My beautiful choice is a dancer

Chapter 2

My beautiful choice is a dancer

Peter

That Saturday night held nothing special. It was just an ordinary evening when I decided to go out and distract myself by seeing girls. My work is exhausting and boring enough in the office during the week. I wasn't going out with Jennifer anymore, so I could enjoy myself however I wanted, no strings attached.

When she broke it off, she started saying that I was a workaholic and that my tireless commitment to work had become a wall between us. That hit me deeply, because at many points I was aware that I had put work before our relationship. She mentioned the nights when I was never there, instead of spending time with her, but little does she know the real reason for all this. And I could never tell her. I'm a fucking werewolf in the middle of New York. I have a dark past. I'm a loner, I'm not part of a pack, I have no way of having children. But I'm interested in someone.

As I fix my tie around my neck, looking in the mirror, I remember her words:

"I can't do this anymore, we both know that," she began, her voice embittered. "You're a fucking workaholic, Peter. All that seems to matter to you is money and success. I feel like I'm in a relationship with your work, not with you."

His words were very true. I knew I was immersed in my work, but I never realized how much it was affecting our relationship or me. I swallowed, trying to find the right words to reply, but the apology got stuck in my throat.

"Jen, I didn't want you to feel that way. I just wanted to do what was best for us, for our future together."

She shook her head with a deep sadness in her eyes.

"But what about the present? What about our relationship now? We can't build a future if you're not here in the present, Peter. I need more than just promises of a better future. I need you here, now."

And that's how my relationship of a year and a half ended. Just like the others.I knew she wasn't right for me, I felt everything. I've never been one to tie myself down for too long, I always thought I'd have time. Maybe I do or maybe I don't, but there are more important things in life than sacrificing my career.

Finally, I'm in my suit, perfumed, taking a good look in the mirror and loving what I see. I see a successful man, a scumbag, naughty, ready for another, a wolf ready to its female.

So, instead of going to a crowded nightclub or bar, I choose a strip joint to see the pretty girls and have a few drinks with no strings attached. I take a look on the internet to see what catches my eye. Venus Club is the name of the place. But, of course, I won't be queuing to get in. Not with my fame and position. As a successful lawyer with a price on his head, anyone would want a photo of me entering a strip club. I can't take that risk. And that's how I really got to know her.

Entering from the side of the nightclub, I see the most unusual figure coming through the back door, hiding his face a little. She is in the darkness, but for me this is not a problem. Mitchell? That student who works for my office, drafting contracts? My chosen one? No way! Impossible! I can't wait to see what she's doing there. A smile disappears on my face. The evening starts to get interesting and at the same time disapointing. I decide to talk to the owner of the place. I ask a few men where I can find him and as soon as I see him, sitting next to some girls, I fully understand the definition of a pimp. The man is hideous and a bit drunk. It won't be difficult to extract information from him.

"Barry?"

He looks at me from the top of a pedestal where he stands, as if he were the king of the world, exploiting women.

"It's me"

"Do you know Allyson Mitchell?" I ask, offering him dollar bills.

He looks at me a little startled.

"Police?"

"No, sir, you can rest easy."

He orders one of the girls to come and take the money.

"What the fuck has she done now?" I feel angry. Take care, Fletcher, not now, not here....

I've seen what my trainee does!

"I just want to know if she works at the bar, if she makes drinks, you know, I want information"

He laughs amusedly for a few seconds. I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking he's taking me for some kind of clown.

"Daisy doesn't make drinks, she dances. And she's my most beautiful girl"

I open my mouth in surprise. She dances? Mitchell dances. That pretty girl who works for me is a strip dancer? I must be dreaming.

"She dances behind a glass?"

"My dancers only dance behind the glass. What do you want with her?" He looks at some men and I realize I could get into trouble if I don't explain myself soon. I feel more confortable, less angry.

"I came to buy a dance."

He relaxes his face and then smiles.

"Why didn't you say so?"

“Is she a prostitute?” I decide to know.

He turn over me, angry.

“Sir, more respect, I don´t work with this kind of business, just dancers.”

I smile at him wryly. What a disgusting man! But I´m reliefed. What on earth is my employee doing here? She doesn't wait tables or serve drinks, she dances behind the glass. She's one of the most sought-after strippers in the place.  Normally, important clients can stay in total darkness, Barry, the owner, tells me. Just enjoying it. Then he explains to me that they don't take everything off, just their tops, and even hide their breasts with their arms or hands at the end of the show, wearing a mask. Perfect. I decide that's what I need. I pay a lot of money to be in total darkness and I even ask for a mask in case something goes wrong.

