Chapter One
Christian
I lay my hands flat on my desk and sit back in my chair. This deal with the Japanese has been taking me weeks to figure out. These assholes want to highball the price, but I'm not a fucking idiot. I know what they're trying to do. Those men think that I'm desperate, but I'm not. They're the ones who need the money, not me. If they don't sell in the next week, they're done for.
I tap my fingers on the desk, humming to a beat I got going on in my head. Little while ago, I heard Andrea and Olivia playing music on their break and the beat hasn't left my mind. All I can do is tap my foot and the sudden urge to move my hips is evident by the way my chair moves back and forth. Didn't think the almighty powerful ceo had rhythm did you?
It goes a bit further than that. Way further. I'm a stripper at one of the elite strip joints in Washington. Only the well-known can get in, and before they slide through those doors they have to sign an NDA and hand over their cellphones. Many of the women who get a dance from me want to run and tell their friends about it, but all they do is hint for them to come to the club as soon as they can. I'm not complaining though.
Some wonder why I do this. It's a question I sometimes ask myself. Why would a billionaire need to strip if they already have everything? The answer is simple. I love to dance, and I get a bonus to grind and run my body against another woman's as well. My ass would just take dance lessons, but I don't need lessons. I know what I'm doing, and I want to have fun.
Nobody knows what I do except for the secretive customers and my club family. My real family does not know my second life style and I manage to keep it that way. I'm not embarrassed by what I do, it's just that I know that they wouldn't approve. Well, maybe Elliot would. But then again, he's an idiot.
I stand up and walk over to my speakers. Flicking through my songs I pick the one I heard earlier and plug my phone in and press play. As the song begins to flow through, I unbutton my shirt after taking off my cufflinks. After pulling my shirt off I toss it to the side and watch it land on the leather sofa. The song Strip That Down begins echoing through my office and I can't hold back my grin.
Before I can start I hear the door open and see Gwen and Ros walk in. Ros chuckles when she sees me and walks over to one of the open chairs. Gwen just rolls her eyes and leans against the wall.
"Give me what you got Grey." Ros smirks. I slide on my legs towards her and put my hands on her knees, spreading her legs open.
"You sure about that Ros?" I smile at her wickedly. She let's out a breath.
"I'm trying to keep her gay. Keep it that way Grey." Gwen huffs. I laugh and stand up.
"Guess I better stop then." I wink at both of them. Ros shakes her head, irritated with herself.
"Holy shit, I had a straight moment." we all laugh. Even Gwen. "Again!"
"If you all want to get together, I don't mind at all." I smirk. Ros rolls her eyes, but hides a smile.
"Not a chance Christian. Not a chance in hell that you are getting your hands on my Ros." Gwen giggles. I grin.
"Too late for both of you." I watch as both of them blush.
I chuckle. As you can see, these two help me practice with my routines. Ros walked in on me one day in the office as I was dancing to one of my favorite songs and she just stood there, shocked. After walking in on me I just kept going and grabbed her arm and threw her in one of the chairs. She started laughing and was having a really good time watching me. She even took money out of her purse and started sliding the twenties in the front of my pants. We couldn't stop laughing the whole time and made it a regular thing to have her help me.
Even Gwen and Andrea have been helping me with my routines. Andrea just smiles and sits there, surprisingly. I don't have to worry about her because of her boyfriend and she's dedicated to him. It's sad that I'm having to watch over Ros and Gwen asses and they're the gay ones. It's highly amusing.
I grab my shirt and slip my arms through the sleeves, not bothering to button it up. It's going to be off in less than an hour anyways and the press have seen my naked ass pressed up against a glass wall while I fuck one of the random women I pick up. So, it's not like it matters if I go out there with my shirt open for the world to see. Is it?
Ros and Gwen walk ahead of me, hand in hand, and head out. I grab my suit jacket and briefcase and follow behind them. Damn, I can't wait to get to the club and see the guys. Can't wait to tell them what's been going on lately and what new routine I have planned for all of us. I'm sure they would love it with their perverted asses. I snicker quietly to myself.
We walk out of my office and I say goodbye to Olivia and Andrea. The girls don't ogle me like the rest do. They're used to me showing myself and they have boyfriends that they're committed to. I'm lucky for that.
