Page 10 of Unbreakable

Arizona

I’vebeendancingat the club for a week now and Karen, and the other dancers, have proven to make my life utter hell every night I work. They think I’m a weak bitch that will break under their constant harassment, but what they don’t understand is that it just makes me dance harder, taking money from patrons that would’ve been given to them.

I’m giddy with excitement today because I start college tomorrow. Knox plans to take me and show me around and the thought sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I just need to make it through tonight.

Walking into the club I see it’s packed wall to wall, not an empty seat in the house. Looking around, I see various clusters of men grouped together who appear to be a part of some type of party, my guess is it’s a Bachelor party.

I make my way towards the back of the club where the dressing rooms are, very aware of the leering looks I’m receiving from the patrons and the looks of death from the other dancers. That’s right bitches, I’m going to take all your money once my ass hits that pole tonight. Heifers might make more money if they actually learned how to work a pole.

Before I walk through the doorway leading to the hallway, I take one final look to the right and that’s when I see them. Those piercing charcoal gray eyes that have haunted my thoughts since seeing them last week.

My eyes lock on him and I stop dead in my tracks, my lips going up into a slight smile. It doesn’t escape my attention that he is just as fixated on me as I am him.

“You ain’t here to be gawking girlie, get your fat ass back there and get ready. You’re booked for a private dance with a bachelor party after your first set. So don’t be dawdling when you’re done. It’s a busy night and you need to pull your fuckin’ weight.” I hear bellowed out, as her rancid breath hits my neck. I immediately want to puke.

“Yes master!” I reply in a sarcastic tone as I pull my gaze away from the delicious Daddy god and head down the hallway to the dressing room. Hopefully he doesn’t pull a Houdini and vanish on me again tonight.

I make it through my first set, deciding to hit them with the classic stripper song and dance to Cherry Pie. I see the object of my desire as I take my first spin around the pole, losing myself in the euphoria I feel when I dance. I’m wearing a red halter top with fringe and a black skin tight leather pull away skirt that doesn’t even cover my ass, allowing my plump cheeks to peek out from under it. Tonight I chose to go with a cherry red g-string to drive the puppies crazy.

I get so caught up in the total erotic exhiliration of my dance, I don’t notice until I’m done that he has vanished yet again.

I bend down, picking up my well earned cash and my discarded clothing, before exiting off the stage and heading back to the dressing room to prepare for my private dance. The bitch had already warned me not to dawdle and lord forbid I take a second longer than she deems acceptable.

I decide to pull a fishnet bodice tank over my bra and g-string versus donning a new outfit. I mean, why take the time when I’m just going to be removing it.

“What the hell is taking you so long?” I hear screamed across the room in the most piercing shrill voice ever, making me feel as if my ear drums are about to explode.

“I was just getting ready to head out. I literally just walked off stage and took a couple minutes to redress, calm the fuck down Karen.” I’m so over this bitch’s shit. I’m having to mentally count to ten to keep from going ballistic on her ass.

“These men ain’t paying to sit in a room and wait for your fat ass to show up. They’re paying for you to climb on their dicks and gyrate those hips. Don’t forget if they pay extra for a sexual favor, we get our house share.” she tells me as she reaches out and grabs my arm around my bicep, stopping me as I walk out of the room past her.

What the hell! Fucking prostitution, really?

That’s the final straw. I will not be staying here long. There has to be other clubs who are looking for strippers of my caliber without forcing sexual acts. I mean, yeah, I love sex but on my own fucking terms.

“Oh, so we are a brothel now. That would’ve been nice to know when I was hired. But don’t worry your aged little head about it, I will make enough money for all of us.” I yank my arm out of her grip and sashay my ass down the hall headed to the private room booked under me.

I pause for a minute at the door to the room, taking a moment to prepare myself. Over the last week I’ve done more private dances than the other girls so this wasn’t exactly anything new, but my mind was still reeling with what Karen said about sexual favors. Was she familiar with this party and already knew what they would want?

It’s now or never, I think to myself as I open the door and make my way in, the thumping beat and strobing lights immediately bombarding my senses.

“I hear my presence was requested.” I say out loud in a sultry voice, and when I look up I’m welcomed with the most amazing sight.

Seated around the room are an array of four men of various ages, builds, and sexiness. But the one that takes all of my attention is the one seated in the single chair angled towards the couch, his charcoal gray eyes piercing my soul.

He didn’t perform a vanishing act after all. I start to make my way towards him, ready to dance for him alone when I’m stopped by his domineering voice.

“No. You are to dance for them, my lil’ witch.” he says as he sits there with one leg crossed over the other and his hands laid along the armrest of the seventies patterned chair.

My pussy floods and instantly soaks what little fabric I have covering it at his command. I want to fight him on it, yet I also want to bend to his will and do as he asks. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Remove the covering. I want to see you in your bra and panties only.” he orders, never once taking his gaze off me.

I slowly pull the fishnet bodice over my head and drop it to the floor. I pivot on the spot so that I’m now facing the three other men in the room who are seated on the couch. I make my way to the one seated in the middle and remember that he was the one with him that first night.

I place a knee on the couch beside his thigh, before picking my other leg up and placing it on the other side so that I’m now straddling him, peering down into his seafoam blue eyes.

“Grind your pussy on him.” the God, who is just out of my eyesight at the moment, commands.

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