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CPOV

I tried to concentrate on Leila last night, but I couldn't. I couldn't get the images of the mystery girl out of my head; How beautiful and alluring and illusive she was; How I imagine her aura to be a deep and hypnotic burgundy color and her skin to feel like silk under my fingertips.

All I could think about was herin my playroom…and Leila definitely noticed. My dick would immediately go soft when I was snapped back into reality and realized it was Leila in the room and not her. Here she goes making me feel out of control again, and I don't even know her fucking name.

So here I am. Sitting in my SUV outside of the same fucking strip club where I met her last night. I look up to see Taylor's gaze is completely flat and unreadable, but I know that in his head he must be wondering what the hell is going on here. He knows I fucking hate strip clubs.

I pull out my phone and look at the time. It's just past 10 pm on a Thursday night, and I can see that the club is getting pretty packed. I have a good feeling that she'll be here tonight. I mean, there's no way that the prettiest girl in the club won't be working on one of the busiest nights of the week.

Working. Fuck. My blood boils again at the thought of strangers staring at her body. My hands ball into fists and I swear I almost break my fucking teeth from how hard I'm biting down thinking about how she went home with the sleazy owner last night.

I stuff my phone in my pocket and turn towards Taylor.

"Go ahead and pull into the parking lot after I go inside," I instruct. "I don't know how long I'll be."

"I'd feel more comfortable if I went in with you, sir," he responds.

"No," is the only word that escapes my mouth as I open the door and exit the SUV. I pull my suit jacket closer around me and button the front of it together. It's starting to get chilly in Seattle.

I enter the building and am immediately greeted by him. The sleazy, old, asshole of an owner who has the girl I so desperately want.

He holds his hand out for mine and I take it hesitantly. He shakes my hand firmly and the smile that reaches his face is genuine. I know that look. When people see me all they see is money signs above my head.

"Mr. Grey, so glad that you're back!" He says enthusiastically. "Did you see something you liked?" He wags his thick eye brows up and down and I can't help but scowl but he doesn't seem to notice.

"You could say that," I say as I look away from him and scan the crowd.

"Would you like a more secluded area of the club? Or to see a certain dancer?"

I put my hand up in an effort to get him to stop blabbing.

"I'll be fine. I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Yes sir, anything you want, just name it!" He shouts to my retreating back, causing everyone to stare and take notice of me. Fucking idiot. I want to ring his neck.

I walk slowly with my hands casually in my pockets as I scan the stages. I don't see her up there. I lean up against the very back wall of the room and sink into the shadows, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible as I search her out.

10, 20, 30 minutes pass and I still don't see her anywhere. I'm about to give up and just fucking ask that asshole where she is when there's a low hum of voices in the room and the energy changes. I can see every guy in here shifting in their seats and I know it's her.

Sure enough, she walks slowly to the stage, removing her black robe in the process, revealing a matching dark purple bra and panty set…or at least I guess that's what you could call it. The bottoms are basically a thong and her tits are spilling over the top of the cups of her bra and I can see the slightest hint of the color of her nipples peeking out.

For a moment, I forget where I am. I am completely paralyzed at the sight of her. With the light shining right on her I can see every tiny detail of her. Her skin is smooth and pure porcelain. She has tiny freckles in random spots all over her body. She is lean but is soft in all of the right places. Her ass is fucking amazing and looks so soft and full. Her beautiful breasts that are being squeezed by that bra are begging for me to let them out. I could only imagine how smooth her skin would feel underneath my tongue.

But it's her face that's really driving me insane. There are those lips – those eyes…they look so sad and empty and they're accompanied by a slight but fake smile as she moves across the stage.

I am absolutely flabbergasted by her stage presence. This person is nothing like the shy and timid girl who seemed so tiny and vulnerable as she barely reached the height of my chin when she was looking up at me last night. She's putting on quite a show and I silently thank myself for thinking ahead and tucking my dick into the waist band of my boxer briefs in case of emergency…which is currently happening.

A few whistles from the crowd are what shakes me from my coma and I realize where I am and what I came here for. I watch in horror as she gets onto her knees and leans over slightly so some fucking douche bag can slip some cash into her tiny bra.

That's it. I've had enough of this bullshit.

I walk straight up to the stage that she's on and push past another guy who has gotten up to hand her money.