"Goodbye Mr. Grey." they both say. I nod at the two before stepping into the elevator with Ros and Gwen.
As the elevator makes its way down, Ros and I talk about the upcoming deals that we have to try to figure out. One that we are hesitant about is Steele Corporations. They have been our biggest concern for over four years. A year after Steele started her company.
She has a shipping yard in Ireland that we want, that will give people in America many jobs. Not to mention create many more jobs for the Irish. She just needs to talk to me, but she won't. I don't like the bitch. Never have, and she's always hated me so I've never bothered with her. Well, not really hated her. She just doesn't bother to talk to me, but things need to change. If she won't bother to take my calls, I need to find a way to get a meeting with her in person.
We step off the elevator and start walking towards the front doors of the building. I notice that it's quieter than usual and when I look around I'm getting looks from everyone. Well, I guess when your boss is showing his body you have the right to look. Not really the right, but you know what I mean. I think. I flick my hand, dismissing all of them to get back to work. These people have seen my ass naked in the tabloids. This shouldn't bother them.
I spot Taylor walking towards me shaking his head. I'm having to hide a smile. He hates it when I don't hide myself from the world. Damn, it's not like I'm a chick flaunting her tits. Taylor just doesn't want the drama around me and wants to keep me safe. I'm not making it easy for him though.
I notice a few photographers at the entrance of GEH, but I ignore them and walk to the open door of the black Suv. I don't have time for this. I need to get to the club before Gabriella gets pissed with me. She doesn't care about my billions. If I'm late without a phone call, she always punishes me by making me work the bar or telling me not to come in. She's a cruel woman keeping me from what I want. Sexy, but cruel.
Gabriella is in her early forties, but takes good care of herself. She has red hair with a touch of gray to it and curves that would make another man want his hands on. Make another woman kill for. Her smile is infectious and that's what made me adore her. She bought the club twenty years ago and it has made a killing ever since. When she saw me walk into the club, a look of shock and awe washed over her face but it vanished when I asked her if I could try this out. I pissed her off.
She said 'this' wasn't something you could just try. It was something you had to be dedicated to. Not drag ass. Let's just say I was shocked by her attitude, but I ended up laughing at her behavior and holding out my hand to shake hers. She was wary, but took it. I told her that the reason I came to the club in the first place was to find a way to dance without the press seeing me. She made me audition on stage while the guys watched and they were all impressed. Turns out I was one of her best dancers.
We pull up to the club thirty five minutes later and I jump out, running up to the doors. Andrew doesn't even bother to see if it's me because he already knows. I'm the only one who shows up this late for work. Gabriella and the guys know my reason though. GEH needs my attention as well,and I can't let people lose jobs because I lack focus.
I slap Andrew's ass before walking through the doors of the club and head in. The music's already loud as hell and I see all the guys surrounding the bar, Gabriella talking amongst all of them. She must be having to talk to them about a special client coming in, otherwise she wouldn't be having to do this.
"Who's the client?" I ask, jumping over the bar and throwing an arm over her shoulder. She raises an eyebrow at me, taking in my appearance. "What? Can't I try a new look every once in awhile?"
"Not you." I pout. She turns back to all the men who are grinning at our banter. "Our new client is Anastasia Steele. Her friend, Kate Kavanagh, wants to host her Bachelorette party here. Tonight." I gape at her, causing her to look my way. "What?"
"Anastasia Steele is getting married?" she nods. "Since when?" she shrugs.
"I don't know, but we can't ask questions, because this isn't any of our business." she looks at me. "Even yours Mr. Grey."
"I know the rules Gabriella." I huff causing her to grin.
"Good. Now I want all of you to practice all of your routines tonight before everyone gets here. Every bachelorette party needs to be the best." she shoos us away.
When I walk away I watch as Eli, her husband, walk towards her encasing her in his arms. The two have been together for over fifteen years and it's a sight to see every time. He doesn't care about her owning this place, because he knows that she's dedicated to him. She loves him and only him. I take my eyes away from the two and give them some privacy before walking over to the guys. We have two hours before the doors open, so we better make it count.
