Chapter Soundtrack: Needed Me by Rihanna
AMAYA'S POV
As always, I had to make money to keep my bills paid and life on track, even though the way I was doing it was something my parents would roll in the grave for but that was what happened when my family was cheated, and I had nothing to call my very own. Dancing on a small stage with a pole was the only way to keep food on my table.
I applied the last touch of my red lipstick and stared at the crimson mask on my makeup desk. The mask was the only thing that I had left that signified dignity. Everyone knew me as Crimson in Club 888 when I was wearing the mask. While I was a loser, without a future or hope outside the mask.
"Amaya, you're up in five. Get ready!"
I sighed and picked up the mask then put it on. I stared at my reflection feeling different. The only visible parts of my face were my lips and nose. The moment the mask went on my face, I was someone different. The person I was now was Crimson, the one lady the men and ladies loved out there.
"Another night, Crimson," I said to myself with a firm nod.
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The vibrant music of the club and the strobe lights flashing, filling the place with an ambience that left me feeling motivated as my body rotated around the pole. Through the mask, I took in every man looking up at me with lust and hunger in their eyes as I danced for them. I made sure to put a smile on my lips as I twirled around the pole with my legs wrapped around it and my hands touching my body to give the illusion of sensuality.
I slid down the pole and held it with my right hand, then proceeded to move around the rope. I went on my knees and crawled to the edge of my little stage then took the dollar bills hanging from their hands. They yelled my name, some whistled and others smiled as I took their money and hooked them in my bra lines and panty lines.
I blew them a kiss and laughed when they did a little show of catching it. I waved with my fingers and went back to the pole to dance around it. As I danced, I felt a heavy weight on me— Someone was watching. Everyone was watching me but there was someone watching me.
My eyes scanned the crowd, and my eyes landed on a man. From afar, he had to be the most good-looking man I have ever seen in this place. Something about him screamed power and control. I could tell he was filthy rich through his three-piece suit, his slick back hair style and his trimmed beard. I watched as he took a sip out of his drink, all the while staring back at me. I could feel a sensation course through my body as he stared at me. His eyes held so much in them I could feel them control my body.
My lips parted and my heart pounded in my chest as I slowly moved to the song playing. Suddenly, it felt as if I was only seeing him, as if we were the only two present in the room. My body tingled and a familiar heat went through my body, hitting the spot between my legs. This was the first time I felt an attraction for a club member. The attraction was raw, steaming and left me confused.
My earphone screeched in my right ear, snapping me out of the staring contest I had with the deadly looking stranger. I exhaled and stopped dancing to hear who was speaking.
"You have a private dance request in room two. Freshen up and head there now," my boss said angrily, as always.
I smiled at the men one last time before leaving the stage. I wobbled on my heels as I made my way to the back. I could still feel his gaze on me as I walked and I was so tempted to look back at him, to see if he was actually staring but I had to hurry because the last thing I wanted was to lose my job.
Once I got to the changing room, I freshened up and made my way straight to the room where my customer was waiting. At the back of my head, I prayed that it was not an overly old man waiting for me. They were tough to deal with and I was not in the mood for any drama tonight.
"This customer is highly respected and special. Try not to flunk it," my boss said in my ear, and I rolled my eyes.
I got to the door and paused for a few seconds to breathe well. I did a little count on my fingers, which was a way for me to be fully aware, conscious, and ready. Once I was mentally prepared, I knocked on the door and opened it then stepped into the dimly lit room. I narrowed my eyes around the somewhat dark room to see who was waiting.
I saw a tall man standing in the corner, backing me. I scanned him; he was wearing a suit and had his hands in his pockets. I cleared my throat and bit my lip when he started to turn around. My eyes widened when I saw it was the same man from outside. The same one who had me locked in on him, drooling over how he looked and how he was making me feel from just looking at me.
"I…Wh-" I was speechless.
Seeing now that he was the one, the room felt smaller. Something in the air was different and my body tingled with the same sensation I had been feeling earlier. Something about him pulled me to him, drawing me close. I barely knew that I was approaching him until I was standing so close to him, breathing in his scent.
With how close I stood to him; I could only tilt my head slightly backward and upward to look into his eyes. His eyes were the prettiest eyes ever— One was brown, the other blue. His brows, nose and lips were perfect, fitting the beauty that he was.
My heart fluttered— He was magnificent.
I watched him take several steps backward before he sat on one of the leather chairs in the room. He smirked and spread his legs then propped his elbow on the arm rest then rubbed his lips with his fingers. The action was so attractive.
"Entertain me, Crimson," he said, his voice hoarse and full of bass. "I've had my eyes on you for so long."
I nodded and went over to the stereo in the corner. I put on a song, my favorite song to dance to and took off my silk robe. My skin tingled as I could feel his eyes take me in. I turned around and slowly walked up to him, matching my steps to the song.
My hands moved against my body as I rolled my waist. His eyes drank in every move I made, making me feel a different type of confidence. I twirled, arched my back, went on my knees, shook my ass and ran my hands all over my body to every beat of the song. I became one with the music, letting it take control of me and making me express myself to him. I spoke to him with my moves, telling him how much I wanted from him.
I stopped dancing and slowly walked over to him then went down on my knees between his legs. I placed my hands on his thighs and looked into his eyes. My throat tightened as his eyes had gotten a darker shade, captivating me even more. I moved my hands up his thighs and up his belt then past his belt to his stomach where I could feel his abs underneath his shirt and vest.
The rules were that customers had no right to touch us but right now, I wanted his hands on me. I wanted to feel him on me. I wanted to know what type of man he was as I was choked up by this man with just his eyes and how he looked.
I offered a smile and bent over him, getting into his face. He smirked more and roamed his gaze around my face, particularly my lips.
"You are so fucking dangerous," he whispered close to my lips.
I bit my lip and sat on his lap before straddling him. I felt him move under me and gasped when I found myself sitting directly on his crotch. He was hard and pressing up against my center, making me feel heated there and throbbing with need.
"I want to touch you so badly."
I swallowed at the rawness of his words. It forced me to wrap my arms around his shoulders before moving against him to the song.
"Fuck," he said breathlessly. "Tell me to touch you."
The need in his voice was intense that I could feel myself become wet. I looked into his eyes and saw how dilated they had become. I smiled and grinded my hips, rubbing myself on his hardened crotch. I exhaled against his lips and tilted my head to the side until my lips touched his ear. I rubbed my nose on his ear, then ran my lips against the shell of his ear. I heard him breathe hard on my shoulder and I could feel the slight movement of his hips as he grinded back up into me.
My body was on fire. I had never done this to anyone before. This man made me forget the rules. He made me want him all over me and even inside. It was like a burning need.
I moaned when he lifted his hips harsher this time, hitting me directly in my clit. I shivered on top of him and pulled my head back to look him in the face. I held eye contact with him as my head was full of dirty things. He was sinfully good-looking. His eyes held so many commands that I felt myself pulling my earphones out and tossing it away.
I was crossing a dangerous line, but I was going to die if I didn't have this man.
"Please, touch me. Make me feel good," I whispered.
A dark look took over his face and I could have sworn I saw a sharp fang before he dove forward and captured my lips in a hard, spine-chilling kiss.