“You’re delusional”
“You’re sexy.”
“I—y—God you’re annoying,” I groaned.
“Told you I’m better.”
“No, but you are the absolute best at being a pain in the ass; I’ll give you that much.”
“You’llloveit. Trust me,” he stared me down, and heat crawled up the nape of my neck.
“You’re truly a menace to society, you creepy stalker,” I muttered.
“And you’re interesting, NirahJoy.”
“Thought you said I wasn’t interesting.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Mi amor,” Silvia called out, stopping next to me. “Come on,” he demanded, gabbing my arm. “Jordan just got here,” she excitedly dragged me away. We made our way to Jordan, but Marco stopped us. “Baby, you’re up.”
“No, I still have a few hours,” I protested.
“Yes, I know, and I’m sorry, but Theo got sick, and London had to rush home. I need you to fill in for her.”
I was drained and was thankful that I only had a few shows tonight, but on the other hand, I love London and Theo, so I’ll do it for them. I just hope the little guy’s okay.
I got up on stage, but tonight, it felt different.Ifelt different. After my performance on the pole, I danced towards the edge of the stage.
My regulars really seemed to like that as they pushed a bunch of dollar bills into the traps of my panties.
Silvia was front and center—on a customers lap—as she screamed, cheering me on.
On all fours, I slowly crawled toward one of the men I had never seen before, and his eyes held my stare. I reached forward, wrapping his tie around my fist as I tugged his head toward my chest. He smirked, looking up at me with lust glisteningbehind his dark eyes. He shoved bills between my breasts, and I innocently smiled at him, pushing him back on his chair.
His friends cheered in approval, and I sent him one last seductive finger wave before heading backstage.Oh, I’m going to have fun with him.
After making my way down, Silvia called out to me, and I walked to the same group of men.
“Meet Nicolas,” she grinned—still sitting on one the customers lap.
“Nic,” he grinned at me, taking my hand in his as he pulled me onto his lap.
I lowered my tone. “It’ssonice to meet you,Nic,” I trailed my hand over his shoulder and down his bicep. Our eyes stayed locked, and I could tell that he wasveryinterested in me.
I slipped my arm around his shoulder, making sure to keep my chest in his eye level. He leaned in to my ear and whispered mischievously, “I want a private session with you.”
My heart jumped at the offer, but after years of experience with all sorts of men, I learned how to keep my composure.
I lifted my hand to his face, gently running my nails along his beard. “Give me a second, yeah?” I whispered against his lips, and he nodded.
Purposely, I pushed my ass back into his crotch as I stood up. I left, swaying my hips in the process, and headed straight to Marco.
I never really liked the private sessions with men. Marco knew that. But, every once in a while, men would be willing to pay more than enough for a session with me.
Marco turned most of them down but came to me about the good ones—respectfulones. And not once was he wrong.
So, when Marco confirmed the private session I had tonight, I wasn’t as nervous because I trusted him.