"Hey man, I got here first," I hear his nasally voice whine.

"Shut up," I say and stand authoritatively waiting for her to notice me.

She does, and her fluid and graceful movements falter for a moment. I can tell she doesn't really know what to do and that she is shocked that I'm here again.

I make a gentle motion with my head telling her to come to me. She does, slowly and hesitantly, mind you, but she still comes.

She gets down on her hands and knees, pushing her breasts together and letting her radiant hair fall and frame her face. She's playing a part, but I can feel her energy. She's nervous again, just like I made her nervous last night.

"Can I help you?" She asks in a whisper. This is the same thing she asked me last night. Last night she tried to fake confidence and her voice cracked with nervousness. Tonight, her voice is small, hushed, and unsure.

"I want to talk to you," I say quickly and hold my hand out from her to take and come off of the stage.

"I'm working," she says through her teeth. Her eyes dart around hoping that nobody is listening to the exchange.

"Fine then," I say with an annoyed sigh, "I want a lap dance."

She gives a sarcastic chuckle and rolls her eyes. My body tenses.

"I don't give lap dances," she says with disdain in her voice, looking at me through narrowed eyes. "And I don't do any one on one time with customers. So either give me some cash, or leave me alone."

She notices that I make no move to hand her money so she smoothly and professionally moves away from me as if nothing happened.

I stand there dumbfounded. I breathe deeply in order to control myself and my emotions.

She must have no idea of who I am and what I'm capable of getting.

With long and determined strides I find myself face to face with the scum bag owner. We are the same height so my eyes glare directly into his. He's caught off guard by my demeanor, I can tell.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Grey?"

"I want a private lap dance from the dancer on stage 2."

His eyes immediately fill with disappointment. "I'm sorry Mr. Grey, Cherry doesn't do private dances."

"Cherry? That's her fucking stage name?" I ask him with venom in my voice. He really couldn't come up with anything original for her?

"She's been very adamant about what she will and won't do," he starts to explain. "I've tried to reason with her, as she's my most popular dancer, but she won't budge. And I really don't want to lose the income she brings so I don't push her on it."

I begin to get impatient and more frustrated by the second and reach into my pocket, pulling out my wallet, and opening it up to show him the stack of hundreds I have. His eyes go wide.

"How much?" I ask. "I have my Amex card on me as well."

"Mr. Grey…"

"How fucking much?!"

"Alright alright," he says putting his hands up in defeat, "Let me go talk to her."

I put my wallet away momentarily as I watch him walk away and pull her from the stage, taking her to the back room. What a pathetic fucker. Letting someone have a private dance with his girl for a price. It's disgusting and unrespectable. If this girl was mine I'd make sure no one ever touched her again.

I take a deep breath and take a seat in one of the plush chairs at the front. I need to get myself together. I don't even know this girl and I'm putting up this much of a fuss? Never in my life would I ever waste so much time, effort, and energy on a girl I wanted to fuck. I have no idea what's wrong with me.

As I'm lost in my head I hear the back-door slam and the quick trot of heels on the tile floor followed by that low life's voice. "You stop this instant! I'm not doing this with you every time!"

"No!"

It's her, I look up and see her in a large black trench coat with her backpack over her shoulder. She's walking quickly and her face is stone cold.

I quickly reach up and grab her wrist.

"Hey, wait – "

"I said NO!" She screams. She goes to push against my chest with her hands but my swift reflexes that are always on high alert grab both of her hands in mine before she can touch me.

She freezes for a second as I grip her hands tightly in mine before coming back to reality and yanking herself away from me.

"I just want to talk to you," I say gently with my hands up in an attempt to show surrender, as if trying to approach a small, scared animal.

"God damnit, everyone just leave me alone! Including you," she said as she shoots daggers at me with her eyes.

Without another word, she turns quickly towards the front door and exists, slamming it behind her.

I slump into the chair behind me and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. Fuck.

"I'm sorry Mr. Grey…I tried to talk to her but she – "

"It's fine," I snap. "When a woman says no she means no. You can tell her I won't be bothering her anymore."

Maybe this is a good thing. I would just end up hurting her anyway, like I do with every other submissive I've ever had. Whoever this girl is, I guess I'll care enough for her to stay away.

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