CHAPTER 3
Bellas p.o.v
Iv never really felt ashamed about working as an exotic dancer. I hate it, it disgusts me. Can I say I'm proud of what I do? Mm, maybe not completely, I am proud of the dance routines I come up with but not the part where I have to take off my clothes bit.. But I will never be ashamed of doing what I have to, not only was it for my survival but also my little brother, Lucas's.
Walking back into the club after being in that small room with Samuel though, I can't help but feel just a little bit ashamed. For the life of me, I can't figure out why.
I move through the crowded club, playfully touching and laughing like I'm supposed to, getting them primed to spend more money. I look like I'm having a great time but on the inside I feel more empty than usual. Ignoring the lingering gazes pointed at me, fantasies running through their minds no doubt and god only knows what else.
It's easy to ignore the eyes on me, there are eyes on me all the time, but 'Z' never pays them any attention. This time feels a little different though. I can feel a set of eyes following my every move. It unsettling and makes my stomach clench. I look around but see no one staring at me. Then again, it's dark and smoky so it's hard to really tell.
I jump a little, startelled, when someone grabs my shoulder. I spin to see Mike smiling like the Cheshire cat. He leaned in closer to my ear so I can hear him over the booming loud bass music. Absently watching Jessica on the stage, working her little bo peep shtick. The crowd roared but not too many bills were flying.
"You're on fire tonight 'Z', Go to room 4 for a private dance for the rest of your shift!" Mike orders, My attention returns and my jaw drops, nose scrunching up and eyes widening. Shocked and a little upset. Hardly anyone ever schedules a private room for the whole night, they were extremely expensive. A rate of $150 per hour, I had 5 hours left of my shift Id only be making $375 tonight. Fuck I really was hoping to get some good tips tonight. Don't get me wrong $375 a night is great but I can make a Hell of a lot more, just buy flirting, and swaying my ass a little on the guys around the bar. No man can resist my charms.
"Can't you get another girl to take it for me? I was really hoping to work the floor tonight Mikey, I need the money for bills this month." I whine. Works been slow the past few weeks, It being busy tonight had my hopes up for a good night.
Mike immediately shook his head. I glared a little, crossing my arms
"They requested you specifically, Pussycat. Even paid double the rate. I'll put your half in an envelope in your locker. Now go." He slaps my ass a couple times, shooing me off to the hallway, I can't help but groan and roll my eyes.
Why would someone request me for the rest of the night? I run my hands through my hair and adjust my tits a little before walking into Room 4. A hysterical laugh erupts from my mouth, Samuel was sitting on the black leather couch.
"Change your mind about me than, Handsome? Want that dance now?" I made my way towards him. When I reach his legs, I slide one of mine between his knees until there was enough space for me to step closer. I didn't climb into his lap this time. Instead I stood there, bent at the waist a little and rested my arms on his shoulders lightly, fingers lacing as I ran my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, using my nails to scratch at the scalp a little. He seemed to really enjoy it. A deep low hum was resonating from his chest. It makes me chuckle a little.
"I already said I wanted you." His voice smooth and collected, I smile again. I remove my fingers from his hair to brush them down his arms and pick them up and lay them on my waist then I turn my back to him, his grip loosened a little so I cupped them to make sure they stayed put. I started to sway and roll my hips, all the while making sure his hands stayed put on my hips, letting him feel the movement. 'I know, I know. Bad Bella."
I could feel his eyes on my swaying hips. Don't ask me how I knew, I just did. I dipped back into his body, resting on his lap, my back leaning into his chest, making sure he got a face full of my low soft curls. I turn my head away from his face to hide the fact that I love the tingles his touch gives me all over. I felt heated and breathless. I moved, hands running from his elbows to his big hot hands. I interlaced out fingers, raised our arms and danced them around to finally land on my body. I placed his hands on the sides of my breasts, pausing a second then moved them down to my hips, where they would rest till I seen fit.
Now, Let's get something straight I NEVER let my customers get this handsy with me. I would never let them come even close to touching my tits. And I certainly would never nibble and bite on their ears like i did with Samuel's first dance. But there was just something about this man, I actually wanted and craved his skin. I wanted to taste and bite and suck on his neck, leaving little red marks all over. It was almost a primal urge. I'll probably get an ear full about my behavior on my next shift or get a call about it tomorrow when they check over the security cameras.
Samuel was breathing hard, his heaving chest caused me to raise up and down off him, the puffs of breath escaping from his mouth was fanning over my neck and face. God he smelled so, and fuck me, was that warm breath of his, it was erupting some serious desire in me. It was like a hot wire shooting straight to my groin. I could feel my nipples scratch against the lace of my bra, hard and aching for his attention.
Like before, He suddenly grabbed me roughly around the waist and raised me over his lap to sit on the couch next to him. It had caused me to squeak out in surprise. Then he leaned over the couch on his right side to pick something up off the floor, his jacket?. I thought he was getting up to leave but surprised me by throwing his coat over my shoulders. His scent surrounded me, I ran my hands over the soft leather. Liking the way it felt over my bare skin.
He cleared his throat, drawing my attention back up to him, I flushed. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't like the amazing protection and possessed feeling I felt wearing his jacket.
"Again, why request me for a private dance, if you don't want me to dance?"
"Because your mine, Kitten. And I do-"
"Whoa! just because you paid for some of my time, doesn't make me yours! I'm not an object!" I interrupted him off from whatever else he was going to say. I slip his jacket off and swing my legs off his lap to stand up. I stepped up on the small stage and turn to face him.
"You paid for a private room the rest of my shift. Do you want a lap dance or a pole dance first?" I ran my hand up and down the poll giving him a flirty smirk and toed the ground in a circle. My smirk widens when I notice his eyes darken as they follow my movements.