It seems that Allyson is in luck that night, as I make sure that almost all the money goes to her, not to the house.

I don't expect much, but the place is nice. The black paint walls don't shine any light. The red carpet floor stretches across the entire room. It's big, by the way. There are several gigantic round tables, in the middle of which Pole Dance poles are attached to the ceiling. There are girls on some of them and others are empty. Men squander dollar bills and there are beautiful girls everywhere. At the end, a majestic stage. Red velvet curtains give the place a cozy yet sensual feel. The extremely dramatic purple lighting highlights the silhouettes of the performing artists. Slowly, the dancers draw sighs from the men around them as they remove parts of their already sensual clothes to increase their libido. A show of elegance and grace.

"Shall we go, sir...?" asks the owner of the place.

"Donald. " I lie to him. I can't reveal my real name.

I follow him past one of the round tables. The dancing girl smiles at me and winks. Very elegant indeed, even for a strip club. The owner leads me down a dark corridor with small lights on the floor. He stops next to a red door. Red really is a color that excites the mind, it's often the most used color in this kind of environment.

"Come in, please. " he says, opening the door for me.

I walk slowly into the room. It's dark and its walls are covered in black velcro. There's a large armchair just in front of a glass window, a small cage with all the lights off. I sit down slowly, throw one leg over the other and lean back in the seat. The light in my room finally goes out. I feel a certain excitement about what is about to happen, I confess to myself. I hear everything better than any human. So I hear her voice behind the wall before she entries.

Suddenly, the lights explode in front of me, giving me a glimpse of the woman who suddenly appears on the other side of the glass.

Mitchell... it really is her. I just can't see her face because she's wearing a pink mask.

She's dressed in a different outfit to the one I see her wearing every day. Different from her navy blue suit. She's wearing a dark leather vest. A skirt that comes down to her knees and black tights that cover them. A pink gala mask covers his face and all I can see are his beautiful lips, thin nose and brown hair. Holding a pole dance pole, she begins her elegant performance.  Daisy, as she is called here, wraps herself around the aluminum pole, gently sliding her hands and body along its shimmering length. The flexibility and strength in her arms shows her mastery. Well-calculated movements mix soft curves and provocative poses, emphasizing her already sensual body. Her hair sways to the rhythm of the music, which enhances the whole dance. She then stops her dance and slowly slips her hands down to the hem of her skirt. In a sudden gesture, she rips it from bottom to top. An outfit designed to do that, I think. The lights suddenly go out and everything is dark again. As soon as they came back on, my employee was half-naked, wearing only her panties and covering her breasts with her hands. She finally finishes her dance, blowing a kiss to her audience. Just me in that safe darkness.

When she leaves the small room, I open the door slowly and cover the bulge in my pants. I have to admit, it turned me on quite a bit. Even more so knowing that the woman in front of me is my employee, who I never thought I'd see in lingerie alone. I leave the room, look for the owner again, I want to know more details about the dancer, how long she's been working there and if he knows, why she's doing it even though she's a trainee at my company. Do I pay her too little? Is she having a hard time?

"Please. " I ask Barry. "Could you give me more details about Allyson?

"Unfortunately, my dear. " The owner lights a cigar. "I can't grant you that privilege.

"Perhaps about why she works here?" I adjust the collar of my tie. "It's important.”

"Do you know the girl?"

"Let's say I do."

"Ex-boyfriend?"

"No. At this point, I'm losing hope.

"Then don't. All I can tell you is that she's the most beautiful of my employees. And the one who makes me the most money for it.

And he's right. Mitchell has a magnificent body. The curves of her hips form the silhouette of a guitar. Her round breasts were perfectly shaped even without a bra. Her smooth, well-groomed skin gave her an air of complete elegance. A beautiful woman in face and body. But a woman destined to be mine. I want her. I don´t want no other man watching her, but I have to keep it for me, for now.

I say goodbye to Barry, the owner of the Venus Club nightclub, and don't look back. He really won't give me the answers I want. I get into my car, which I had parked in front of the nightclub, adjusting the driver's seat. I turn on the ignition and start the car. But instead of leaving, I'm staying. I'll wait and escort her home in silence.