Chapter 2: A Private Request

I enter backstage and I am met with Lancaster's praises and his smiling face.

"Fantastic, marvellous and Great show tonight sexy mama" he complimented me.

He leans forward and gives me air kisses on both sides of my cheeks.

"So sexy" he winks at me before he slaps my ass hard.

Ouch.

I wince as it stings. I wish he can see and consider that I am only wearing a black lace leotard and a sexy see-through maxi skirt with a front slit and elastic waistband.

The impact of his slap hurts my ass so badly but not making me wet between my thighs.

I groan and swear that if he were straight, I would have strangled him, or better kick him where the sun doesn't shine.

However, he's Lanzy, my super hot gay friend.

Everyone here knows him as Lancaster, the broody bartender, and MC on special nights, but he's our bubbly Lanzy. So I don't mind him hitting me on the ass once and I know that he knows I don't like being hit there twice.

"Thanks, Lanzy" I said with a smile and walked back to my private room.

When I reach it, I open the door and quickly close it.

I sat down on the chair of my Hollywood vanity make-up mirror with lights bulb around the mirror frame.

Taking off my heels I stretch my legs muscles and try to relax my aching bones.

Dancing around the pole is not always easy especially when I am not a professional pole dancer.

Damn! I could remember the day I enter this place. I have nothing on my back but just clothes on my body.

Here I am, having it all again except I'm not the bratty rich stuck up bitch but the infamous pole dancer known as Venus at Euphoria and Sin.

Yeah, never dreamt of it and never thought I would become one in Hunts Point famous club.

Tiredness overwhelms me, I throw away my blonde wick and whip in front of the mirror.

I then started to take two deep breaths.

In. Out.

In. Out.

The door opened, interrupting me.

Great! Can't these people give me a break? I didn't look back or even peek in the mirror to see the intruder.

The sound of heels clicking behind me gives away the person who's entering the room. I keep rubbing my sore legs and toes.

"Tequila"

I smiled, hearing my one and only friend's voice. The first one of our club welcomed me with a smile when I first started here.

I turn up facing the mirror and see her with a smug look on her face.

"Awww thanks, babe" I say, turning around and took the tequila from Bea.

She placed the bottle on the my vanity table. "Most welcome chica," she said as she walked back to the door after giving me the tequila.

"You're not joining me tonight" I refer to our alcohol session after every performance I do.

She nodded her head no.

"I have a very demanding client tonight." She winks at me

I smiled knowingly who her client was. She's dating a Billionaire's son.

"Awesome"

"Don't sweat it" she said, flipping her hair and walking out.

I look at the glass of tequila and smile.

'Well, it's just you and me tonight babe.'

I took a sip, savoring the rich taste of the tequila. "Feels like I'm in heaven" I moan and swipe my tongue across my wet lips.

Gosh, if every day of my life is like this, then why should I always complain.

The door opens again, cutting short to my peaceful moment.

"Venus, you have a private job tonight" he demand, as if its a joke.

I frowned at Michael, our club manager. Bravo, a thank you for the show tonight would be nice.

He narrowed his eyes at me when he realized what was in my hand.

I blew air between my lips and shrugged my shoulders. I place the tequila on the dressing table.

"What kind of a private job?" I ask as I cross my left leg over the right one. I don't turn around to see him except I face the mirror.

Michael scoffs and his head shakes in disappointment.

"This is not just a normal club it's also a strip club and don't expect employees not to strip down here," he said as if the subject is not a big deal to me.

I raised my brow, looking at him through the mirror. Wow! Should I feel honored for that. Idiot, he forgot our bartender, the bouncer and his men don't strip.

"I need you there in five minutes."

My uptight boss doesn't get that he just drops a bomb.

Of course, this is a big deal to me.

I am fully aware that I am not supposed to accept any private dance.

We have signed a contract when they offer for me to pole dance here. I bet he forgot that under clause 7 of section two of that stupid contract I signed.

I am not supposed to dance privately with any client.

No physical contact.

No stripping for the clients.

Definitely no sex while on the job.

I wonder why now? We declined so many offers from other prestigious and filthy rich perverts but why tonight?

What makes the guy in that private room special?

"Venus, I am not giving you options here. You have to accept it."

"I'm a performer not a stripper" I argue. "And if I recall we have a contract."

He scowled at me. "Already flushed in the toilet" he answered, and I dropped my jaw.

"You have no option Venus. He is an important guest to this club and when I say important I mean very important than your life and its unfortunate that he wants you."

"I still can't" I stubbornly said.

"Then let's prepare to dig our grave tonight," he almost screamed at me.

I felt a lump in my throat. "Wha-a-t?"

"Yes, Venus he owns your life and mine," Michael reaffirmed.

My face just drops.

No, this cannot be good.