The VIRGIN STRIPPER

04

"She'd never let you have Dave, " Blue said to me as I picked my slutty attire.

Creasing my brows, I turned to look at her.

It had been a week since I spotted a job here.  Technically, this was my seventh day at the club since I also worked on Saturdays. So far, nothing much had happened after the incident with th asshole I'd involuntarily slept with.

Nothing except the stupid glares Ginger was sending my way thanks to landing my first private client.

Mr. Pavel had told me that the guy had paid much to have me dance for him and I insisted that it only be that since I definitely did not want to end up in another man's bed.

Ever since, Ginger had been shoving me out of the way whenever she came across me in the changing rooms.

And to think I wasn't even excited about it!

"I don't care what she wouldn't let me do," I said with a cold glance, "She can sulk all she wants!" I told her before walking past her to change into my outfit and head for the V.I.P. lounge where I had to meet this Dave guy.

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My heartbeat had literally faltered once I saw who Dave was.

He was the same very guy who insulted me for being drank and opening my legs to him exactly a week ago! Instead of my eyes stinging with tears, my feeble legs coursed with determination to walk into the room and close the door behind me..

Mr. Pavel had sent me a guard with me in case I was in need of one and to say I was least shocked by the amount this stupid jerk had paid just to get me to dance in front of him and the two sluts cuddled right up next to either of his sides would be an understatement.

Stepping over the small stage equipped in the room my eyes scanned around and settled on the drinks on the table just in front of him.

I'd kill to have one of those!

Why would he pay so much money just to have me dance in front of him?

If he hadn't called me by name the morning after the stupid night then I'd have told myself that this was purely a genuine mistake on his part. That he didn't know he was actually just convinced that Lisa Michaels was a good stripper in the club.

As the beat came up, I moved my body as sensually as I could — cringing at everything that made it so hard to imagine myself dancing for this man.

Then something punched me in my gut as I tugged to remove the strap off my shoulder as slowly and teasingly as I could. I wasn't forced to do this. Mr. Pavel would have understood if I didn't want to get clients as soon as this. After all  he was the one who'd told me I was free to choose whether I wanted clients now or I wanted to stay a little longer considering my lack of experience.

I watched him as he kissed the two girls, and then his eyes turned to look at me for the first time after the long moment I had been stripping down every ounce of my clothing only to remain with a small bra top that barely covered my breasts except the nipples and a scanty booty short that ripped across all of the fabric to reveal the flimsy lingerie I'd worn inside.

I might have done the stripping thing for a week now but every time it came to me stripping so that only the lingerie and an excuse of a bra were left on my bare skin, I cringed.

He must have seen my hesitant look because he told me to stop and asked the two ladies hovering him to get out.

Once we were finally alone in the room with the assurance of my newly acquired bodyguard out the heavy doors, he asked me to sit down next to him.

I didn't oblige and of course remained standing till he literally had to pull me to him and force me to sit down.

"You look worried," he breathed studying me.

Who wouldn't if they were faced with the same problem as mine?

"You don't have to make fun of me for a stupid mistake," I said without meeting his gaze.

My ears picked up the noise of his stupid chuckle and I turned to him, willing myself not to glare.

"You can work for me," he offered without looking to gauge my reaction, " I'll pay off the debt you have with Pavel."

It was my turn to laugh but I didn't. Somehow just looking at his moist lips told me to take in a breathe and look away but I completely ended up doing the exact opposite!

Leaning in, I took his lips into mine and something cold creased way down my stomach. I didn't know what to do after that but a strong urge to moan and sigh while crying as well engulfed me.

How could I even think of something like that?

The fact that he didn't lift a finger to react to my stupid act of impulse told me that I'd definitely done the wrong thing.

"Right!" I said with a sigh as I pulled back, "Not your type." I reminded gingerly before I stood and cleaned my face of any emotion— as hard as that was, "Dave, I'm not interested in the job offer." I told him and silently waited for him to speak.

Only until yesterday I'd convinced myself that I hated him but seeing him today made me rethink my definition of hate!

I was just humiliated and pained by the fact that I didn't impress him like he deserved.

Pathetic! I know!!!

Calmly waiting for his voice, I looked around me.

"I was thinking you'd leave after that," he said to me as if I was a lunatic.

Come to think of it, I was a lunatic.

Probably the pills Blue had made me take! She'd told me that my night would only get better if I took them.

Look where that got me!

Taking my eyes off him I fought the burning sensation between my legs. As much  my brain fought the urgency to strip down and give myself to him, my body wanted  do exactly that!

I walked out of the room without glancing at him.

***** Dave  Morgan*****

Seeing as to how much damage the drugs she'd taken caused, I sighed and called one my friends to take her away from the club — suddenly afraid she'd want another man to quench the thirst of need she felt.

Seeing her after a week reminded me of my very first time. I'd sat on this same very same couch when a stripper turned me on and all I could do was think of her even long after our fling was gone.

She had the body of a stripper but Lisa had the body of a conservative college girl who has every right to act like a prude for the sake of her virginity!

That's till I broke it without much of a regret!

Smirking at the memory, I leaned back on the seat and dialled a friend of mine to confirm if indeed he was looking after her.

Considering the fun I'd had drilling her, I highly doubted that a week was all it took for her to have someone sticking into her!

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