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Chapter One
Cassiopeia (Star)
I’m not proud of what I’ve become, but sometimes your life doesn’t go as planned. Sometimes your sister becomes a crack head who can't even take care of herself let alone her tiny baby. Sometimes your crack-addicted sister drops her beautiful baby daughter off with you late one night and disappears into thin air. Sometimes when you ask your mother for help raising your beautiful tiny baby niece, she shuts the door in your face telling you to figure it out on your own.
I was supposed to be performing on the Vegas strip as a showgirl in one of Vegas’s premiere hotels, wearing gorgeous costumes every night, partying with celebrities, living my best life. Instead, I’m wearing a G-string, shaking my ass for tips at Jiggles and Giggles, while men try to cop a feel. I am dancing on the Vegas strip, so I guess one out four isn’t too bad. Said no one ever.
It’s been five years since my sister, Athena, showed up at my doorstep and practically flung her daughter, Andromeda, into my arms before taking off. We haven’t seen or heard from her since that day. I didn’t even know she was pregnant until that night. Last time I’d seen her was when our mom kicked her out because she found drugs in her room.
Athena didn’t take our parent’s divorce well at all. She had issues and neither of our parents got her help. Instead, they ignored the problem and hoped it went away. Our father married someone new, moved away, and started a brand-new family never contacting either of us ever again. That’s when things with Athena went from bad to worse.
She started hanging with the wrong people, staying out all night partying, and doing drugs. It wasn’t long before our mom was kicking her out of the house because of her drug use. I was in my senior year of high school and trying to focus on graduating. Maybe if I’d tried to help her back then things might have turned out differently, but it’s too late for what ifs.
When she showed up at my apartment late one night with Andromeda, to say I was shocked would be putting it mildly. I remember looking down at the tiny bundle my sister handed to me and these big blue eyes stared back at me in wonder. Andi was the most beautiful baby I’d ever seen in my life, and my sister just gave her away without a backward glance.
There I was, twenty-two years old, about to start the adventure that was to be my life, with a new baby to care for. All my plans went right out the window that night. My focus became providing for Andi, to make sure she always had everything she ever needed. When I went to my mother for help, she made it clear that she was not willing to help by slamming the door in my face. Apparently, my sister had already tried dropping Andi off with her; I was only the person who seemed to want her. There was no way I was going to let her down.
Which is how I found myself working for Jiggles & Giggles as a stripper, I have something men want and are willing to pay to see it, and they pay well. The older men really like me, because of my youthful appearance and my rack, which is creepy as fuck. They talk about how I remind them of their daughters or granddaughters, like that’s not some sick shit right there.
This also makes them the easiest to pickpocket, I told you I wasn’t proud of what I’d become. They’re so distracted by my tits they don’t even notice when I take an extra twenty here or there. I figure if they're going to be creepy, I’m doing a public service, consider me a vigilante or something if it makes you feel better. I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of Andi, she’s all I have in this life, and I’m all she has.
Tonight, isn’t a typical night at the club. Instead of the usual old men, my easy marks, the club is full of a group of younger men. One of them is getting married and they rented out the whole club for the night. Younger men aren’t as easily manipulated, they tend to pay more attention to what you’re doing.
Add to the fact that all the lap dances were included in the club rental; it means no money is exchanged between the dancers and the men. I was tempted to stick to just dancing and collecting whatever my boss paid me at the end of the night for the private party, but then I saw him. He was dressed in a tailored suit that fit his thickly muscled body like a glove, unlike the rest of the guys in the party who were wearing jeans and polo shirts. There was an air about him that screamed money, not petty cash kind of money, but thick rolls of cash kind of money.
Describing him as handsome seems too insignificant of a word for what he was. Even in his suit, I could tell he was thick with muscles. His neck, where you could see tendrils of tattoos peeking out, seemed to be straining against his collar. A jaw that must have been carved of granite or marble; it was so sharp it looked like if I touched it would cut me open. It was too dark for me to see his eyes, but I wanted to know what they looked like. With his short-cropped blonde hair, I would bet his eyes were a brilliant green.
