CHAPTER 2

Bella's p.o.v

I stared at my reflection in the mirror before freshening up before heading out onto the floor. My eyes hold no emotion but that is nothing new. When I'm 'Z' there isn't any of me to show for. Now that my dance is done I can slowly bring a little of me back but not much, I don't want anyone to see how I feel or find out how much I'm hurting. I need this job and the money, sadness and misery equals ZERO tips for me. I put my outfit back on and head out onto the bar floor. Hope I get some good tips tonight after that performance.

Sometimes it's easy, especially if the front row was really rowdy and drunk, or if we had a packed night. Other times the men would be really into the dance but then get shy once I came out to talk to them on the bar floor. And other times they wouldn't do anything while I did my dance on stage, but would ask for a PLD and would bust a load there. I hated PLDs. I shutter as I walk through the bar just thinking about the nasty, handsy bastards. I hated having to dance on laps, it was nasty having to gyrated on a wet lap, and if us girls weren't paying attention, the customers would sneak a fly down so their dicks would pop out and we'd end up with cum all over your crotch. Another shudder rolls through me as I walk through the beaded doorway and out to the bar. Running my hands slowly over a guy here and there while I make my way, giving them flirty winks and barely there kisses on the cheek. I walk up to the bar, jump up and leaned over to get myself a glass of water. Ass in the air, I get a few catcalls in the process. I wink over to Ben (the bartender), he smiles and returns my wink then i slide off and lean against the bar, taking in the whole room.

Most of the men are talking to other dancers or with their buddies they came in with. Taking a long pull from my glass, my eyes land on a back table to my right of the stage. Three guys sat in the corner booth. The lighting is too low for me to make out any facial features, but I can tell that two of them are staring down at their drinks with pensive looking scowls. The one in the middle, the largest of the three, I noted. He was talking to

Mike, the owner.

It's weird, the guys sitting on either side of the big guy in the middle weren't even watching Sapphire on stage, or talking to any of the girls that had come over to sit with them in hopes the guys would buy a dance or two. My attention is brought back to the bar when a customer sits down next to me, he softly taps my bare thigh and smiles down at me. I raise a sculpted eyebrow at then down at the hand still on my leg. He removes it quickly, acting like he was bragging his drink off the bar. I can tell he wants to touch me again, he kept licking his lips and twitching the hand that rested on his thigh near my own bare legs, I swiveled the bar stool and slowly crossed my legs, so the were sat between his open ones, on full display for him. His eyes raked over the creamy pale skin and licked his lips once more. The rules were look but don't touch, unless we placed them there, Customer hands on the dancers was a No No.

Speaking of hands one was sudden gripping my elbow, my head snaps a little fast to see who was touching me then relax seeing that it's just Mike. His suit just as crisp as ever and his hair gelled back, he reminded me of the guys off that Wolf on Wall Street movie with the way he looked, instead of being a lowly strip club owner. His spicy cologne, way over used, made my nose burn and eyes water a little. That was one thing I couldn't seem to ever get used to, all the damn perfumes and strong sickly sweet smells clouding the air. It always made my nose stuffy and began to burn, made my eyes water and by the time my shift was over with, I had a massive headache.

"Hey Z, private dance in room 3." Mike orders.

I take a deep breath before turning back to the guy I was teasing, "gotta go sexy, come find me later." I kiss his cheek and walk back to where the private rooms are located. Leaving a forlorn looking Mr. Sideburns in my wake.

I shake my hair out and nibble on my lips to give them some extra color. The halls to the PLD rooms are a nasty pea green with various posters with outlines of girls in different poses. I take another deep calming breath and open the door of Room 3. All the private rooms were held the same. A couch in the middle facing a small poll stage with a mini bar at the back of the room and towels in a basket sitting next to the bar.

I almost stumble over my heels as I look at whom was waiting on the couch. It was that big guy from the back corner table with the three big buff guys, it was the one that sat in the middle and was talking to Mike.

His dark silky black hair was short around the sides and back of his head but sorta long on the top. It reminded me of a James Dean haircut, it looked like he had been running his fingers through it a lot. He had a straight nose, high cheekbones, his brow bone protruded a little but looked good on his, his eyes weren't sunken in to his skull either (which normally happens with protruding brow-bones.) He was rugged and powerful and had held himself with such confidence you couldn't help but crave his attention. The thing that kept distracting me the most were his lips and eyes. I couldn't decide which my attention should settle on most. Gorgeous, striking chocolate brown eyes that had a gold rim to them and lips that screamed 'devour me'.

He has a light stubble over his strong jawline and chin. His neck was thick and he had broad shoulders. You could tell he worked hard on keeping his physical appearance good. By the way his shirt stretched over his arms and chest, gave any ideas. He was wearing a dark button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms showing off inked sleeves underneath, and only heightened the shear strength of those arms. The inked images rolled and swayed with every muscle. My eyes ran down to the dark wash jeans, they didn't leave much to the imagination on what he carried inside them either. Even though he was sitting I could tell he was well packed and was really tall, his bent legs looked really good from my spot. He dwarfed the couch.

He cleared his throat, I started blushing at being caught ogling my client I looked up into his eyes. My breath caught in my throat. It was like he was seeing straight into my soul and knew every little secret and desire I ever wanted.

