Page 37 of Accidental Irish Daddy

She smiles as she asks, “What are you doing here so early? I thought you stopped coming in for the dinner rush after moving into Mr. Moneybags’ house?”

I shrug and sit down at the closest vanity table. “Blind luck,” I tell her. “Mr. Moneybags is working late tonight, and for some reason, he sent the neighbor over to look after Bridget and his ma. Can you believe that?”

I opened my bag to get my clothes together, Roisin watching me curiously. “He just sent a babysitter over for you? You don’t think that’s a little odd, Aisling?”

“What’s odd about it? It’s probably a mistake. I mean, Martha’s elderly. She’s with it and all, but she probably didn’t hear him right when he told her he was working late. Besides, I need the money, Roisin. I’ve got Bridget’s meds to get and Liam squeezing me for money. I can’t stay with Mr. Duncan forever.”

Roisin purses her lips skeptically. “Just be careful. Rich men ain’t nothing to play with.”

I get my clothes on, then do my makeup, then I’m out on the floor. My boss is surprised to see me, but it’s not like he’s going to stop me from working tonight. I tell the DJ what songs I want to dance to, and he puts me up next to dance, which is very nice of him. I always prefer dancing on stage to lap dances, because the men tend to get handsy sometimes.

“Gentlemen, please put your hands together for the luscious Cherry Bomb!”

I get up to the stage and the bass drops to the song I chose. I’m in a remarkably good mood as I go into my dance. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have to jump through hoops to sneak out. Maybe it’s because for once, I feel like things are working in my favor.

All I know is that as I swing around the pole, I feel like I’m about to make a million pounds from all these men around me.

The door to the club opens for a moment as someone walks in. I only ever notice it because a slight gust of air comes in and brushes the bare skin of my legs. I wrap one leg around the pole to gear up for a trick when I see his dark eyes watching me.

I do a double take. I must be imagining things again…

Oh, no…No, I’m not.

It’s Mr. Duncan. He’s walking right up to the stage…and he lookspissed.His brow is furrowed, and his eyes are like fiery black coals.

Shit,I think as I twirl around the pole again. My heart is pounding, and I just want to run. But I can’t just stop dancing or else I’ll be fired here as well.

I try to focus on the music and ignore his glare, but I can feel his eyes on me, burning into me as I move to the music. I close my eyes for a moment and take a breath…then something inside me says,Well, you’re fired anyway. You might as well give him a show.

Yeah. That’s the way. I’m not about to lose both of my jobs tonight.

The song slows as it goes into the first chorus, so I slide down into a front split in front of the pole. The men sitting around the stage cheer me on, throwing pound notes on the stage for me. I’m not paying them any mind, though. I’m staring right back at Mr. Duncan. He wants to see me? Well, then, let him.

From the split, I roll onto my back, spreading my legs wide as I arch my back. I let my hands roam down my abdomen slowly.

“Oh, yeah, baby!” someone shouts. “Do it!”

I sit up, flipping my hair and looking at him with a smirk from over my shoulder. The anger has drained from his face and now he’s looking at me with something else. His eyes are following the motion of my ass as I rock it back and forth before leaning down on all fours. I slap my own arse, then get to my feet and move to the pole.

I’m grinding on the pole, straddling it between my legs. The cool, hard metal presses against my clit over and over through the thin fabric of my clothes. I bite my lip, enjoying the sensation of it hitting once, twice, three times.

And he’s watching me. He’s watching with intensity.

Wouldn’t you like to fuck me, Mr. Duncan?I tease with my body.Don’t you want this body?

I have one trick that always grabs everyone’s attention. I twirl around on the pole for a moment, then I grab hold and swing really fast until I lift my legs up and grasp the pole with my thighs until I’m hanging upside down. I let go, suspending myself using the strength of my legs, then I pull the string of my bikini top, undoing it completely. I watch his eyes move to my breasts as I toss the top into the crowd. I move my hands to my breasts, squeezing them and letting my fingers flick the nipples.

I’m being showered with money as I lick my lips and blow Mr. Duncan a kiss.

The song ends and I swing my legs down from the pole. I start gathering all the money from the stage, looking over my shoulder for him as I do it…but he’s gone.

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Seeing Mr. Duncan and my foolish behavior on the stage has caught up with me. I’m done with my shift, but the entire night I’ve been plagued by what’s next now that he’s seen me live and in full color.

When I get back to his house, will all my things be out on the lawn? Will he drive me and Bridget to the train station and tell me to get out of town?

Before I got him all horny, he looked like he was enraged. My stomach is in knots, and I am worried about what’s going to happen next.

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