He kept to himself, away from the rest of the party, looking around the club every few minutes like he was watching for hidden dangers, like he was waiting for the boogieman to jump out at him or the rest of his party. At first, I thought he was the guy getting married, that maybe he was so devoted to his future wife he didn’t want anything to do with the girls. I should have known better; men are never as devoted as they claim to be.
The bachelor turned out to be one of the guys in a polo. Two of the other girls at the club placed a crown on his head that declared him the bachelor before pulling him on stage for lap dances. As I made my way over to the man with money, I saw the devoted fiancé taking body shots with the same two girls. Yeah, like I said men are never as devoted as they claim once they enter the club.
Approaching him I, turned on my innocent act, the one that usually got men to think I was some sweet little young thing. Sometimes looking younger than what you are pays off, not always, but when it comes to stripping it definitely does. Men tend to go for younger girls, girls they think they need to rescue; it makes them feel powerful. Mr. Money didn’t look like he was buying my act as he raised his eyebrow at me questioningly as I approached him.
Chapter Two
Alexander (Xander)
I’ve never been more bored in my entire life. My brother, Damen, took everyone’s phones, not that any of his friends needed theirs, before we left the hotel. So instead of being able to check emails, text my specialists, or handle anything else for my business I’m stuck here wasting my night. Although watching my brother dragged onto the stage was worth renting out the whole club for his bachelor party.
I owed my big brother, Damon. He finished raising me after our parents died right before my seventeenth birthday. The least I could do for him was make his bachelor party special. Considering his best man, who wasn’t me his only brother, didn’t plan shit for him. I’d never tell my brother that his best friend and best man Evan was a worthless wanker who couldn’t even plan his bachelor party. So instead, I sit quietly in my little corner and watch Evan take all the credit for what I made happen like usual.
It’s been the same story with Evan since I made my first million. He thinks that because he’s my brother's best friend that somehow makes him my best friend. In turn, he thinks that entitles him to anything my money provides. When he came to me earlier in the day telling me he couldn’t afford to do anything worthy of my brother for his bachelor party I jumped into action, saving his ass.
I forgot all about Evan as the curvy redhead, dressed in virginal white G-string and glittery bra trying to look so innocent sashayed over I almost laughed at her. Who did she think she was fooling trying to play the virgin innocent in a place like Jiggles & Giggles? She was beautiful, with a tiny waist I could probably fit my hands around, but thick hips that curved out giving her the perfect hourglass shape with her pert heavy looking breasts that were barely contained in her sequin bra.
Her angelic face made me reevaluate my decision to turn her away. There was something in the depth of her sapphire blue eyes that had me crooking my finger at her. I wondered what they would look like without the fake eyelashes, dark eye shadow, and all the other make-up garbage she had around her eyes. I’d bet money they were even more vibrant without all that shit she had caked on.
Her little innocent act isn’t working on me at all. There is definitely something about her, but sweet and innocent she is not, not by a long shot I’d say. No, the look in her eyes tells a story of struggle and sorrow hidden in their depths. Pain recognizes pain when it sees it.
“Would you like a lap dance?” She bit her finger while looking down demurely giving the innocent routine another go, it was all an act. Probably a tactic she turned on for the older clients that came into the club to get bigger tips for some reason I didn’t like that idea. I should tell her no and send her over to one of the other guys in the party, but that wasn’t going to happen. She was mine, at least for tonight.
“Does that act really work on men?” I ask, laughing a little and she smirks in return nodding.
“Sometimes.” She replies, giving me a genuine smile that made her entire face light up. Reaching out my hand to her, I help her straddle my lap, my dick practically jumping to life at the contact. Her eyes go round in shock and I smirk back at her.
“You must be used to that reaction, love.” Instead of a cheeky response like I expect her face shutters as the music starts. Her movements are all seduction as she runs her hands up my chest, around my neck placing her tits directly in my face as she rotates her hips against me.
When she makes her way sensuously down my body, I can tell she’s no longer with me, she’s in some kind of zone. It’s like she’s shut down her emotions, and for some reason that bothers me. I want her to do this because she wants to, which is stupid. Right now, I’m just like every other customer she’s ever had, and that bothers me more than it should.
