by Amy Muscat
Walking to the changing room, I went over to my locker, taking the key from my clutch, I opened the metal door and picked my bag up and took out another dress. A black dress this time, it was silk and had more of a baby doll style to it, but just a little longer and less see-through.
I left the room and headed back into the club area, looked over to the stage and saw Lucky up there, all the men were engrossed in her, so I went over to the bar and saw a couple of regulars that were nice. Heading over to one that I know. He doesn’t want to touch and grope like the other guys, he just likes you to dance for him.
I had talked to him for a couple of minutes before, asking if he wanted a dance, he nodded at me. We walked over to one of the booths and I told him to have a seat before I started dancing for him.
The men weren’t allowed to touch in the private booths, they were under surveillance too, so the men knew not to, some still tried, us girls always told them no and grabbed their hands and put them behind their backs. So for $50 they got two songs and us all to themselves for about 8 minutes. This man had four dances so I made $100 in 20 minutes.
After about an hour of private dances and one more stage dance I’d made a lot of money and I’d happily go home right now, but Jimmy came over to me with a look that made me apprehensive.
“I’ve just had a customer come up to me and he asked me if you would go in the VIP room with him, and I told him that you don’t do those dances. He offered $500 for you to dance for him. Do you want to do that?”
“No Jimmy I can’t do it, you know what goes on in there, and I won’t do it, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to tell him I won’t.” I say quickly. Yeah, $500 was a lot of money but I just won’t do it.
Nodding he told me that he thought I’d say that, and walked off, probably going over to the man.
Sighing I went over to the bar and spoke to Amelia. I was speaking to her for about five minutes when Andrew ‘the creeper’ came over and asked if he could have a private dance with me, I looked over to the booths and could see they were all full. A little red light goes on when people are in there, so I told him that we would have to wait for a while, looking somewhat peeved he said okay, he’d wait. We went back over to the bar and we had just started talking when Jimmy came back over and asked to borrow me.
Taking me by the elbow he pulled me over to the side and said to me in a serious voice, “Pey, he just gave me a thousand dollars to have you dance for him, I told him that if you agreed, that he cannot touch you at all, like at all. It’s a $1000 Pey, you’d be silly to turn that down, but if you do, I’ll respect your decision.”
Fucking hell that was a lot of money.
Could I do it? Jimmy did say he knew not to touch me and I won’t do anything.
“Why would someone pay that much money for a dance from me and he knows he won’t get anything out of it? He could go get an escort who would do a lot of stuff to him for less than that, hell he could get two,” I told Jimmy sounding truly confused, ‘cause I was. Why would someone pay all that money? I’m nothing special, I wouldn’t pay $1000 for a dance from me.
“You’re a very beautiful girl Peyton, don’t think that you’re not okay? Maybe he just really liked your dance, I don’t know but that’s what he’s offered and he knows the rules and I’ll have John stand outside of the door okay?” He promised me.
Sucking in the ‘NO’ that wanted to come out of my mouth, I told him I’ll do it on the grounds that John stands outside.
“Okay girl, I’ll go tell him, go change into something different and he’ll meet you in there, he seems like a nice enough man, handsome about mid-twenties, but yeah he seems fine, not a ‘creeper,'” he said, doing quotation marks with his fingers when he said creeper and laughed.
“Okay, that makes me feel a little better, did he say if he wanted to talk or did he just want me to dance for him?” I asked, ‘cause from what I know of most men, they just want you to dance for them for the 30 minutes and others like you to talk for about 20 minutes and then they like for you to dance for the other 10 minutes.
“Well, I asked him that and he said he just wanted you to dance for him,” he said shrugging.
“Okay, I’m gonna go get changed now, tell him that I’ll be about 5 minutes.”
Nodding he told me to open my bag and he dropped the money in there before he walked back in the direction that he came from. I tried to look for a man that might spend that sort of cash, but Jimmy went around the corner so I couldn’t see him.
Forgetting entirely about having a dance with Andrew, I walked back to the changing room and got out my bag again and pulled out my emerald satin dress with a long slit going up the left leg and pulled off my black heels and put my sliver 6in heels on. Walking over to the mirror, I touched up my lipstick and put a little blush on and with a quick squirt of perfume I walked out.
I walked up the steps that lead to the VIP rooms and saw John standing outside waiting already.
“Is he in there already?” I asked him.
“Yeah, he is, good luck babe,” he said, giving me an encouraging smile.
Thanking him, I walked in the room and the first thing I noticed was that it was dimmed in such a way that I couldn’t see the man, I could only see his lower stomach and legs.
I said hello to him and got up on the mini stage with a pole in the center and started dancing to the music.
I was swaying my hips to the beat, totally blocking him out and slowly pulled my dress over my head, now only in my underwear, I turned my back to him and showed him my ass before bending at the waist and touching my toes for a couple of seconds before standing back up abruptly and flicking my hair over so it rippled down my back.
