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AUGUST 2010.

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Sinful Dancing

Chapter 1: Hips don't lie

BPOV

I promised to never to fall in love again. That was my vow, and I was going to keep it. I thought as I search for my next prey. Men looking for an easy fuck, who knew how to offer a good time, that was what I was looking for tonight.

Royce called me, asking me if I could take Tanya's shift tonight. He knew he could count on me; he knew I would never say no; he knew I was in it for the money. I needed to survive somehow. I didn't have a big greedy attitude, but I needed the money.

I had my high black leather heels. A short pencil skirt that marked my curves very well, and a black flower pattern corset. I walked there, not caring if someone on the street thought I was some kind of hooker because I definitely wasn't. But I always had a knee length black cotton jacket, just in case some drunk or asshole thought about doing something to me.

I arrived and the club had a long line I saw Alec at the entrance with the red velvet rope in front of him. He saw me and offered me a big goofy grin. I couldn't help smiling him back.

He let me through but before entering, I heard one of the millions of women waiting to enter, yell at me.

"Why the hell did you pass her through? Because she is dressed as a hooker? Bitch don't fucking cut the line because you think you are some-" Alec had cut her off by pushing her onto the street. A few seconds later, a car passed over a puddle which splashed all over her white dress. I tried to hold my laughter but, of course, I failed miserably. When I moved to enter the club, I spotted a messy, bronze hair guy whose back was to me and next to him was a man shorter than him with wavy blonde hair. He noticed I was staring and I turn my face which instantly got warm.

"Alec, let those two gentlemen pass. They caught my eye," I said to him, pointing at the two men still talking to each other.

"Hey you two, Pretty boy and Blondie," Alec called them with a scary voice.

"Are you deaf?" Alec with the same volume said. The pretty boy looked at me and pointed at himself. I nodded. He whispered something to his friend and got out of the line.

"Yes? Please don't tell me you are kicking us out," Blondie said. Alec was about to talk but I stopped him.

"Well, you are already are out. So either you are going to enter or you are going to enter," I said at Blondie, but my gaze was to the sex-god in front of me.

"You caught this lady's eyes, consider yourself lucky. She doesn't do this, ever. If I think about it, you guys are the first in her four years," Alec said. I hung my head in disappointment. Pretty boy started laughing but not rudely, like he just enjoyed a good joke.

"Come on in guys and enjoy," I said, walking toward the entrance. I felt Pretty boy's eyes glued to my back. I may have a big jacket but it hugged my curves, just like my skirt and my shirt.

Once we entered, the music almost made my eardrums burst even though I've been working here for four years. I started walking towards Royce's office until a warm hand stopped me. I turn around to see who the fuck dare take my arm. When I turned around, I found myself staring into bright green eyes and a flashing smirk. Pretty Boy.

"Hey, thanks…" he prolonged the phrase; I notice he wanted to know my name. He kept staring into my eyes as if he found something he lost. He notices I was in some kind of trance.

"Bella," I said.

"Edward. Nice to meet you, Bella," he said. My name sounded like a moan, which obviously turn me on.

"Well, Edward, as much as I have to stay here I have to work," I said to him. He let go of me but as he did, he looked like he was in pain. He nodded, but stayed there. Seconds passed and he flashed a perfect smile.

I notice that even though he let go of me, I didn't move nor did I want to. I started walking forward, losing sight of the messy bronze hair of the sex-god.

God! I am trying to have sex AFTER I am married, not before. This is going to be a hard test, I thought. I knew I wasn't a virgin because of my senior year though, not at prom because that would be so fucking cliché. But I was still catholic, and if I could avoid temptation, I would. But God had sent me my own personal semi-god- if he wasn't a god already.

I found the door into Royce's office, and knocked lightly on it. I pressed my ear against the door; I heard various grunts, moans and other sounds. Royce was in his happy place.

"Royce!" I scream over the door. I heard a low 'thump' which probably meant that the girl was getting off my boss. I was sorry I interrupted but, he needed to see me. A few more minutes later, my boss told me to enter.

He was sitting in his chair, like some Mafia boss. He had a thin mustache, suspenders, a white shirt, and brand pants. Next to him was his suit in his new "girl" shoulders. She looked shy or embarrassed and then her eyes met my gaze and she was licking her lips. God!, I thought. People had their lifestyles, and I respect them for it, but accepting their lifestyle was another thing entirely. If she loved men and women, I couldn't say that that was wrong; everything that was linked created of love deserved respect. But this woman looked like she was filled with lust and nothing else, which is why I found her a little disturbing.

