle of the room with chairs and couches around it. However, the walls were still filled with many toys and all kinds of contraptions. Ropes, cuffs, whips, you name it. We had three rooms in total and each one of them was a different color, the first room was neon-ish lemon yellow, the second was cherry red, and the last was electric purple and they each had their own type of theme. The red room was BDSM. I could never figure out how many women just blatantly obeyed someone. I don't think I could ever. I never even listened to my parents as a kid, no luck trying to tame me as an adult now.
I could feel every pair of eyes that stared me down. I felt naked. And I looked like it too since my outfit was red and the lights were red, the colors mixed in with my warm beige skin. Sitting in the middle of the room near the back was the same man I crooked my finger at. This time his suit jacket is gone and his button-down shirt have all the buttons undone except for maybe the last three or four. He has a glass of bourbon in his right hand and his legs are spread out in a dominant position as if to say he can control me as he lays back in his chair. He can't control me. Tonight I owned him. I owned all of them. I take my place at the pole and I hear James at my ear on the earpiece I have in.
"You ready Cherry?" he whispers.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I whisper back and the music begins to blast through the speakers.
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Ramon
The second that she hit the ground my breathing hitched. She had a hold on me and she knew it too. Her warm, dancing, lash-fringed eyes never faltered as she crawls toward me, very slowly, as if she doesn't see my already building hard-on and the quick rise and fall of my chest.
"Y'all have two seconds to leave this room," I growl at the other men in the room. Never breaking eye contact with her. They look amongst themselves then collectively leave. One whispers to me.
"Have fun. She looks yummy."
"Oh, I will," I smirk.
Once everyone is gone and it's just me and her she stands up and circles me in my chair as if I was her prey. A predator who hasn't had a meal in years. I yearn to have her closer. As I reach for her she pushes herself away just enough so that my fingers only graze her toned stomach.
"Uh, uh, uh, don't you know the rules?" she smiles and says tauntingly. "No touching."
"The rules don't apply to me."
"I'm sure that's what every man thinks." she giggles and leans over me. Her arms are on both sides of the seat and her legs are mirroring her arms so that I'm fully placed in between her, making it so I can't move. "I don't care who you are. For tonight I own you. You do not touch me unless I ask you to. You just sit there like a pretty boy and let me take care of you."
"You have a dirty mouth young lady, I can fire you for that. I'm the owner of this entire place so if we're being technical, I own you." I smile back and stare at her in the eyes. Challenging her. She comes down and squats in front of me.
"As the owner of this place, you should know the rules better than anyone, after all, you enforced them. Now I am the face of this strip club, hence the name Cherry Pop, there are a dozen other strip clubs I could be at but I'm here so either you shut your mouth and let me work or leave."
She had me dumbfounded. No one, I mean no one had ever talked to me this way.
"You may continue."
She nods gives me a wink as she spreads my legs and snakes her way in between them and moves up to meet my face. She darts out her tongue and flicks it against the tip of my nose. I'm going to lose all self-control with this woman. I want her. Right now. I grab both of her arms and twist her around in one swift motion so that she falls into my lap. I can feel her breathing quicken as she leans against me.
"Please. Let me touch you. I won't harm you I promise. I don't want to fuck. I just want to get you off. Please let me. I'll make it worth it." I breathe down her neck."
She was quiet. I'm guessing thinking of all the possibilities that I could do to make her feel good.
She sighs with a hint of moaning which awakens my erection even more. My grip tightens on her wrists and she dips her head back to look up at me.
"May I?" I whisper.
She nods again as she bites her lip and arches back. I press my lips against her neck, nibbling at the spot until it shows a dark bruise, and trail my hand down to squeeze her right breast. I continue to trail my hand down until it reached the top of her panties. I play with the elastic band of it and she then moves her right hand that was hooked around my neck and guides my hand further down. I take that as a sign and I slip a finger inside of her. She coils in satisfaction and moans into my neck. I start to stroke her clit in lazy circles and her mouth opens as she struggles to let out a full breath.
"Faster..." she finally breathes out.
I grant her wish and she continues to moan as she squirms above me. The way her ass moves against me makes me want to take her home to my room fuck her all night and then some more, and never let her leave.
"Mine," I growl as I pull my hand away and turn her around to straddle me. I smash my lips against her and her lips move with mine in sync. I stop to collect myself and I stare into her intriguing green eyes. What very pretty eyes.
"Take off your mask."
"I'd like to keep it on please," she mumbles.
"Why? I want to see your beautiful face."
"I-I just don't feel comfortable doing that. At least not now. Maybe if you stop by another time?"
I look at her and slightly cock my head to the side.
"Well can I take mine off?"
"If you'd like. You're the owner after all."
"So you finally accept it." I chuckle as I untie my mask and slip it off.
As I look up at her, her eyes seem to dilate and she stiffens up.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"I-I'm fine. Um I'm sorry this was wonderful, but excuse me. I-I have t-to go. I understand if you want to get your money back I'll ha-"
"I don't give a fuck about the money."
"Oh-okay then. I'm so sorry," she says as she gets off of me and hurries out the door.
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Celestia
Oh my God. OH MY GOD! I've never run out of a room so fast.
"Damn girl, why the rush? He didn't hurt you did he?" asks James.
"No, I'm fine. At least physically. You wanna know who's in there? See for yourself." I say as I rush down the stairs and into the nearest bathroom. I get into the furthest stall from the door and slide down against the wall until I touch the ground. I should've never let him touch me. But my sexual side just had to take over, didn't it. I wish I'd just done the routine and left. I began to slightly panic as I thought of seeing him tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. I was going to see that man every day for the rest of my life. Know why? Cause the man that I had just let touch me was not only my boss's boss at this club but he's also none other than my boss Mr. Osgood. I should've fucking known he owned this club. He's rich, it's near his building--Damnit why haven't I placed the pieces together early on? I mentally scold myself for being so stupid until I hear a knock on the stall door.
"C are you okay? I heard what happened."
It was Lucy. I reach up to unlock the stall and she comes right in and sits on the cold floor beside me.
"I'm sorry, your life must suck right now huh."
"Yep, there's no way I can show up to work now."
"Yes you can, look at it this way, he took off his mask. Not you. So he has no idea that it was you who was all over him tonight."
"Yeah but I know, I let him touch me."
"You'll be fine, if anyone can get through this mess it's you," she says as she gives me a squeeze and gets up, holding out her hand. I sigh, take her hand and she pulls me up. We walk to the dressing room and I change into my second outfit of the day. This one was all black this time. I put on my long black leather boots and change my makeup style drawing a long and thick line on my eyelids. I make a fake slit on my eyebrows to change it up as well and reapply my red lipstick. Once I'm done I turn to hook my arm around Lucy's hand and we both walk out to the pit, waiting to be announced for our duet.
As we get on stage for the last time tonight, I feel the pits of my stomach churn. I'd thought the feeling had gone down by now. There he was staring into my eyes. Even with the long distance between us, I could see the look in his eyes. Hunger, frustration, lust, and most of all, Power. I felt like my throat was closing up and my brain could no longer function. I hated this icky feeling. I will never let a man overpower me. Especially in my own territory. I quickly pull myself together and set myself in place below Lucy. I stare back at him and wink as I bite my lip. He wants to play? I'll play, and I play very dirty.