Page 3 of My Shining Stepbrother

- Rose -

Very few people know my real name, which is how I plan to keep it. Reese knows it because of the night Hector shouted my name without thinking about it, but everyone else calls me Medusa. I have always loved Greek mythology and wanted to incorporate that name into my life. Dancing gave me the opportunity, so I took it and ran with it.

As my first song of the night begins to play, I slowly and seductively walk to the pole. I dance as I grab the pole, staring into tonight's crowd. All the patrons’ eyes lock on my movements, and some even lean forward to get a better look. I do a slow spin until my back is against the pole and begin to slide down as I spread my legs wider and poke my chest out further. The adrenaline flows through me as the men watch me.

Letting go of the pole, I slowly crawl forward, allowing my hips to sway from side to side before I lay flat and roll to my back. I run my hands down my breasts and stomach, hearing the groans of the men surrounding me. As I stand back up, I make sure my ass faces the crowd and expose it for all to see. The money is flying onto the stage around me, and I walk back to the pole.

I wrap my hands around it as if it's my lifeline and begin to dance again. I slowly wrap my legs around before I climb up into the air. My body is now an object for all of them, but I don't mind. Their eyes fueled the fire within me. My hands let go, and I control my stomach muscles as I slowly lean back. My eyes catch a glimpse of Reese and how he stares at me with such hunger. Although I don't find the men attractive here, I do find him attractive. My dance becomes his like they do most nights. Watching me dance, he causes my panties to drip with one look.

Once my dance is over, I collect my tips and walk off stage and back to the locker room. My body is buzzing with excitement and shame because Reese knows me personally and my family.

“Shit!” I scream out, throwing my shoes into my locker and taking a seat on the bench behind me.

A knock on the door brings me back to reality. “Come in!” The door opens slowly, and Hector pokes his head in.

“Is everything okay?” I nod, hoping it will clear everything up and he will disappear so I can finish my night. The worry is clear as day in his voice.

“You just got another private dance for tonight.” He wiggles his eyebrows, causing me to smile.

“When?” My voice was softer than usual as I asked him. The only thing I can hope for is not to see Reese when I walk into that room.

“He requested it to be now; he is a regular and pays very well.”

Well shit…. I know Reese is a regular.

“What room?” I have to ask because the single digits are VIP, while the double digits are just the standard rooms.

“Room three,” he says with a smile before turning around.

Hector leaves the room, and I begin to get changed once again. Out of the things I hate about the job, changing clothes every dance annoys me the most.

I make my way back through the club and take in more of those still seated around the platform stage. I recognize most except a few, but I don't see Reese anywhere. Maybe I got lucky, and he already went home, or another girl occupied him. The second option doesn't sit right with me for some reason.

Finally getting to room 3, I open the door to see the man on my mind sitting with a menacing smile spread on his face with his arms crossed over his chest. The man looks like a damn god. He cannot seriously want a dance from me.

“What are you doing?” I raise one eyebrow and place a hand on my naked hip cocking it to the side.

The low, deep, baritone laugh from his throat sends shivers throughout my body. “I wanted to get to know you better.”

I take one step closer, leaning forward and exposing myself just a little more to him. “You didn't think to ask for my phone number?”

I watch the lump in his throat as he swallows hard. Is he nervous around me?

“I thought this would be easier. You seem more open and yourself here.”

Well, Fuck. He hit that nail right on the head.

“So a private dance was your solution to it?” A hint of playfulness comes out in my voice. He makes me feel things that I shouldn't.

“What's wrong with getting some enjoyment out of this?” Not only does he spread his legs, but he fucking winks at me. The panties I'm wearing are now ruined.

I step closer to him, watch his body's reactions, and bend to whisper into his ear. “Just remember you can only look and not touch.”

He lets a low growl escape him, and I take a step back, Causing my sensitive spot to throb. I might die tonight, but it would be worth every second.

“Well, let's get the show started then.” His response almost comes out as a command to me.

I turn and stand to a full position, ensuring my ass is right in his face. I feel his eyes burning into me as I walk and bend down to turn on the music.

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