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After swinging around the pole upside down, I flipped off, doing the splits against the stage floor. The purple strobe lights danced over me, reflecting against my purple thong bikini. The boss informs us who we will dance for before we hit the stage. Usually the first table of our shift is the money table. I wear a bikini to match the color-coded table tent. The customer feels special, usually gets me a nice tip.
Tonight’s celebrity wasn’t as bad as the one last night. Slapping my ass, I can handle, but man handling me, pulling me down on their lap, grinding their dicks against my ass pisses me off. I danced and socialized with the celebrity for an hour. We usually dance, talk, and serve champagne until they are drunk. That’s how we make good money off celebs.
I took a quick break at the bar, slamming down a cup of water.
Someone tapped my arm. “Scrumptious.” I turned toward the voice.
“Hey, Cherry!”
“Hey, girl. There is some dark and mysterious guy sitting in the back corner. He’s asking for you.”
“Ok, thanks Cherry.”
It’s nothing new. Repeat customers often ask for me, but usually don’t sit in the back corner of the club.
Slowly, I strutted in my silver glitter stilettos toward the mysterious man hiding behind dark gold frame aviator sunglasses and a black baseball cap. Leaning forward slightly in the smoke-filled club, I recognized those sexy slender lips. I stopped in my tracks. My heart plummeted to my feet.
Hayden rose, pulling me toward him. This man, shit, is going to kill me. I’m so nervous right now, I hope he can’t see I’m shaking.
He sat leaning back against the long black booth bench, pulling me onto his lap.
My fingers breezed through my long blonde hair. “Hayden, what are you doing here?”
The devilish smile curled his lips. “I told you I would be here every night until you went on a date with me.”
I folded my arms. “Well, you missed a night. You weren’t here last night.”
He smiled again. “You were looking for me?”
“No!” It’s just...I would know if you were here. I covered every inch of this club last night.”
“It’s ok baby. You don’t have to admit you were looking for me.” His hand slid up and down my shaky arm.
Sitting up straight, he leaned into my ear. “I was here beautiful. I was sitting right here, watching that pig celebrity Stacy Dean slap your ass, kiss your ass cheek, then tried to finger fuck you in front of his entourage.”
CHAPTER FOUR
HAYDEN
It took everything in me not to go over to Stacy’s table and beat the shit out of him. I sat Sunday night in this very booth watching Lydia dance for both men and women. My focus was on her. I understand this is her profession and I can’t stop her from stripping. The line was crossed when Stacy handled her inappropriately.
Last night, I had my cousin hack into the Ritz Carlton hotel database and Stacy’s itinerary. Sebastian found out Stacy’s room number. We took it a step further. Sebastian checked me into the hotel. This morning, he programmed my room key to open Stacy’s room door. Sebastian scanned the security system and text me at 9 a.m.
You can enter the room. He is alone.
Thanks Sebastian.
I wore the same sunglasses and baseball cap I have on now when I arrived. I was dressed in a dark t-shirt, jeans, black boots, and leather gloves. Peeking around the dark corner once in the hotel room, I noticed he was sleep. The curtains throughout the room were closed. Grabbing the ice bucket, I splashed cold water in his face.
Frantically, he sat straight up. “What the fuck!”
“What the fuck is right! You piece of shit.” Right hook then a left, I pounded his face. He slept nude, so I only had his medium length blonde hair to hold onto while I beat his fucking face in.
“You fucked with the wrong stripper. You disrespected my girl last night. You motherfucker!” I continued wailing on his face.
“It doesn’t matter if she was or wasn’t my girl, you don’t defile a woman!”
He tried pushing me away. “I’m sorry! I promise it won’t happen again!”
I stood back. “You’re right. You won’t do it again. Don’t go back to that strip club.” I held his hair within my tight grip, leering into his bruised eyes. “Do you fucking understand?”