"Why hello Bella," Royce said in his 'charming' voice. I rolled my eyes at him with a tight smile.

"Why hello Royce," I reply in the same tone. "I am ready to work. But Alec told me you wanted to see me first?"

"Yeah, I was looking over your request and here you go." He gave me a yellow envelope. I opened it to see his reply. He had accepted it. I was sad, happy and proud. A mix of feelings

"Awww Royce! Thanks and I am so sorry. I love it here. But I know I got to keep going forward," I said while running up to him, giving him my world class death hugs.

"Bel-l-la…cccan't breee-athe," he choked out. I let go, whispering a quick 'sorry' in his ear.

Royce had kept his hands to himself since I started working here, but he might always showed some respect but, he knew when to have a little fun and tease me. But since this was my last night, I wanted to give him a proper good bye - a la Bella mode.

I know I shouldn't have sex with whoever that walked but, I did it out of love and friendship.

"I want to give you a proper good bye, alone" I whispered into his ear. He gulped quite loudly. The woman sitting over the next 'huffed' as I knew she had heard my words. Royce ignored her and nodded at me.

I stepped outside the club. I could see Alice giving drinks to one table. She finished and found me. Smiling, she ran up to me.

"Bella!" she said, giving me a one-hand hug as her other hand had the serving tray.

"What did Royce said?" she asked, excited and nervous like I knew she would be. I hung my head in disappointment. Alice let a loud sigh.

"That's ok. We can look for a job there." I was so bad at hiding my laughter and she caught me.

"Bella, you are so evil!" she said, hitting my forearm.

"We are going to England!" both of us yelled, filled with excitement.

Alice has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. She and I have nothing in common except for our love with vampires and English men. But we always have fun no matter what we did. I hated shopping but, when Alice comes along it was another experience entirely. She always found the perfect clothes for me to wear, and when we go outdoors, she had fun at everything I offer for us to do.

"Hey, you should check out someone I met," I said to Alice who was staring at nothing. She snapped her head at my direction.

"Who? Who?" The word eager doesn't even begin to cover her reaction.

I forgot I had a job to do. I told Alice that if I saw him, I would come down the stage and tell her. I changed into more seductive clothes. I wasn't a stripper but I was a pole dancer.

I had my five or six inch black heels, a red and black two pieces, which looked like a leotard, and black and white stripes stockings.

I came to my usual pole, and a seductive song started. I dance with the pole like if I was having sex with it. I whipped my hair once, twice or maybe more. My legs were my strength. All men that came tonight would pick me for the entertainment. Most of them complimented of my hips or waist, but mostly my legs.

Once thing I hated about this job, and I told Royce about it who told me that it attracted more people, which sadly was true, was the body glitter. Maybe at some sentences to explain WHY she hates the body glitter…?

At some point I slowed down, doing more seductive crutching down and making my ass look good. Sometimes men throw money at me, but I never picked it up. I was not a stripper.

I took the main floor as the other girls took a ten minute break. I was the "show of the hour"; every hour when there was a break, one of the girls stayed up dancing, it was like the "fifteen minutes of fame".

I went to the middle pole as three of the six poles disappeared, giving me more stage to dance with. Royce told me in the phone my "show" was twenty minutes tonight, just because this was my last night.

The DJ put more seductive music and I lost myself to it. When I lost myself to the music, I felt I was in my room with a comfortable shirt and panties; dancing just to have fun. No one was there to eye me or anything of that sort. I remembered Pretty Boy which ruled my thoughts as I dance. I let the music consume me.

I opened my eyes to see my audience. I almost froze as I saw those green eyes glued to mine. He wasn't following my body movements; he was just staring at me. It was supposed to be creepy but, weirdly enough, I felt turned on. I wanted his eyes only on me, like if I was only made for him as he obviously was made for me.

Bella, snap out of it!

Stay out of it!

You said no more love; easy love!

I had an inner discussion because I did vow to myself I wouldn't fall in love ever again. But those eyes were so tempting. I wanted him. My body wanted him, let me rephrase…I needed him., . His arms against me, his hand grabbing what it could and wished, his legs wrapped around mine, his chest crushing mine, his back against my bed or his and his face glued to mine without the need for air.

