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It took a few minutes but eventually, the audience went back to theirdrinks, or to the conversations they were having before she came on stage, probably forgetting all about her and ready for the next act to appear. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the now empty space, a strange feeling coursing through my body.

It was a feeling I had never felt before, at least not over a woman, afeeling of possessiveness and a desperate need to make her mine, no matter the cost.

“Good evening, Sir, I believe you’ve been looking for me,” a seductivevoice pulled me from my thoughts and I turned to see a redhead leaning over the table with a sultry smile on her lips, her ass in Vince’s face and her bra almost bursting at the seam from the size of her enormous tits.

She was an ugly cunt, evidently high on something if the tiny pupils inher eyes were anything to go by. My reason for coming to the club was standing in front of me, only now, she wasn’t the reason why I wanted to stay.

I stood up abruptly and Vince did the same, the difference being I hadto adjust my pants from where they had grown tight against my cock which had been hard from the minuteshehad climbed on the pole. I leaned into him, making sure the redhead couldn’t hear me.

“Take Blaze to the warehouse and keep her there. I have somebusiness to attend to before we deal with her.”

I didn’t give Vince the chance to respond before I was out of thebooth and on the hunt for Diana, the old cunt who owned the place. I knew Vince wouldn’t have been happy to leave me alone here but it wasn’t like I didn’t know how to look after myself.

Besides, Diana owed me a favor and I was going to cash it in.

She was going to get me a personal audience with the girl they called Star.

Chapter 3

Riley

Iwasfeelingprettygood after my dance finished, the crowd had gonewild for my routine and I’d earned a lot of tips, one hundred and twenty bucks to be exact, which waswaymore than what I’d earned during weeknight performances.

I had added a few extra moves to the routine tonight, an extra bootyshake here, and a little caress of my boobs there, which must have impressed the crowd given the roar from them when I finished.

I made my way back to the dressing room, passing Kendra who was about to go back on stage for another routine. Never one to miss an opportunity to gossip, she quickly told me that Leandra had been braggingveryloudly about some rich dude wanting to see her and that she was aiming to make a shit ton of money from sucking him dry tonight.

Gross.

That was another thing with Leandra, the girl could not keep hermouth shut. She liked to brag about the guys she sucked and fucked, as if all the other girls were jealous of the amount of cocks she got each night.

Cue eye roll.

I briefly wondered if the rich guy Leandra had been summoned tomeet was the mystery man who had been seated in one of the VIP booths. The usual customers who came to the club were definitely not wealthy, but the guy sat in the booth, yeah heoozedmoney.

And power.

I wasn’t able to get a good look at him before the music startedbecause of the crappy lighting in the club, but from what I could see,holy hell,was he freaking hot, all dark and brooding and giving me such an intense look that I had felt it all the way to my core.

I hadn’t seen him in the club before, and he certainly didn’t look likeone of the regular pervs we got in. There was just something about him sitting in that booth that made me keep glancing over and every time I did, I was pleasantly surprised to find his eyes following my every move. It made me want to perfect my routine all the more.

It was most unlike me, I only really cared about dancing the perfectdance in order to get tips, but this guy? The way he was watching me made me want to dance perfectly just for him, tips be damned.

I collapsed into the chair in the changing room, surprised at the niggleof jealousy that maybe Blaze was going to be spending some alone time with Mr. Mysterious, which was ridiculous because I couldn’t be sure she had been referring to Mr. Mysterious.

Anyway, it was beside the point. I didn’t do extras. No matter how hotthe guy was.

Putting the mystery man out of my mind, I started going over theroutine for my next dance. The next dance wasn’t quite as intense but it still contained a number of moves that could make me fall from the pole if I got it wrong. I changed my shorts into black sparkling hot pants and was in the process of changing my bra to match the shorts when Diana rushed into the changing room, looking harassed.

Diana was a large woman, not fat but tall, easily over six foot. Shehad bleached blonde peroxide hair and had spent too much money on her appearance, she could barely move her facial muscles from the amount of Botox she’d had, and her eyebrows had been tattooed on in an over-the-top arch which made her look like she was permanently surprised.

She had huge boobs,ridiculouslybig compared to her skinny waist,and somehow she always squeezed herself into tight-fitting dresses. Tonight was no exception, and I briefly wondered if she couldactually breathe in her leopard print dress that looked like it would rip at the seams at any given moment.

Despite Diana looking like trailer trash, she was one of thenicest women I'd ever met. She cared immensely about all of her girls, making sure we all texted her every night to tell her we were home safely, and that any troublesome patrons were dealt with by one of the club’s many bouncers.

“Riley, hun, I need a huge favor,” she rushed out with a distinct edgeof panic to her voice which instantly worried me. Diana was practically unflappable, having faced a number of adversities in her life, but something had rattled her.

“What’s up?” I asked in reply, knowing that I would do pretty muchanything for Diana, she had, after all, taken a chance on me when I showed up asking for a job with not even a pot to piss in. I owed her a lot, and she rarely asked anything of me in return.

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