Im snapped out of my trance when he breaks eye contact to do his own once over, appraising my appearance. I wasn't sure if it was the low lighting in the room or if my mind played tricks but I would have sworn his eyes turned totally gold for a split second. His eyes move back up to meet my own, again a flush spreads over my cheeks. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to jump up out of my mouth and flop on the floor.

'Just don't make any more eye contact and you will be fine bella, center yourself and let 'Z' come back to take control'. I keep repeating in my head, hoping it will help keep me from losing control.

"Hey Handsome." I say, fake seduction dripping in my voice. I slowly catwalk towards him, my heart rate increasing in tempo with each step. I place my left hand on his warm, jean clad thigh, clawing my nails over the thigh and giving it an aggressive rake or two then soothing it with a gentle squeeze. I bring my thigh up to rest on the edge of the couch, between his legs. Pushing them further apart. My right hand moves to the top of his shirt, the top buttons were undone showing off his neck, clavicles and part of his sternum. I ran my pointer finger nail down the V of it, then trailed them to move lazly down his crisp shirt clad chest. I let out an involuntary moan as I felt the washboard bumps over his stomach twitch when I touch them.

His musky cologne was flooding my sense but it didn't make me want to sneeze like everyone else's normally did. I actually had the urge to push my face into his neck and take deep gulps of him. I was losing control big time with this client, normally I'm never this attracted to my jobs. I have to fight to bring 'Z' back and bury my emotions once more as i feel my knees weaken the second I hear his voice.

"You're making it very hard for me to control myself here, Kitten." Oh fuck, his voice sends such a pleasurable shiver down my spine. I would do anything to just sit here and listen to him talk to me with that deep raspy voice of his.

'But I am at work. Get your head back in the game bella!' I close my eyes to focus. If I can't get it together this will be the worst lap dance ever. I bite my lower lip in response before turning and sitting gently in his lap, pressing my back to his chest, Moving my hips in a circle.

He groans in retaliation, but grips my hips to stop me. I frown. I'm not supposed to let him touch me unless I dictate otherwise. I didn't care though, when his hands slid down my hips and slide up under my skirt to rest on the hem of my blood red lacy boyshorts and gripped my hips tightly, all thought floow out the door. Tingles had started to burn where his skin touched me and it made me gasp. Fuck I loved the feeling just a little to much.

"Please behave, Kitten." His warm breath fanned into my hair as he whispered in my ear.

He lifted me off his lap with ease and set me down next to him on his left. His hands leave trails of hot tingles over my bare legs, then hooks my legs over his lap so I'm sitting sideways facing him. He left one of his warm hands to rest over the outside of my left thigh.

"Why did you buy a private dance if you don't want me?" I fron, feeling dejected.

"Oh believe me, Kitten, you have know idea how much I want you." His voice went deliciously dark, almost threatenly so. I swear it almost sounds like he is growling. His thumb started making little tingly circles on my knee, forcing me to really focus on what he said.

I am even more confused now. Why make me stop my dance then, he obviously was enjoying my attention.

"What's your name, Kitten?" He demands.

"Its 'Z' handsome." My voice came out breathy and by the smirk he gave me, he knew how much he was affecting me.

"I mean your real name." He says with a chuckle, his eyes didn't hold the laughter though. I knew what he meant, but I wasn't going to give some random, sexy be it, guy my real name. That was just plain stupidity and it was against the rules, for obvious reasons.

I shouldn't have stopped dancing, it always leads to these kinds of questions. The client gets attached and starts asking questions. I breathe in deep through my nose and let it out through my mouth and push back my emotions and then like a blanket 'Z' is back in place.

I slowly shake my head no and move my legs off his lap. I stand to face him, running my hands down his chest to his toned stomach and then back up.

I lean my body against his, carefully brushing my lips against his ear.

"What's your name handsome?" I whisper before nipping his earlobe once.

"Samuel." I hold back the satisfying chuckle, his answer sounded more like a groan then a statement.

I twirled around so i was facing away from him. Ran my hands up my torso and into my hair lifting it to the side and gyrated my hips to sun back around to face him and smoothly started to climb onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips so I was straddling his lap. careful not to touch any part of his privet area, I just knelled there over him. His hands twitched, wanting to touch me. I bent down, just barely ghosting over the shell of his ear.

"Hmm. Samuel? I like it." I fake a moan softly, suddenly biting down on the cartilage of his ear.

His head falls towards my mouth and a deep rumble started to come from his chest. I knew this was getting way out of hand but my body hand a mind of its own at the moment. I mean if anything he was getting way more than what he paid for.

I chuckle as I started to lower my hips to his lap and slowly grind down. His erection was hard, pressed over my barely covered privates. It jumped the second my pussy touched him, a small squeak ripping from my mouth. He was really big. I leaned back to see his face, lust was written all over his face. His mouth was parted slightly and his eyes had darkened to almost black.

"Say my name again, Kitten." He asks, I smirk, subtly looking over at the clock on the wall.

"Samuel, your time is up baby." I murmur against his ear, giving him one last grind then swaying away from his lap to stand back and walk out the door. I turn and give him one last flirty wink before disappearing back into the club.