Page 12 of Anastasia

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to my reflection. Thirty minutes wasn’t long at all, so I quickly turned on the curling iron and began to curl my hair.

When I finished with everything else, I threw on the pink plastic clothing. The bra lifted my breasts a lot, making them look bigger and perkier than they actually were. Even my panties hid themselves in my butt. Then, I slid on the boots. The heels were about five inches tall, and they made noise with each step.

“Barbie, really? How pathetic.” The leopard girl chuckled as the girl next to her began to laugh. It was quite ironic, seeing as she was dressed as a leopard.

“Oh, shut the hell up,” Janice said, walking into the room.

The leopard girl narrowed her eyes at me before facing herself in the mirror.

“You’re on. Remember what we rehearsed,” she whispered in my ear before giving me a small wink. I took a deep breath as nervousness spread through me.

As we walked out of the room, I couldn’t ignore the whisper I heard, “You said Mr. Romano is here?”

I thought it would be impossible for my heart to thump so wildly in my chest. The man everyone was so scared of was going to be out here somewhere. I really had to do good if I wanted to keep this job.

We walked toward the back of the stage. Her hand was on my shoulder before she spun me around to look right at her. “This is why I love it when Valerio gives us a different part of ourselves. Switch off Anastasia, now you go out there to be Barbie! You’re sexy, so go show them exactly what I know you can do.”

The lights turned pink and music began to play. It was my cue. Pulling back the curtain, I revealed only my leg in the knee-high pink boots. I then stepped all the way out with the beat of the music. I bit down on my finger before I trailed it between my breasts, then lower, to the waistband of my panties. Men began to shout in appreciation as I pulled the hem of my plastic thong low enough to almost catch a small glimpse of my womanhood.

Leisurely, I strolled toward the pole. Just like Valerio had told me, I made eye contact. What I didn’t expect was to make it with one who sat back in his chair dangerously. His hair was slicked back and his eyes were focused on me. He had to be the most beautiful man I had ever seen. If it weren’t for the flashing red lights and the nonexistent, yet hugebewaresign on his forehead, I might’ve actually been tempted to get his number.

I grabbed a hold of the pole and did a pirouette that caused the men to throw money. Only then did my body swing around the pole before I stayed in the air, revealing almost all of myself as my legs split into a V-shape. The shouts began to get louder once I spun around and down the pole until my legs froze in the splits.

Once again, my sight fell on the man. He was wearing a smirk on his face. My body moved of its own accord toward the edge of the stage. Men were quick to slide money into my boots, my bra, and my panties just so they could cop a feel.

Finally, the music ended. I walked off the stage, hearing the foreign cheers of all the men. Just as I was about to head off to find Janice, my wrist was grabbed. A gasp fell from my lips when I quickly noticed it was the man I had seen while I was dancing. Not only that, but the look in his eyes caused fear to strike within me.

“I want a private dance.”

I got to see him up close and personal. It took my breath away how perfectly sculpted he appeared to be. “I-I don’t do those.”

His eyes glazed over with mischief. The man’s hand never let go of my wrist. I wasn’t sure what to do in this position. All that I had been taught was pole dancing. Private dancing was not in my beginner’s manual.

“Ten grand,” he whispered in my ear. I thought about it for a second before finally agreeing. Ten grand was a lot of money. He hand settled on my waist, walking me toward the VIP section.

Based on the way his clothes and shoes seemed to drip in riches, I could tell ten grand was nothing to him. I should’ve guessed that he was VIP. No one would offer a stripper ten grand just for a dance if they didn’t have money to spend.

The moment we were in the red room, I closed the door behind us. There was no pole, just a couch. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. He sat down on the couch, his intense eyes never leaving mine.

I didn’t know the first thing about private dancing. The thought of running away immediately rammed into my brain as I glanced between the intimidating man and the door.

He had a smirk on his face as he watched me. I wasn’t even doing anything, just standing there in a pit of my indecisiveness. He seemed to have a lot of sex appeal that piqued my interest.

“You seem nervous. Come sit,” he said, patting the seat right beside him.

I looked over at the innocent cushion before walking over to sit down on it. I was so close to him that the smell of his cologne wafted into my nose. He took a long sip of the drink in his hand before reaching over and setting it down. I bit down on my lip as the music began to play in the background. He seemed quite patient.

Thinking back to the ten thousand dollars he was willing to spend, I took a deep breath and climbed on top of his lap.

The mystery man appeared shocked by my actions. I straddled his lap with my back to his front. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I let my body move against his to the sound of the music. My eyes shut as I began to get into it, my lower region rocking against him. His body was rigid and tough, I could tell he was very muscular.

It wasn’t until his hand wandered to cup my bottom that I stopped. Janice had told me all about the man who owned the club. He was adamant about his women’s safety.

“You’re not allowed to touch me. It’s against Mr. Romano’s rules,” I told him, my back still facing him.

“You must be new. What’s your name?” He chuckled. His voice was so sexy, it made my thighs clench together.

The man grabbed my hips before turning me to face him as his eyes settled on my breasts. Slowly, his eyes wandered back over to my face.

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