The music was starting to fade, but our gaze kept intact. When the music stopped and the lights started blinking in a rhythm pattern, all the girls came on stage. I straighten my back and posed. I didn't know what was happening.

Royce stepped on stage with a microphone.

"Hey, everybody! How ya'll doing tonight? Having fun yet?" Royce screamed to the excited, pump and very drunken audience. Everybody made a sound, whether it was howling, clapping or something else. "Well, you might be having fun. But I am a little bit sad." The crowd made an 'awww'ed .

"This pretty lady," he said, pointing at me and some howling started, "named Bella, if some fella wants to know the name of the girl that they will never have is leaving!" The crowd shouted some 'boo' or 'stay' and then out of the nothing, they all started chanting my name. "Be-lla, Be-lla, Be-lla." Royce handed me the microphone, but I didn't take it. He shoved it to my face, obviously with no harsh intentions.

"Hi, guys! Well this might be my last night, but you are the lucky ones that are going to get a Bella exclusive." I had no idea what I was saying, but might as well have some fun. The howling continues from both sexes. I didn't mind as long as they didn't approach me with bad intentions.

"When I started here, I remember the first thing Royce said to me. I had entered the office looking all shy and he said, 'So how are our kids?'" I said, as the crowd started laughing probably because they were intoxicated. I laughed along with them. I went to the edge of the stage and Pretty Boy was still there looking at me.

"Tonight, I have fallen in love." I really didn't, but I wanted some fun tonight. The crowds made an 'aww' cheer. "And the man is going to pay off my lap dance classes." The crowd started cheering like crazy.

"Do you want to know the lucky man?" I screamed. Everybody started shouting like they were filled with adrenaline.

"I call him Pretty Boy, but his really name is…Pretty Boy. And I want this lucky man to come up here - Demetri, please bring up a comfortable chair." The crowd was really horny as men started to turn on their cameras.

Edward was still staring at me. I bent to reach his face and when I did, I whispered, "Are you coming up or not?" His face snapped at my direction and nodded. I smiled at my victory, my last night in the states.

Demetri came up with a chair and Edward sat down. He gulped enough for me to hear him. I smiled at him and that did it.

The DJ played at very seductive techno beat. I started swaying my hips against his lap; my ass giving his hard on a good massage. He was very aroused.

I looked into his eyes half way to the song. My heel got stuck slighty on the floor and made me falls to the floor, butt first. The crowd started laughing but, even though I was embarrassed, Edward offered his hand to help me. I kindly accepted it. He smiled.

He came closer to my ear. "I am lucky I got that dance," he said in a British accent which was my cherry on top. I almost fainted. I think that you should add how Edward left the stage and such.

Royce gave me the microphone once again.

"Well, the classes did pay off, trust me. But I was dazzled by the Pretty Boy," I said. The audience started laughing, cheering, howling and clapping.

"Now let's bring the girls and party on until MORNING on!" I cheered at the crowd. I stepped down while the other girls started dancing.

I search for Edward who was sitting in one of the back booth with the transparent curtains along with Blondie. I smirked and also searched for Alice who was busting one of her tables.

"Alice, I found himm" I said to her, which made me received a grin from her.

We went over to the table and Edward spotted me. He never took his eyes of me. I was happy a man; a British man wanted me. But I was leaving tomorrow, and I knew it was unlikely if we saw each other ever again.

"Why hello ladies," Edward said with a lop-sided smirk.

"Edward, this is my friend Alice." I presented her to him. Even though we just met I wanted her to know the Blondie, even if I didn't know his name.

But Blondie was about to do it himself as I caught him in the corner of my eye leering her or 'checking her out'. I smiled in triumph.

"Hello, I am Jasper - Jasper Whitlock," he said, offering his hand to Alice, who blushed deeply.

"Would you care to dance with me?" I knew Alice liked him for being British, direct and blonde.

She looked at me and I could tell that she wanted to so badly. I nodded. I would handle Royce if he gave her a hard time this last night.

"At one, she has to get back to work," I said with a smile.

"Would you care to dance?" Edward caught my attention.

"Huh?" I asked, as if I didn't hear him.

"Care to dance?"

"I am leaving and paperwork for tomorrow. Alice can't handle that she forgets easily," I informed him. His head hung in disappointment. I was disappointed too, but I wasn't going to meet him again anytime soon.

"Will I see you again?" he asked.

"Maybe." And I truly hoped that we would.

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