A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be changing my loads of laundry. With 4 kids, I do a lot of laundry. :D
This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I'm distracted by all the reviews and lovely things you're saying. They're so pretty...
This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. 3 hours on the phone today. Still not enough. :D
Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. Where else would I have learned so much about stripping? I mean, I'm a nice, church going, quiet little mother of 4... :)
**disclaimer **
This story is a bit taboo. And I love all of your theories... :D
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… Chapter Twenty Nine - Target … Bella …
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Marcus asked, begged really, for me to help out in the VIP room. A bachelor party was booked, so it was simple enough. Flirt a little, bat my eyelashes, tease them. They'd all be drunk in no time and start parting with their money like there was no tomorrow.
I had only done a few private dances, and only for customers that I knew well.
There were two options. One where I danced in a lit area and the man sat in the dark, watching me. He couldn't touch me, but he could do whatever he wanted to himself. All of my clothes came off in that one. With the exception of my garter belt or thong. I needed that to cover my c-section scar. It might be tiny, but it's still there.
The other option I'd only done once. That one, he could touch me. There couldn't be penetration of any sort, and the security camera's made sure. But he could feel me, touch me. Pretty much whatever I was comfortable with. Unfortunately for the man, all of my clothes stayed on, as did his.
Most men wanted bare tits too much, they preferred to watch me strip while they jerked off in the corner. It was cool with me. I made two hundred bucks for each half hour dance. Plus it made my night go by faster.
The one time I'd done option two, he was a regular. Older. A widower. He came in on the five year anniversary of his wife's death. He missed her. He thought it would help him through the loneliness, being able to touch someone. But instead he ended up crying on my shoulder.
I sobbed for an hour after I got home that night.
Thinking of you.
Do you go to strip clubs? Do you let dancers touch you? Do you touch them?
Do you have someone at home to touch?
Are you still with Leah?
Tanya and Kate are working the VIP room. Kate's cool with me helping, but Tanya looks a little upset. My help means a three way split of the tips, instead of just two. I don't care, either way.
"Bella, did you see that guy over there? Holy shit, he's hot. Like, fuck hot. I wish he'd ask me into a private room. I'd totally turn those damn camera's off and fuck him."
Tanya is always looking for the one. The hottest one in the group. Singling him out and spending the night working him over.
She always succeeds.
Always.
Whoever her target is tonight, I feel kinda sorry for him. He'll never see it coming.
Bringing up a second round of shots, I feel something strange in the room, like someone is watching me.
It doesn't feel wrong, though. Just odd. Off. Different.
Yet familiar.
Several men ask me into a private room, but every one of them wants the touching option. I don't want that. Not tonight.
Finally, with an hour left in my shift, Tanya approaches.
"Damn it, Bella. Mr. Fuck Hot asked for you in a private room. He wants to watch, but I swear, if he changes his mind, you'd better come get me. I'm dying for a piece of him."
"Okay," I mumble, heading downstairs to drop off my tray and empty shot glasses.
"Bella, room three," Felix yells to me when I get back upstairs. "I got your music loaded. Have fun."
He smiles. Felix is a good guy, always looking out for us girls. I've never had any trouble, but some have. I'm always glad he sits right outside of the rooms.
I walk into the dark room, making sure to close the door behind me, keep the illusion within these four walls.
"You asked for me?" I say, as the over head spot lights flip on.
"Yeah," is all I hear. I can see the outline of a man, just shadows of his body. He sits in the corner, his elbow on the arm rest, chin resting in his hand.
I feel it again. That strange feeling. Why is that? It's been a weird night.
My song starts playing, and I move my body in time to the music. There's a pole, but I'm more of a chair girl. I grab the wooden chair in the corner, pulling it to the center of the stage and straddling it. I make sure he can see my pussy. The thong doesn't really cover much, and I know he'll most likely get a good view.
My shoulders roll to the music. Hands rubbing up and down my body. Head lulling back, then whipping around.
My teeth sink into my lip.
You always liked that. How I did that when we made love.
I pretend I'm dancing for you. I always do.
My fingers move to the knot on my shirt, untying it and slowly peeling the fabric from my body.
As my tits pop out, bouncing a little, I hear a gasp.
The man is enjoying himself, clearly.
My shirt is on the floor, and I stand, kicking the chair away and moving toward the pole.
I bend over, my ass in the air, right where he can see, then slowly drop down into a squat, before grabbing the pole and lifting myself up.
It rubs between my breasts, then I'm humping it, thrusting my pelvis back and forth.
Looking over to the man, I see him cringing, breathing hard.
I can only make out a shadow, an outline. But there's something about it, something I know.
Why is that?
I stumble, losing my pace, then unzip my skirt, sliding it down my legs. I'm left standing in only my heels and a thong. I opted for that tonight rather than the garter. It still hides the scar, preserves the fantasy.
Just as I lean my back, my shoulder against the pole, beginning to slide down it, he stands.
He steps closer to me, and my heart begins to beat like mad. Thunder. Pounding in my chest.
For a moment, I think of yelling for Felix. He could help me, protect me.
Then the man comes closer, almost into the light. I can see his shoes, his jeans. Nothing more than that, but a shadow.
His hand raises and I hear is voice.
"Bella?"
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A/N: Woo frickin' hoo! :D
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