Grabbing the pole, I pulled myself up and turned myself upside down and stayed there for a second before righting myself, wrapping my legs around the pole and sliding down, landing on my ass and doing a floor show for a minute and then I started dancing again. The whole time I was dancing I had that feeling again. The feeling of being watched. Again it was stupid as he was clearly watching, if not he was an idiot for paying $1000 and not paying attention to me, but again this felt personal, I could feel the stare all the way down to my core, like I knew this stare and my body had missed it. Weird.
As I turned and faced him again, I saw him beckoning me over with his hand.
I know what goes on in these rooms, strippers talk/brag. There are several other girls besides myself that don’t perform in these rooms. I don’t know their reasons, but I just didn’t ever want to do one. EVER. But when someone offers you a thousand bucks to spend 30 minute’s just dancing, as Jimmy had told him that I don’t do extras, you take it.
Inhaling a breath, I walked over to the mystery man who paid too much money to get me in the VIP room.
I still couldn’t see his face so that was still a big mystery.
All I could see was the bottom of his trim abdomen, and his legs encased in a nice pair of grey suit trousers, apparently made to fit.
As I got closer, I could see a rather large bulge in said pants. Wow. It’s half way down his thigh and very excited, if the twitching of the appendage was any indication.
He must not be wearing any underwear for it to be all the way down his leg, presumptuous prick, well he’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’m gonna do anything to the big bulge. With another wave of his hand, he beckoned me even closer to him, so close his knees were touching my legs.
He spread his legs and made a motion with his pointer finger asking me to turn around, still being mute. I turned around, and upon doing so he grasped my hips and pulled me down on his lap, startled I went to get off him, but he held me there and started moving his hips along with the music. Thinking that it wasn’t so bad. I sit on the men’s laps in a private booth dance sometimes so it wasn’t horrible- it had just startled me. I relaxed somewhat and started doing the same and found myself getting turned on... No! Bad Peyton. Don’t get aroused by a customer.
But my traito
rous body wasn’t listening, it started tingling and I felt hot all of a sudden. The feeling of nostalgia filled my body and I didn’t understand it at all. My body was doing weird things to me tonight.
The strobe light came on indicating five more minute’s and it would be over (in other words, it means hurry the fuck up and have an orgasm before time’s up).
His left hand which had been on my hips the whole time moved around to my stomach and down towards my sex and stopped right at my pelvis, while his right hand moved up my back and along my shoulder blades, then moving back down to the bottom of my spine. He had the lightest feather touch I’d ever received, and repeated the motion. After doing this a couple of times, I realized that he was tracing my tattoo. I stiffened about to snap at him when his left hand moved down again and into my sex and instead of being outraged, I felt wet. And hungry for something.
He rubbed the tight bundle of nerves with two fingers, while I grinded into his lap harder and, therefore, back into his hand, and his right hand moved from my back to my front and grasped my right breast.
What was happening to me?
Leaning on him now, my face found his neck and I inhaled a big breath, and fuck me does he smell nice. Clean, all male and something familiar that I just couldn’t put my finger on.
Moaning, I told him “faster,” with a growl that vibrated through my body and made me shiver he did just that. Rocking his bulge into my ass and spreading my legs wider, I felt myself about to climax.
“Come baby,” he demanded, in a voice so thick with lust that it pulled me over the edge, and I came so hard that it shocked me to my core. I was clenching in places that haven’t clenched in so long that I forgot what it felt like.
He was still rocking his hips, and after a second he came, moaning incoherently, spasms wracking through his body.
Calming down, and getting my breath back, I realized just what I’d done.
I’d just had an orgasm on a customer.
A customer had just made me orgasm!
What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Oh god! What have I done?” I said out loud, going to get up off my mystery customer, but he grabbed me again and held me in place and just as I was about to tell him to get the fuck off, he said the one word that made every muscle in my body freeze and my heart stop for a couple seconds. A voice that broke my heart all over again.
“Peyton.”
Gasping I turned around and saw his face. The face of the boy who broke me almost five years ago and left me eighteen and pregnant.
“Keller,” my voice cracking on the name.
SEVEN
I don’t know if it was instinctual or if I purposely moved my hand, but the sound of skin hitting skin and the tingling coming from my hand let me know that I’d just slapped him. Very hard.
I felt like I had tunnel vision and couldn’t comprehend what was going on around me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked in a demanding tone.
“Don’t you think a better question is, what the fuck are you doing here?” He said in a voice that had changed from a young 19 year old, into a man’s voice. It was smooth and with a deep baritone that vibrated through me and made me shiver.
Giving a harsh fake laugh, I said, “What I do has got nothing to do with you. You, on the other hand, obviously knew it was me and still asked for a dance from me.”
“Well, I liked the look of the stripper on stage and thought I’d have her dance for me. You should be thankful it’s me and not some other pervert in here, with you this close and personal, at least with me, you know I’ve been there befo-” He didn’t finish his sentence as I slapped him again even harder this time and had to shake the sting out of my hand.
“You fucking asshole! How dare you say shit like that? You don’t know what I’ve been through these last five fucking years,” at this point the music had stopped, I was shouting loudly and in an instant the door opened and John came charging in looking ready to kill Keller by the look he was giving him.
“Pey! Are you alright girl? Did he do anything?” He was asking me, but his focus was still on Keller.