He cleared his throat, looking at the ground for a minute. His eyes went sorta out of focus, a blank look washing over his features. If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was having a conversation with himself in his head. He nods and shakes his head, eyebrows pinching in the middle like he was responding to a question. I eyed him suspiciously, Concern and apprehension bubbling up in my stomach. I debated if I should call one of the security, then bit my lower lip wondering if the damn bouncer could even take him on if need be.
His head snapped up, resolve shining brightly through his eyes. He'd made his mind up. I watched as he got up and walked to the edge of the stage. He was at eye level with me now, in my 4 in heels and the step up stage now put us at the same height.
"You look tired, Kitten. I paid for the night in hopes that you would go home and get some rest." He rubs the back of his neck nervously but gives me a impish smile, showing me his strikingly straight white teeth. It was sorta creeping me out and I involuntarily took a step back. I notice his eyeteeth are a little to pointed, and he didn't just have them on his top jaw but also his bottom.
"I look tired?...So you paid $1,500 in hopes that you would get me to go home and get some sleep!?" I repeated back to him slowly, both trying to make sure I understood him completely and also distracted from his predatory looking teeth. They were freaking me out.
"Yes." Samuel smiles wider, I couldn't help the shiver that ran over my body. What was with his guy?
"Ugh… Sure.. ok, thanks?" I give him a small fake smile, and scurried off the stage getting some space between us.
"Your welcome, Kitten." He made a gesture with him arms like he was wanting a hug, but I just give him a point look. He nods his head in understanding and moves to grab his forgotten jacket off the couch, slipping it back on.
"I'll see you soon, Kitten." He winks and gives me a devilish smirk, totally different from the last few. This one made me even more nervous as he walks over to the door.
My heart pumps a little faster as his hand runs down my arm and over my tummy gently in passing. I stood in stunned silence. Completely root to the floor. What the fuck just happened!?
I mean, far be it from me to turn down, basically, free money and half a night's work. BUT, That was just the weirdest experience I'll probably ever have here or ever encounter.
I sigh, shake my head and shrug, walking out of the room I head back to the employ area, on passing to the dressing rooms I wave to Tiz and Jay, our bodyguards, then make to my locker. I count the money Mike left in the envelope, there was $750 inside. I stared at it, doing a little happy jig, hopping foot to foot, I pulled what I made from my dance out of my bra and stuffed that also in the envelope. I'll count it all once I get home.
All in all, I had a good night, we were definitely set for this months bills and food. I'll even have some left over. I reach the top shelf in my locker grabbing my black stretchy yoga pants and put them on then I throw my black hoodie over my head, not bothering with changing out of my costume, I just make sure its all stuffed inside my pants and hoodie. Money and my phone stuffed in my hoodie pocket I head out the back door security door. Normally I got a ride home with one of the girls but since it was only midnight, they wouldn't be done with work. If I hurried I could catch the last buss then get a ubor the rest of the way home.
I step outside the club, the cold air washes away all the alcohol, smoke and perfume smells from my mind. I took a deep cleansing breath, letting it out with a rush, the breath clouded and pillowed around me. It was getting really cold out. I scan the employee parking lot out of habit, don't want to take the chance of someone snatching you ya'no.
I nod, satisfied and start a brisk walk to the bus stop. I'm about two blocks from the bus stop when I notice there aren't any people around, which was not normal at all. This was downtown after all, people were never not out and about here. Time of day or night not a factor.
A shiver running over my shoulders causes me to pick up my speed. Trying to take my mind off my nerves, I think about my warm bed. God I can't wait to take a hot shower and crawl in bed. Oh sweet baby Jesus those pillows and blankets are gonna be amazing. I bet they're so excited to feel me laying on them once more, all nice and cozy warm, just waiting there for me.
An audible groan comes from me just thinking about my bed. Then I think about my baby brother, he will be so excited to see me awake and rested up in the morning. Normally I'm a zombie that needed at least 2 cups of strong coffee before I was even able to get ready for my day.
Lucas. He deserves to do something fun tomorrow. Maybe I'll take him to see a movie. Then we can go get a cheeseburger and milkshake. As a smile curls my lips thinking about the happy little face my baby will make when he finds out what we're gonna do tomorrow, a warm hand clamps down over my mouth, a warm arm sliding around my waist pushing me back against an even warmer tall muscular chest.
I thrash and fight in the tight grip, screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to break free, my nails clawed at the arms around me drawing blood and as I'm about the bite down on the thick fingers over my mouth, I hear a car screech to a stop behind me, a door opens and then I'm being thrown into a back seat unceremoniously. Scrambling to the farthest side of the car my eyes scan over then stop on the figure beside me. My eyes filled with tears and I start to hyperventilate. It was that Samuel guy again, of fucking hell!. I knew he was some crazy stripper stalker dude. I turn to frantically yank on the door handle. Child locks. Of Fuckin Course!
"P-please, let me know, P-please I'll give you back the money, just don't hurt me. Please let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise."
Samuel's face was set in a strong frown. "Shh, calm down Kitten, its okay. Everything is okay." He cooed, trying to calm me down. My respiration starts to become even more shallow and I grab at my chest, it felt like my heart was being ripped out, black spots had taken over my vision completely now, I could see anything, I couldn't breath.
"Shit! I think shes have a panic attack Sam." I vaguely heard another deep voice say. Then out of nowhere two hot hands clamped down over my face, they kinda made my cheek squish together, making my lips smooch open. "Breath, Kitten, You need to concentrate on taking deep slow breaths for me. You're okay. Come on, Kitten." He demonstrated his demands, breathing slow and deep, in through the nose out through the mouth. I looked up into his eyes, the last thing I remember is thinking how scared his eye look.