Prologue

Aria’s POV

"You should get changed, Red. It's almost time for you to get on the stage." My boss whisper-yells in my ear.

It is almost impossible to hear one's thoughts inside this club, with the music so loud and the entire building literally vibrating with excitement, sweaty bodies on the dance floor grinding and whining on each other and the stage? Well, my colleagues are on there, dancing and twirling around the poles in those ridiculously high heels and barely there lingerie.

"Sure thing Mia," I say with a smile, leaving her to get ready.

I work as a stripper and I absolutely love my job. Aside from the fact that it pays ridiculously well, I love the stares, the attention. I love seeing the desire in the eyes of men and sometimes women. I love watching them watch me. I love seeing how tense they get from wanting to touch me but being unable to. I especially love teasing them. I know how much they want me, if the way they stare at my body doesn't give them away then the little and sometimes not so little tent in their pants gives them away.

Quickly, I move to the dressing room, changing into my uniform which consists of a red lingerie, the bra is completely see-through with little butterflies embroidered on it. You could see everything, my perky little boobies, the areola, and my nipples. Every single part of my body is literally on display. That's the best part of this job though. The way it makes me feel good about my body. The panties are just about the same, completely see-through and barely hanging on my waist, a little tug and they would snap. My favorite part of my uniform is the tiny butterfly that hangs on either side of my waist. I pull my wig on and this is just my own version of a mask. It gives me a sense of security and anonymity. I had already gotten my makeup done earlier as soon as I got to the club so I'm good to go on that end. I grab my red lipstick and add another generous coat of lipstick to my lips before applying my lip gloss to give it a glossy finish. I pull out my heels and put them on, It's always a struggle to get my footing for the first five seconds after putting on my heels.

"I put this on four nights a week and I still stagger whenever I put it on," I mumble to myself.

After dressing up and making sure that I looked presentable, I walked out of the dressing room to where I knew Mia was waiting for me.

"You look good as usual, Red." She compliments me smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh, I know boss," I answer with a smug smile.

Mia is literally my best friend in the whole world. We have been together since forever, we did school together, she has seen me go through the worst things that happened to me and she still stuck around even when I was being a bitch about things.

She shakes her head in amusement "Get this done and over with fast so you can go home and get enough rest. It's going to be your first day at your new workplace."

I roll my eyes and groan "Please don't remind me. I hate first days."

"You are going to be just fine..." she says while glancing at her wristwatch "Come on, it's time for you to get out there."

I shoot her my stage smile. "Wish me luck"

"You don't need it but break a leg," she says and takes a second to think about it "not literally though."

"Thank you Mimi" I yell over my shoulder while heading for the stage. I could hear the DJ announcing my arrival but I tuned him out and put my focus on the music and the way my skin prickled and came alive under the stares.

Without making eye contact with anyone, I grab the pole and start dancing to the music. Twisting, whining my waist, and teasing the crowd with my body. I could hear the cheers, I could see the money they were throwing out at me falling on the stage but I don't pay much attention to it and just let myself get carried away with the music.

Until I feel it, someone is staring at me. Which makes little to no sense considering the fact that everyone is staring at me. This is different though, I could feel red-hot heat coursing through my skin, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled and stood at attention, literally. My face started burning flaming hot, hard to tell if I am blushing or it is just the heat in here. Or just the intensity of his gaze.

I don’t have to search the crowd for long before I find him. He is standing by the bar, I can barely see him but I can feel his dark eyes on me. He didn't flinch or look away when I locked eyes with him and that makes me feel even hotter than before. He isn't smiling, his face impassive. It certainly didn't look like he was affected by my little show, or maybe that's what he wants me to think but I know better though, I can see it, even from this far. I can see how tense he is, his stance is relaxed and nonchalant but still wound tightly with want. All of a sudden, I want to know what breaking a man like that would look like, I want to tease him, torment him, and wind him up tightly until he snaps. I want his hands on me... To touch me in places I haven't been touched in years.

Yep, I need to get laid. It's been so long and like Mia will say, I can literally see cobwebs growing in my vagina.

I slowly release the pole and send him a slutty wink and my best smile as the music comes to an end, marking the end of my session for the night. I walk out of the stage, ignoring all the catcalls and the pieces of paper that probably have phone numbers written on them.

"My God, Red, that was just... Perfect. I expected nothing less from you." Mia gushes as soon as I get to her side.

"Thank you, babes."

"You have a private dance request...."

I groan "You know that I can't take it, Mia."

"I know I know but I thought you might want to change your mind if you heard how much he is willing to pay." She says while biting her lips.

Money, of course.

I roll my eyes "How much?" I ask eagerly. Beggars are not choosers, I need every single penny I can get.

"Fifty thousand..." She answers slowly dragging the words out.

My eyes widen in disbelief "What?"

"Fifty thousand... Each"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You get fifty thousand dollars, Red, and the club gets fifty thousand dollars too."

"A hundred thousand dollars on a dance?" I ask. I was yet to close my mouth. "I didn't even do anything special today, it was my usual dance."

My mind started making all sorts of calculations, how much this bill could help me cover, and how much will go into paying my debts and my parents' debts and I also need to send some money to my brother who has been so quiet lately it was extremely suspicious.

"I know right? He is a new member, he just signed up a month ago but this is his first time in the club."

"Mia..." I start.

"I checked, we did our usual checks. He is clean, the usual normal Playboy only this one has a mysterious air around him and he is...extremely wealthy." She says.

"Of course he is, he is spending a hundred thousand dollars on a freaking dance around a pole," I reply. "Wait, he knows it's just dancing right? No funny business?"

"I made that clear to him, he has gone through all the usual drills, Red, you have nothing to worry about."

"Okay then."

"So? Are you taking it?" She asked.

Did she even have to ask? I am definitely taking it.

"Hell yeah, I'm going to give the man the best dance ever. He won't be forgetting it anytime soon"