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Eli's POV:

Dammit! It's five in the damn morning and my phones going off! Who the hell calls me at five am! I'll tell you who, my asshole of a boss, that's who. For those who don't know, my name is Eli Goldsworthy, I'm 23 and I'm a photographer. Not one of those nature dudes, no, I have the job every guy wants. I spend my life taking pictures of sexy girls. Sometimes I get models, and if I'm really lucky, I take the Playboy pictures.

I get up to check my phone. It's my boss. I click the voicemail:

Good morning Eli. I just got a call from that strip club in north Toronto. They got a new girl down there; she's supposed to be gorgeous. So today, that's your site. Her 'show' starts at 8pm. Don't be late.

Oo lucky me, I get a stripper. Before you write me off as a douche, there is nothing wrong with making money by doing my craft. I just happened to get to see gorgeous women all day too.

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I decided to try a little harder on my appearance today. I'm hoping to squeeze in some quality time with miss stripper. Whoever she was. I spray on some cologne and pop the collar on my black button up. I have to say I look pretty good.

The drive to the strip club isn't too far, but I really am not looking forward to unloading all this camera equipment. Surprisingly though, I get it all into the club in a good half hour.

My boss sent me a text reminding me I had to say hi to the owner of the club. 'Haviar' isn't too hard to find with his giant name tag reading 'Hi my name is Haviar'.

I walk up to him. He is fat, kinda greasy. No wonder he owns this club, it's as close to naked girls as he will EVER get, "Hi Haviar, I'm Eli. I'm here doing a shoot on your newest girl."

Haviar nods as he swirls a cigar in his mouth, "You the photographer? Good, good. Clare on in a few minutes. Sit, sit. Would you like a drink?" He shows me to a table. I sit down and he sits across from me. Haviar motions for the waiter.

"Two beers," He looks at me, "You like beer? Yes, of course you like beer. Two beers."

As the waiter walks away, the boys in the club go wild. I'm talking screaming, cheering, some even stand up. Even Haviar whistles.

I grab my camera, assuming the girl is out. When I look through the lense to take a picture, I drop my camera. Holy shit, she was beautiful.

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Clare's POV:

This wasn't my first strip show, but by far my most nerve racking one. Before you judge me for being a stripper, let me explain my side of the story. When I was 18 both my parents were killed in a car crash. All the money they left me ran out fairly quickly. And when I needed to go to college, to get a job, tuition just wasn't happening. I knew strippers were paid quite a good amount, so whala. I became a stripper.

Now, if you're done judging me let me explain why I'm so nervous. It's my first time stripping for this club, and I got a call this morning from "For Him" magazine. For those who don't know, it's a gentlemen's pleasure magazine.

The point is, they offered me quite a lot of money for them to do a profile on my 'stripping debut'. It was be increably stupid for me not to say yes, so I did. But I've never been photographed while stripping, so I'm very, very nervous. I'm hoping to meet the photographer after and look at the photos. I just hope he isn't some digy perv.

After a few quick touches on my make up, I step out. Here it goes. I put on my seductive face as I wrap around the pole. The boys start going wild as my body moves. I've gotten pretty good at this whole stripping thing.

I look out into the audience. The best way to get tips is to give the boys a lap dance. I spot the photographer. Wow. He was actually really…. Good looking. He was dressed in black jeans and a black button up. He had black hair, and I want to say green eyes, but it was hard to tell from this far away.

Seductively, I made my way towards him as he took photos of me. I brushed up against a few boys on the way over, hoping to get some tips. Most guys were pretty generous when their drunk.

I took the camera out of camera mans hands as I sat down on his lap. He smirked, damn it was cute too. I lean down and whisper in his ear, "Hey camera man."

His breathing picks up. Good, I'm doing okay. I start to rub against him, and now I know I'm doing well. He reaches down and takes out a twenty dollar bill, very generous. He slides his fingers across the bill and smirks as he sticks it in my bra, "Buy yourself something pretty."

Oh boy. That was hot.

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Eli's POV:

Oh my God. That was…wow. She was a lot prettier than any strippers I had ever shot. Hell, she was prettier than a lot of girl's period. Beautiful. She even gave me a lap dance!

When she finished, I can't say I wasn't disappointed. I turned to Haviar, "Could you by any chance tell me where I can find her? I need to get final permission on these pictures." I say. Yeah, that was believable. I just wanted to talk to her. Smell her sweet scent again. God, I was a creep.

Haviar laughed and took a swig of his beer, mine remaining untouched. I wasn't much of a beer drinker. It tasted like bitter pee, "Yes, yes. Down the hall, last door on the left. Good luck my friend."

I nod a goodbye and rush to find her. When I reach her room, I knock on the door and wait for her to answer. She opens the door, wearing a white robe. All her makeup has been taken off, making it so much easier for me to see her gorgeous blue eyes.

I realize I haven't said anything when she looks impatient, "Sorry..." I mutter, "I'm Eli by the way. I took the pictures for the "For Him" shoot."

She nods, "Of course. I'm Clare. Thanks for the great tip."

I shrug, "No big deal. You were really great out there by the way."

Her face drops a little, but she still smiles, "Thanks."

I wonder why she doesn't look happy. I am very intrigued by her, "I was wondering if you could maybe get a cup of coffee…with me? You need to approve these pictures. And I wouldn't mind getting to know you." I say, smirking.

She smirks right back, "Well if you don't mind getting to know me….. I guess I could stand talking to you."

She was witty huh? That's actually quite a turn on, "So is that a yes?" I ask.

"Give me five minutes to change." She shuts her door. Damn. She was good.