He Overpaid

Vanessa's POV

“I don't know if I'm excited about this, Nessa.”

Jake muttered as he followed me out of my house. He had helped me pick out an exotic dancewear so we could go to a strip club. He is my best friend, so it's okay.

I was moving away to a completely different state in the next couple of days and since my mom was away for her night shift, I called him over for one last night of going crazy.

I finished high school like two years ago and my applications to colleges somehow didn't work out but this year, my dream university accepted me!

I would never forget the way I sprinted towards the living room to show my mom the good news and the proud grin she wore upon seeing it. It was a smile that reached her eyes, and it melted me.

Jake took me to the baddest strip club. I had already signed up to be a temporary stripper. He hated the idea but I wanted to be wild for one more night because I was moving away.

The last time I had sex was like a year ago, and the poor vagina would probably think I'm dead, so now I was embracing it. I vowed to get dicked down by whoever tonight.

My mom had no idea how sex starved I had been, and how many times I touched myself before going to bed.

I hated the busy side of her, but at least it gave me privacy to do some bad stuff.

Now, I was going to the club with the intention of throwing myself at the first wave of attention I got, after all I would never see him again, and it made so much sense in my head.

I wore a coat over the exotic dancewear I had on and I let my brown loose curls fall like a curtain over my shoulders.

Finally arriving there, I met with the female manager I had the initial discussion with while Jake scanned the nightclub like he was bored. He was way too shy and nerdy for my liking and bringing him here, I really hoped he would meet a girl he likes or would sleep with. I doubt he's been getting any action too.

I got rid of my coat and threw it at Jake, alongside my bag, and my dance wear was in full display. It was cherry red, so thin it felt transparent and my breasts practically poured out of the material. It hugged my ass clothed with a black net pantyhose.

I bundled up my hair into a casual knot and proceeded to climb the pole, knowing fully well that somehow, I was now the center of attention. It felt penetrating gazes on my skin. It made me feel good, even before I got to set my eyes on my audience.

The weight of the stares I got from clearly horny men made me feel flushed.

Finally climbing the pole, I felt the chill air from the club as it hugged my skin, and a wave of shyness suddenly washed over me, which made no sense because I had been looking forward to doing this all week.

Reluctantly, I let my hips sway more confidently, feeling incredibly good about how hot I looked. I finally opened my eyes, so I could relish in the moment as I set my eyes on my audience, and it had to be the worst mistake I had ever made since I was born.

They locked on another pair, a pair so blue like a swimming pool. Our eyes met and held for what felt like a split second before he looked away. He stared back at me again so fast like he didn't mean to look away.

I froze on the spot and the pair of eyes dilated in sheer lust as they scrutinized me. We weren't alone, but it felt like we were.

I couldn't see anything else. His hot gaze turned into a glare, and I noticed a glint of annoyance as it drifted from mine to other men staring at me. It was possessive, for some reason.

It turned me on so badly, so I decided to give him a show. I outdid myself by doing professional-like stunts on the pole, shocking myself and even other experienced strippers.

I widened my legs on the pole, almost tempted to touch myself as his eyes literally bored into my soul. It was so intense that I watched myself melt, and I felt wetness in my panties.

After the overwhelming performance, I climbed down and walked out on wobbly legs, his hot gaze still on me. Even when I pretended to look over him as I walked towards Jake, I still met his eyes. His intentions were awfully clear, and if he would only make a fucking move!

Finally approaching Jake, he pulled me in for a loose hug and I could tell that he was happy for me. He didn't want to touch my naked skin, even after I told him he was such a big baby. The man was still on his seat, directly behind Jake and his eyes didn't peel off me, even to blink.

At one point, it scared me. Later on, I lifted my face and watched as he gracefully rose from his seat. My jaw almost dropped. He was so tall, and so hot.

I know I agreed to fuck the first man that approached me but seeing his features, I knew I will never allow another man to touch me again tonight.

Watching him disappear into the crowd, something about him felt weirdly familiar, like I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

“All the men couldn't stop staring at you.”

Jake complimented me, raising a shot glass to his lips and I felt the moment the hot scotch kissed his throat.

“Thank you. I try.” I shrugged my shoulders like it was nothing. I was practically grinning from ear to ear, my cheeks stained red and honestly, I felt amazing. It was a respectable bar so there was no harassment from men but the one man I wanted to fucking harass me was nowhere in sight. I frowned in disappointment.

“Where's your mind?” Jake had a sly smile on his face, like he knew something as he asked me the question.

“What do you mean?” I shot back at him, half startled at his question since I was already fantasizing about some familiar looking man I just met.

“Something is bothering you, or someone. Is it that man you were apparently only dancing for on the pole?”

“What?” My eyebrows shot up in shock. A knowing grin played on his face, one I wanted to slap away.

“You noticed?”

“It was the most obvious thing I've ever seen. I know you better than anyone.”

I smacked his shoulders in anger, sinking in my own embarrassment.

“Whatever.” I pretended like I didn't care, but it was biting me badly.

As we continued to make small talk, the manager came to our table.

“Vanessa, can I talk to you for a minute?” She looked tense for some reason. She was fidgeting with a pen she held nervously with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” My voice dropped, hoping that everything was indeed alright. I locked eyes with Jake for a second and he gave me a reassuring look, like everything will be fine.

I followed her to a secluded corner, the stares from men that couldn't touch me making me invincible.

“The thing is,” She croaked nervously and I was practically urging her to get to it.

“Someone paid and booked a private lap dance session, and he demands that you service him. He practically overpaid, even though I-”

It was a bombshell. I was only a temporary stripper.

“What? Who? Why? I can't, I couldn't possibly–” I stammered in panic, refusing to believe my ears, and I was going to refuse it, but her next words kept me frozen on the spot.

“Your cut is five thousand dollars.” She stated, definitely her last resort to get me to agree.

“What?” The amount echoed in my head, and I began to count the zeros behind the five in my head.

“He's a big deal, and he's already waiting, so please say you'll do it.” She tried to look put together but she failed woefully at hiding her desperation. If anything, she looked worried for me.

I thought to myself, it's just a lap dance, and I needed the freaking money. I could use it to get a few extra things since Mom was already handling so much and I was jobless and broke.

I wasn't the best dancer in the world but I surely knew my way around handling rich guys. I had watched lots of p**n and practiced too. I could handle it.

It would even be over before I knew it.

Or so I thought….