...why?...why am I starting another story? *sigh* I get bored way too easily lol.

I could literally feel his eyes on me as I glided up and down the pole. I swiveled on it and then went down and landed into a split. Opening my legs, doing scissor motions, showing all I had to offer before getting in a crouching position and slowly began to stand up, using my hands to seductively slide up my legs as I did so.

Why is he looking at me like that? I thought. I mean, I know I'm a stripper but damn, why does he have to be so creepy with it?

After a few more minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to get up and walk over to him, I could hear my boss say to one of his goons. "What's she doing? Why is she going over there?" With his thick Jersey accent.

"Hey look, do you want a private dance or not? I can literally feel your eyes on me and it's disturbing" I said, placing my hand on my hips "I mean, I know I'm a stripper and it's your job to stare but why are you so creepy about it?"

He said nothing and looked down.

Is he deaf? I thought "Hey, what's your problem? I asked as I snatched off his sunglasses

He slowly lifted his head and looked me in the eyes, god he was beautiful. His beautiful hazel eyes made me melt. His blonde locks that hung past his shoulders looked ever so soft. Even though he had on a suit, his muscles poked through them, he was probably one of those gym rats. His lips are small but I bet he could kiss the hell out of you with them, his nose is a little on the big side but eh, it can be dealt with. His spicy cologne was driving me insane and then he smiled and I swear those were the most beautiful and whitest teeth I've ever seen in my life.

"Oh, so you could tell" he said softly "you could spot that I was watching you through my sunglasses?" He chuckled.

Damn, that's a sexy ass voice.

"Well when you're a stripper you tend to have a sixth sense about a lot of things ok, so do you want the dance or not cause you're costing me money."

"Technically, you're costing yourself money, no one told you to walk over here." He said with a smile.

I scoffed. I hate when people are right and I'm wrong.

"Whatever. Do you want the dance or not?"

He stood up and got close to me, I turned a little and I could see my boss staring at us, waiting to see if he would have to sic one of his goons on this guy.

I then turned my head back towards this man, this living God in front of me. I don't know what it was about him, but him being this close to me was making my body do wonders, I've never felt like this before.

I hope he pays for a full session. I thought to myself, I'd love to get in his pants.

"No." He said simply, before wrapping his hands around my hips.

God why is he doing this to me? I'm gonna die I thought. He was driving me crazy, his simple touch made sparks inside me ignite.

"No?" I repeated, kind of offended

"N-O, no" he said with a smile

Oh so you're a cocky bastard huh?

"What? I'm not good enough for your attention or money?" I said getting an attitude.

"I never said that" he said letting go of my hips that now felt cold without his touch.

"Then what you saying? Cause I gotta go make some money" I said folding my arms across my chest.

"You're beautiful"

What? I haven't been called that in years, and only my dad or brother has called me that. Not another man, I don't know how to feel about this.

I stood there with my mouth wide open, I had nothing to say.

He smiled and walked away, heading towards the door. I watched him until he reached the door and then turned his head to look at me, he smiled again and then left.

"What the hell was all that about?" My boss came storming over asking me

"What are you talking about Frank?"

"I'm talking about the damn human wrecking ball over here touching you."

"No touching the strippers" Dave said, one of his goons. I hate that bastard.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I got it asshole"

"Boss, you gonna let this whore disrespect me like that?" His Brooklyn accent shining bright. Damn I hate when they're around one another, can't understand shit they're saying half the time.

"Ahh let it go" Frank said swiping at the air. "And don't disrespect her either"

"Fine" he said tightening his jaw. What a baby.

"So what did he give you?"

"Huh?"

"You stupid bitch, he said what did he give you?" Dave roared.

Ah, bitch. Now that's the B word that I'm used to being called, not beautiful.

"Fuck you, you fat piece of shit" I roared back before looking at Frank. "What are you talking about? He didn't give me anything"

"We saw him slip something in ya hip" Dave answered

"Well if he did, I had no idea and it's probably no more than 200 bucks like all the other guys"

Frank nodded.

"What were y'all talking about over here for so long?" Dave asked

"As if I owe you an explanation, but nothing really. I got on to him for staring at me so weird and asked if he wanted a dance he said no and called me beautiful and left."

"HA! You? Beautiful? Go fuck ya self" Dave said

"At least I can get someone to fuck me unlike you, with your little 1 inch dick"

"Bitch" he muttered before storming off.

Yes Dave and I almost slept together, it was part of the ritual to get into the club, but when he pulled down his pants I literally could see nothing there except for what I guess he calls a penis, it was the size of a thumb! So I burst out into laughter and he's hated me ever since.

"Well, time is money, let's get moving toots" Frank said softly patting me on the shoulder. Unlike most strip club owners, Frank is actually very nice. He treats all the girls with respect and gives us days off when we ask and a raise or two here and there. You can actually sit down and talk to him, have a real conversation and he won't look at you or speak to you like you're the scum of the earth. He truly loves his girls and we love him. I'm just the only one that wants to get out of here, but I could never hurt Frank like that, especially not after all he's done for me.

There was a huge fight between me and my family and I left, I ran away and I bumped into Frank outside of a bar. I was 15, he took me in under his wing. He raised me like he was my father and gave me everything I wanted. Fed me, clothed me, No was never an answer in his house, I was basically a little spoiled brat. He never called me out of my name or tried to touch me an in inappropriate manner, always had respect for me. Then I got to be 18 and his exact words were "alright, you're a big girl now. It's time for you to start acting like it. I've taken you under my wing and got you this far and now you gotta help me, I'm talking about working the club"

My first thought was that he meant the bar or cleaning up, not actually working the pole. So I agreed, as if I had a choice anyway. So we went to training and it was hell. I cried everyday knowing what I was being trained to do, hell I still cry. And here I am now, 21 years old, shaking my ass for a dollar.

I nodded and watched him walk away. I felt around my hips and felt this huge bulge on both sides of the leather straps I was wearing. I grabbed what was there and my mouth went wide open. I counted the money and it totaled out to be 10 grand.

How the hell did he get that there and I not feel it? Man he's good. I thought.

I sucked in my teeth and looked at the door. Who is this mystery man and why did he do this?

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