Valerie
I was thankful that I was not late else my organizer would have had my ass. I worked two jobs, my daytime job as a secretary in an old printing press where I was poorly paid. And the second one at Eden, a stripper club for wealthy men. I know you are probably judging me, but strippers and prostitutes are actually different. And besides, the pay here was better than the one I got from being a secretary. I even got huge tips if I performed very well in one night.
I was in the dressing room for the amateurs, naked women were everywhere, some were wearing just thongs with their breasts naked, and some were fully naked not covered by anything. I was among the ones that were bra less.
I was sitting down facing a mirror as I applied my stage make-up. The other girls around me were gossiping about their senior colleagues. The senior strippers had their own dressing room, and it was a sign of disrespect if you went there without being promoted. I didn't mingle with any of them since they were all sly bitches and snitches.
If I was honest, I didn't actually think any of them here liked each other. If put accurately, they were only allies for a while till they turned on each other. I was wearing my sexy black bra when one of the girls called Lily asked me a question.
"So what do you think about this outfit Nyx?" That was my stage name. I made sure to keep both parts of my life separate. I even wore a long straight black wig to go with it. I didn't want anyone from work to see something like this.
"Looks good." I said offhandedly, applying pink glittering eye shadow to the side of my eyes.
"Thank you." I just hummed, I knew that they were trying to get me to talk with them. I started working here three months ago and, ever since, haven't really belonged, and I didn't want to.
I stood up and picked my black strapless bra from the tabletop and wore it. I looked at myself in the mirror, and damn was I looking sexy. I was wearing a full black lingerie set with net stockings paired with red stilettos. My face was beautifully made-up, complimenting my toffee-brown skin with my red lipstick painted on my lips. My eyes were curved sensually, and most people had told me I had seductive eyes which were inherited from my Arab ancestry. I was still admiring myself in the mirror when our handler, Jayden, entered the dressing room. Neither of us was fazed by his presence since we were already used to it, and he was pining for the opposite sex.
"Nyx you are up next." We never used our regular names in the club, we picked a completely different new name. He signaled back at the stage, a busty blonde was sliding round the pole. I moved to the backstage, watching the blonde on stage. She was performing a heavy set of acrobatics that seemed impossible on the pole. After her performance, the audience clapped and some of the men whistled at her. She bowed and picked up all the cash on the floor.
Jayden entered the stage, holding a mic to his lips.
"And for the next act, let me present to you Nyx." Some of the audience clapped, and I took a breath before walking onto the stage with my head held up high and my shoulders straight.
A seductive song was playing in the background. I started with my routine of holding the pole and walking round it. I lost myself in the music undulating my body in different sensual positions. I arched my back a little shaking my ass and swinging my hips to the beat of the music.
After five minutes of dancing, the music came to a slow stop and the place was filled with applause and money on the stage. I bowed down in appreciation and picked up all the money on the floor of the stage.
The money was much and I was thankful that I was going to be taking something home after all. Jayden was waiting for me offstage with a big smile on his face.
"You always cease to amaze me every time you perform on stage." He complimented me.
"Thank you." I remembered the time I came here for the auditions when they were looking for a new recruit. I was almost not considered for the job, but I had to beg Jayden to take a chance on me and now we both weren't regretting that decision. I was walking to the dressing room when Jayden spoke,
"Before I forget, someone asked for you in the VIP room." That stopped me in my tracks as I turned to look at him with disbelief on my face.
"Yes Nyx you are being requested for." Only VIP dancers had the opportunity to get requested by clients.
I have heard that the money you get just for one night was enough to change your life if you were sensible. I can't even imagine being asked for one week straight up. I would be leaving this lifestyle alone.
"OK, let me refresh myself, I am feeling sweaty."
"Ok no problem, Mike will escort you to the room assigned to your client." He looked at his watch. "You've got ten minutes top."
"Thank you." I was really appreciated all what Jayden had done for me.
"Don't thank me, thank yourself it's all you. Don't keep the client waiting " He hollered as he moved around calling for the next girl to be on stage.
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After taking a quick shower in the workers' bathroom, I put on another sexy black lingerie and donned a robe on it. I also reapplied my make-up, making it lighter this time long black wig on my head. I walked out of the dressing room and saw Mike standing just outside the door. Mike was one of the bouncers who worked in the club. He looked like a heavy linebacker pumped with steroids, and he helped in throwing out touchy-feely clients, separating cat fights among the girls and escorting them to the VIP rooms.
"How have you been Mike?" I asked him as he led the way to the VIP section.
"Been good." He grunted back in response. He didn't talk much and didn't like pestering him. We walked in silence as we passed through the crowd.
When we reached the VIP section, another bouncer was standing guard in front. Mike nodded to him, and he stepped to the side allowing us to pass through.
The VIP section was indescribable, it was so classy and plush, decorated with rich beautiful colors. We passed the section reserved for VIP members, that is rich and influential men of society who visited Eden to relieve stress and being doted on by the dancers. I almost banged my face on Mike's back when he suddenly stopped in front of a black door. I didn't ask to know that my client was in there waiting for me. I opened the door with a swooshing sound and saw Mike standing guard before closing it with a click. The room was bathed in the glow of blue light. I could see the silhouette of my client sitting on the chair in the center of the room. My heart was beating fast in my chest, I felt anxious because this was my first time performing privately for a client.
I felt like running out of the room even though my face was neutral on the outside. About my client. I didn't even know if he was old, young or middle-aged. But I hoped that it wasn't some old pervert wanting to feel me.
"Are you Nyx?" He spoke with a deep voice. From his voice, I guessed that he was younger, like his mid-thirties or early forties.
"Yes I am." I moved forward to stand on the pole, straining to see his face.
"Move closer, I want a lap dance." My eyes widened with alarm. I had never given anyone a lap dance, not even ex-boyfriends. But the good part was that I knew the routine of it.I moved closer to him and stood in front of him. l saw the remote on the table with the stereo blasting Ride by Ciara. Yeah, I could work with that. I started moving my body to the sensual music, whining my waist and going down to the floor holding his thighs for support.
His thighs tensed at the touch but relaxed after a minute. I slowly stood up from the ground and traced my hands slowly from his thighs to his shoulders. During this we were both silent except for our loud breathing and the music playing softly in the background. I had to give it to this guy. Underneath his clothes were hard slabs of muscle. My breathing was getting uneven as I straddled him but didn't allow our groin area to touch. I swung my hips and shook my ass to the beat when I felt his hands touch my waist.
"You are not allowed to touch me Mister." I slowed down my movements.
"That's if you don't want it." He responded, making me ask the question. Did I want it?
"I don't consent to it." My hands were still resting on his shoulders. He didn't say anything else, and I took that as a go-ahead to continue with the lap dance. I swiveled my hips and lowered my body a little closer to his crotch.
I was getting lost in the heat of the moment when I felt his big hands on the slope of my waist. I didn't reprimand him, just kept dancing away.
His hands slowly caressed my waist to my back and were moving all over my body.I was getting turned on, and there were already traces of sweat on my body. The lap dance was getting out of hand with him. I was already grinding on his hard groin and was almost close to moaning out loud.
He was gripping my ass cheeks tight and if I could see his face now, I was sure it was tightened by need. He pressed open-mouthed kisses on my neck and my shoulders. I turned my neck to give him more space to do it.
The sound of a timer brought me back to planet earth as I climbed off and left the room like dogs were on my heels.