Ashton, Liam, and Shawn are all gathered in a circle talking amongst themselves. They look like they're in a heated debate about something because Shawn has a serious look on his face and I can hear Liam's voice raising. I quickly walk over to the guys and put my hands on each ones shoulder making them settle a bit.
"What's going on guys?"
"Liam wants to change the routine." Shawn snaps. A small rumble comes from Liam.
"It could be better." Liam says.
"We only have two hours. Do you think having eight guys learning this new routine would be bright?" I ask Liam. He hesitates for a minute before shaking his head.
"No. No, sorry." he sighs.
"Why the sudden change? This routine is fucking great man. Maybe one of our best." I offer up.
"Because it's Steele." Ashton offers, the one who's been quiet. I nod, a wicked grin appearing.
"Whichever one of you gets her is a lucky bastard, because I know I won't." they all quirk an eyebrow. "She absolutely hates me for some reason." they all laugh.
We practice on the routine for a while, and the guys and I try not to joke around but it's hard not to. The routine is based off me. See, the reason we ended up doing a routine based off me is because Gabriella couldn't think of anything else. So I joked around and said, "Hey! Why not do it off GEH!". She actually took me seriously and made me the star lead of the show.
So now we are all wearing rip off suits, as the women all begin to walk through the doors. The waiters serve them their drinks as they wait and get eyed hungrily by the antsy women. It's hard not to laugh.
As I look around, I finally spot Steele walking through the doors of the club with Ms. Kavanagh herself. She looks sexy as usual in that tight red dress of hers, but so very nervous. It's cute how worked up she is. I want to mess with her, but if I can raise my chances in getting that Ireland shipping yard from her I'm not going to fuck that up.
I watch as Gabriella walks on stage, causing all the women to quiet down quickly. The guys and I get in our spots fast, taking our places. We wait for Ryan to come give us the tables and chairs of the person we are supposed to bring on stage before the music begins to play. It never surprises me that I always get a blonde. Happens every time.
When Ryan whispers what table and chair, I freeze. I'm supposed to get Steele. Am I allowed to switch places with someone? That was stupid for me to think, I know. I remember last time I asked that and I got cussed the fuck out. I'm so screwed, and I know this will ruin my chances with this deal in every way. Shit.
Gabriella gives the final announcement, so I plaster on my trademark smirk as the curtains rise. As the curtains rise we hear the words flow through the speakers…
"Mr. Grey will see you now…" in Andrea's voice. She helped us out with this one.
Chuckles are heard throughout the audience. They all think that we're mocking Christian Grey. But as the curtains rise all the way past my face, you can hear gasps replacing the chuckles. A few 'Holy shits' can be heard as well. This happens every time new people come here. Never gets old though. Even after a year.
The chairs are set up on stage and it looks like we need to go get our prey. Lord help me. I walk down stage, tearing off my shirt as I go, getting a scream from the ladies. Ignoring them, my eyes are set right on Steele, no one else. This is going to be a long night. Kavanagh is looking at me in shock while Steele is looking down at her hands. She's a shy little thing for what she does.
I step in front of her and wait for her to acknowledge me. When she notices the shadow over her she quickly looks up, and those gorgeous blue eyes of hers widen. She looks terrified. Why is she here if this isn't what she wanted? Probably her friends.
"Well hello Ms. Steele." I purr. Her eyes widen. "I'll be escorting you to the stage." her friends start clapping. As she starts shaking her head, I scoop her up in my arms and head back towards the stage. A small little squeak could be heard from her.
"What are you doing?" she stutters.
"Well, I'm going to give you a good time before you ruin your life." she shakes her head.
"GEH." she simply says.
"I like to dance." I grin, walking onto the stage and setting her in the chair in the middle of the stage. I noticed that all the guys have their women already cuffed in. My turn.
I grab Steeles wrist and cuff her into one of the leather Handcuffs. She gasps, causing me to chuckle. I do the same with the other. She's trembling as I finish with her.
"You okay little one?" she nods. I look down at her red dress and see that her nipples have hardened against the thin fabric. I beg my cock to slow its roll, and to calm down. Don't need an erection during a performance. I've taught myself how to control that part of my body, but with this woman it's going to be much harder.