*Falcon*
Falcon forced herself not to roll her eyes as she gripped the pole on stage and swayed her hips to the loud, sensual thump of the music's beat. Her long pointed black nails glided across her shoulders as she teased her bra straps down. Then, reaching behind her back, she unfastened the red-laced bra and slowly let it fall into her free hand. The gentlemen occupying lavish, dark pink leather U-shaped couches distributed throughout the club roared with anticipation. She imagined them to be hungry dogs- and they were eagerly awaiting their meal.
In her opinion, the only difference between working at a strip club and this gentleman's club was the attire of the customers and how fat their wallets were. Everything else remained dully the same.
She slowly moved around the pole, her seven-inch faux black scaled Pleasers heels with their gold stiletto glided gracefully along the stage floor as she gripped the pole with both hands and lifted her body up. The hooting turned to "oohs" and "ahhs" as she hooked her right leg high on the pole and flipped so that she looked as if she were flying like a superhero, with only her now straightened legs and skin holding her on the pole.
Falcon then grabbed the pole once more and did a few easy pole tricks as she slowly made her way back down the pole. When her heels touched the floor, she leaned back against the pole and arched her back – exposing her large breasts fully. The cool air of the club's aircon made her nipples tighten as she exposed them to her audience but she did not feel the cold too much otherwise. Instead, the pole dance and the hot purple stage lights made her feel as if she may slip on all the sweat, which she now dripped all over the wooden stage floor.
She could feel hungry eyes on her and she knew she had them exactly where she wanted them. She placed her signature vixen-like smile on her face and pretended to look into the eyes of the blacked-out figures in the audience. The blinding purple and pink stage lights always blocked out the ability to see the customers so she had to make do and pretend. They did not know she could not see them and she would know her targets when she got off stage anyway.
She slid her fingers along the lining of her laced panties and when she was done teasing them with that, she took her index finger and ran it slowly up from her belly button to her breasts and circled them.
A song by Toby Mai-Angel played next and she knew it was her cue to get off stage. With her two-song catwalk complete she longed to take a shower before she started working customers for dances. She made her way slowly off stage, picking up her bra and money. As she made her way down the steps, she carefully clipped her bra back on as she got off.
Falcon scanned the room, taking stock of which eyes continued to watch her as she moved through the room towards a back room for the dancers to change and shower. At least four customers watched her as she moved. She almost smiled at the thought of making enough for rent tonight.
She was stopped in her tracks as a strong hand grabbed hold of her wrist. It was gentle but she somehow knew that it would still not be an easy grip to break free from if she needed to. Falcon took a deep breath in and forced herself to carefully school her features as she did every time she had to interact with customers. She ensured that as she turned to face the man, that he would see nothing but desire and seduction in her features be it false or real.
However, as she finally turned enough to meet the man's gaze, her eyes instead found a set of broad shoulders. The black, collared button-up shirt desperately clung tightly to his body. Its buttons took visible strain as the shirt struggled not to burst with each of the movements his muscles made. Her gaze continued to trail up and follow the curve of his tanned neck and she wondered what he smelt like. Her nose only now registering the intoxicating musk of his cologne. The scent reminded her of the smell of the forest that engulfed her family's holiday cottage.
Breaking her thoughts away from her family's cottage – not wanting to be reminded of them, Falcon's eyes ascended up passed his clenched jaw, the shape of it reminding her of a diamond- unbreakable and resolute. Nothing round or soft about it at all. She finally met his own gaze on her and found herself being enchanted by eyes of deep forest green. His dark red hair getting a flash of purple as the stage lights circled around the club. The fake desire she had carefully schooled onto her face turned into something more genuine as heat and wetness pooled between her thighs. Sparking something intense and fiery within her core and soul that she was not yet ready to read into just yet.
The next song by Red Leather played – the change of music tempo snapping her out of the trance.
This was work, not a night out with the girls. She thought sternly to herself.
She sensually ran her pierced tongue along the edge of her top lip and then bit her pierced bottom lip. His eyes followed her every move as if he wanted to consume her whole. With a careful step closer, she rested her hand on his shoulder for support as she stood on the tips of her heels to whisper into his ear.
"I'll be with you shortly, my love. I just need to freshen up for you."
Goddess, he smelt good. His musky scent flooded her senses all over again, making her wetter than she already was. He could have her here and now at this rate. However, she needed to be more disciplined with herself. This was work and she needed to hold her ground. If the challenge was too easy then she would lose this game of cat and mouse and in turn, lose out on any potential money she could make.