“Yeah, I’m fine John, he didn’t do nothing like that, I promise.”
“Then why were you shouting? And why are you crying?”
My hands automatically went to my face and found my cheeks drenched in tears. I hadn’t even known that I’d been crying until he had pointed it out to me.
I grabbed my bag and quickly pulled my dress on holding my bra and panties in my hands.
“Can you just leave please, I don’t want to see you. Can you make him leave John?” I asked, begging him with my eyes, still crying.
“Come on man, you gotta go,” John said, making a motion with his hand for him to start going.
“I’m not leaving for shit. Not until you talk to me Peyton. I don’t understand what has you so upset anyway,” he said shrugging.
It felt like five long-ass tiring years of pent-up emotion just came exploding out of me.
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I’M SO UPSET? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU LEFT ME EIGHTEEN AND PREGNANT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! FOR ALL I KNEW, YOU WERE DEAD! SO HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE AND ASK ME WHY I DO WHAT I DO AND ASK WHY I’M SO UPSET!” I’m screaming at him so loud that Jimmy came running into the room with two other bouncers, and looked at the scene in front of him; me sobbing hysterically, John standing there killing Keller with his eyes, his hands balled up into fists and Keller standing there looking confused- which I didn’t understand.
“What is going on in here?” Jimmy demanded his face tight and red.
“Nothing Jimmy, I need to leave though.”
“You’re not leaving Peyton, not until we talk,” Keller said, with a rumble in his voice.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. You lost that right five years ago you fucking idiot!” I say, shouting again. I looked over at Jimmy and saw him looking at me and I just knew, that he figured out who Keller was- even though I’d never said the name of Ivy’s father- and he nodded at me.
I spun around, ready to bolt out of there when his voice said, “PIE! Don’t even think abou-” I had spun back around before he could finish and went to lunge at him when John intercepted me and picked me up before I could hit him again.
“Don’t you dare say that name! You don’t get to call me that no more. Do you hear me?” I was fuming, how dare he call me that!
I struggled out of John’s arms and ran from the room, down the stairs and over to the changing room. Pulling my keys out of my bag with shaking fingers, I opened the door, grabbed my stuff, put my coat on, took off my shoes and pulled my boots on and stuffed all my shit in the bag before running out of there like a bat out of hell.
Jimmy was waiting for my at the clubs entrance and he told me he’d take me home, thanking him, we walked to his car, which was just up the road and jumped in.
I was still crying, but now I was hiccupping, my breathes stuttered and with snot running out my nose.
I was an ugly crier.
Jimmy didn’t say anything to me on the way to my place, he just let me cry and would occasionally rub my arm in a comforting way.
We pulled up outside of my apartment about 10 minutes later and just sat there for a minute or two, the only sound was his slow breathing and my crying.
“I’m really sorry that, that happened in the club Jimmy. I shouldn’t have shouted like that, but it just came out of me from nowhere. I’m sorry I caused such a scene,” looking over at him apologetically.
“Don’t talk crap to me sweetheart, anyone in your shoes would have done the same. Hell if it had been me I would’ve punched him in the face. So don’t worry okay? If you need to take some days off that’s fine with me I promise.”
Nodding I told him thank you and asked what happened to Keller.
“John and David had to hold him back from coming after you, I told them that he wasn’t to leave until after you left.”
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niffing I told him thanks that I’d better go. I think he knew I needed to go, so with a kiss to my forehead, he told me to call him when I was ready to come back to work.
“Thanks Jim, you’re the best boss anyone could ask for,” I said, meaning it.
“I know, now get out of here,” he said, making me laugh. So modest.
After giving him a wave, I walked into the building, dreading going upstairs and having to tell Lottie. She’d kill him when she finds out, I know she would.
Jumping in the elevator as I just didn’t have the energy to walk the two flights of stairs, I thought of tonight and how fucked up it had been.
Keller was back.
Keller saw me strip and knew I was a stripper.
I gave him a VIP dance.
He gave me an orgasm.
OH GOD! Keller gave me an orgasm.
What the fuck was I going to do?
DING!
The sound of the elevator coming to a stop at my floor pulled me from my thoughts, so I walked over to my apartment door and fished my keys out of my coat pocket and put the right key in the hole before slowly turning the handle. Taking a deep breath as I pushed the door open, I dropped my bags on the floor, closed the door and walked to the living room and saw Lottie sitting watching TV.
Turning her head she saw it was me and started talking, “Hey what are you doing home so earl... why the fuck does it look like you’ve been crying Peyton?” She said standing up, looking ready to kill someone. “Did someone do something to you at the club Pey? I’ll fucking kill them!” She meant it, I could see that she did.
Collapsing on her, I started sobbing hysterically again and it took me a minute to form any words past my quivering lips and out of my dry throat,
“His back Lotts. I saw him tonight. Keller was at the club, oh god,” the last bit came out unintelligible as the sobbing got to be too much for me to talk anymore. I felt like my throat was closing up.
Cursing up a storm Lottie pulled me over to the couch, into her arms and asked me what had happened.
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Twenty minutes later I’d relayed my night to her, in-between stuttered breaths, more crying and going through a whole box of tissues.