The night or should I say, the morning finally came to an end and the club became empty which seemed like a miracle every single time. Cookie was settling all the other girls with their earnings for the night and I was the last she attended to because I made the most money tonight, just like every other night. I was seated at the bar, drinking some water while I waited for her to call me.
"See you tonight, Cherry," The last girl said as she walked past me.
"I'm not going to be here, Juicy. I only work Saturdays, remember?" I said back and blew her one of my signature kisses.
"Of course," Juicy replied with a hint of jealousy and it made me smirk.
"Cherry, get over her and get your money," Cookie called out.
I got off the bar stool and walked over to Cookie. She handed me a large wad of fifties and I took it and put it in my purse.
"You're not going to count it?" Cookie asked with a raised brow.
"That's not necessary. I trust you," I replied with a smile.
"I'm glad to hear that," Cookie said and handed me another wad of hundreds, "It seems you have a new fan. He asked me to give this to you personally,"
"Did he say who he was?" I asked, surprised to see so much money from a single client.
"Nope! Just claimed to really enjoy your show,"
"Thank you," I said and took the cash, "Guess, I'll see you next Saturday."
"Sure. Next Saturday," Cookie replied weirdly, like she thought something was up with me.
I turned around and made my way to the exit. I walked out of the club and into the street to get a cab that would take me home. I waited by the side of the road for a taxi and suddenly, a dark Range Rover pulled up beside me. The tinted windows of the passenger side rolled down and the same man from my show was inside. When I saw his face, I felt it again but this time, I didn't let it control me.
"Good evening, Miss Cherry. Wonderful show you put on tonight," He said with a deep voice and an accent I'd never heard before but it was certainly an African accent.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Although, it didn't really seem like you did, seeing as you never tipped me,"
I found it a little insulting that he never got up like the other men in the club and I wasn't scared to let him know it.
"But I did tip you. My tip was probably more than all you made tonight," He said.
"So, you're the one who asked Cookie to give me that money?" I said when I realized it.
"That's right and I have a business proposition for you," He said.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance when I realized what he was going to ask for, "I don't entertain so if you're looking for a prostitute, look elsewhere,"
"That isn't the business I want to offer you, Miss Cherry," He said with so much charisma and confidence, that I felt my legs turn to butter.
"It's cold and it's late. You probably have to get home so I'll call you tomorrow so we can meet up and go through the terms of what I have to offer. Goodnight, Miss Cherry," He said and his windows rolled up.
His car drove away and I was left standing there with so many questions in my head that included: Who was this man, what business did he want with me and why does his presence make me so aroused? I guess I'll find out tomorrow.