Distracted by her thoughts, she lost her balance and winced as her foot bent awkwardly. With cat-like reflexes, he quickly grabbed her and held her in place, using his own body to support her. Falcon's cheeks flushed and heated as she tentatively pushed against his shoulders to release herself when her feet eventually found their balance.
He took a small step back after letting her go but didn't seem to want to let Falcon get too far away from him. As if she might run from him.
And she just might after that clumsy misstep of hers.
"What is your name?" the stranger questioned, although it felt more like a demand with the way his deep voice rolled and rumbled through her ears.
If ears could get horny…Falcon imagined listening to this man talk to her sensually would send them spiralling into orgasm.
"You can call me Nova." Falcon said with a smile, "What is your name?" She asked, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side.
His full lips dropped into a frown and his jaw clenched again. Even seeing the annoyance in his eyes, Falcon felt indifferent to his discontent when she offered her stage name instead of her real one. Most men knew coming into a club of this nature that the girls would never cough up their real names. Most even had separate phones dedicated to 'outside' bookings.
"My name is Rade." He grumbled- reaching into his denim jeans pocket and pulled out a smoke.
As he pulled out the silver zip lighter from the other pocket and brought it to the cigarette that was now pressed between his lips, Falcon moved quickly to place her slender hand over the lighter before he could light it. He paused and his eyes locked onto Falcon's once more. Questioning and demanding answers of her without him having to say a single word.
"You can't smoke in here- "she explained carefully to him without breaking eye contact, "If you go up the stairs behind me, you will find a smokers lounge and bar- wait for me there."
He nodded in acknowledgement and put the lighter away while plucking the cigarette from his lips and carefully placed it behind his ear. Then without a word, moved passed her and made his way up the stairs.
Falcon sighed and continued on her path, although she could feel his eyes on her as he watched from the glass walls of the smoker's lounge above.
At least she knew she would have her rent money tonight.
Within Minutes, Falcon had managed to change into a custom-made one-piece lingerie outfit crafted out of faux leather. She had also swiftly rinsed off the sweat she had accumulated during her catwalk, utilizing one of the available showers and wet wipes from her bag. The water remained consistently cold during every shift, but none of us complained, as more often than not, we were left hot and sweaty after a full night of performing.
Taking a deep breath, Falcon exited the room and returned to the lounge area, ensuring her face adorned a subtle smile. On the elevated stage, there were now two dancers performing a special midnight show for the club's members.
Getting back to the task at hand, she turned and shifted her gaze up towards the smoker's lounge and a sense of disappointment set into her shoulders as she failed to find Rade. However, she couldn't blame him for not waiting for her. The clients who walked in here were either here often enough to know who they wanted or they were so green that they were easily lured away by multiple girls if given the chance.
Falcon let out a soft sigh and moved towards a nearby man who sat alone in his booth but before she could introduce herself, one of the waitresses handed her a receipt for Falcon to host a VIP.
I looked into her soft brown eyes and gave her a questioning look.
"The man from earlier booked you to host him in the VIP area tonight, Boss wants you up there as soon as possible." She explained and then apologized to the other customer for Falcon as she turned and made her way up the stairs to the VIP Section that was on the opposite side of the smoker's lounge.
Hosting for the night meant she would have her rent and then some, even after the club's cut. VIP clients often had more than one girl in their company but she didn't mind, in fact, she welcomed the challenge. She was convinced that she could charm even the most stubborn customer to take her for more dances. Given Rade's good looks and commanding energy, she half-expected ten more dancers to be surrounding him, ensuring he was properly entertained. Yet, as she entered the intimately dimly lit room, she was surprised to find only Rade.
Falcon put all her focus on each step, one heeled toe needed to gracefully follow the other, all while trying to ignore how alert her body was to his intense gaze. Her body desired him so intensely that it trembled.
She would know he was devouring her with his eyes even if she wasn't looking at him. As she took each step to close the distance between them, she did not break eye contact. Knowing it was important if you wanted to keep the interest of any customer.
"I've been waiting, patiently for you." He said huskily.
She placed her signature vixen-like smile in response. Only it was not false as all the others had been before she met him. No. This time she genuinely felt something rise within her.
She would enjoy this game and she was confident that she would be the winner in the end.