SUBMITTING TO MY STEP BROTHERS

Reena's pov

My heels clicked as the lights from the club glimmered against the dark pavement, the music growing as I pushed the handle. A bald man asked for my ID as the colourful beams adoring the walls welcomed my vision, and the music entered my ears freely. My eyes scanned the dimmed room and moments later locked on my target.

I made sure that the black silk wrapped around my body exposed my breasts before I walked up. I pulled out the stool from underneath the counter, and in the corner of my eye, I saw the heads of men in the club turn to mine, an amused grin perking on their lips as I sat.

I crossed my leg over the other when the bartender slid a minor glass across the counter then got my phone. As much as I felt the eyes of men burn into my body , I wasn't here for them. 

Am not a stripper, that's not my job in here.

Slowly I downed the burning liquid, as I looked at the list of men on my phone. It was the target list provided by my client. Currently I was dressed like a stripper but no, my task was to try to seduce the men on the list and test the loyalty of these men to their lovers. And this is my career. 

"He has arrived", 

As I was letting the wine slide down my throat, the bartender murmured in a low voice. 

"Okay",

I turned slowly to him with my elbows on the counter and a small smile made it's way onto my face. By his looks, it seemed like he was my next target.

His blonde hair sat in curls on top of his head, and his eyes moved to my breasts when my arms subtly pushed them up. His gaze finally flickered to my own with mischief and desire swirling beneath them. He grinned, "Hi."

"Hi," I smiled, drifting my gaze to the counter.

"What's your name?" I felt his proximity get closer as he spoke, and in the corner of my eye I noticed his head was tilted down to get me to make eye contact with him.

This is what he wants, it's what they all want. 

Stupid men.

They can't be loyal to their wives.

"If you wanna know more about me, let me find you in room 7", I whispered to him. I looked at him and saw a wide smile on his face.

He was a fool to smile.

If he thinks that I will have sex with him, he is wrong. I only want proof that he is a cheater. They are cameras in room 7 and that will be enough for his wife to know that he isn't loyal. 

After him walkng away, I finished my drink firstly, organised my outfit then headed upstairs to find room number 7 with a reserved sign on the handle.

Each click of my heels brought me closer to the blonde-haired man who was currently sitting on the velvet couch to the right of the room.

"Private rooms are used for personal dances, don't expect anything else", I informed him earlier.  

"Go on, I want you now", 

 I watched as he pushed his hips forward, manspreading across the cushion.

I didn't mind about it. Whatever happens, he has to explain it to his wife.

His intense gaze stayed on my body as I reached towards my garter belt and slowly removed it, letting it drop to the floor while his eyes went dark.

I wasn't going to completely strip naked in front of him just because he asked. He has no right to see me.

I walked towards him and stood between his spread legs with merely a small, black lingerie set to cover me. His head tilted up, his neck slightly arching to meet eyes with mine as it rested on the back of the couch.

He kept his hands at his sides when I leaned down, setting my hands on his shoulders and sliding them down his chest. I felt his well-built torso through the thin fabric of his black dress shirt.

I held back my surprise when my fingers traced the indent of his abs through his shirt whilst I set my legs on either side of him. His hands moved to my waist and slowly made their way to my hips.

I leaned forward, "No touching me.," my breath fanned onto his ear, "You can control yourself, can't you?" I teased. His jaw clenched and I chuckled softly.

He removed his hands and set them at his sides.

I gently grounded my hips against his bulge, letting out a small moan at the stimulation when it hit against my clit. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath then his hands moved to my hips and he pulled me towards him.

Normally, I would push the man's hands off if they didn't listen after the first warning, but I wanted the camera to capture it. After giving him a hickey on his neck for evidence, I later stopped grinding my body against his.

The moment, I stopped he lifted his head with a piercing gaze and I tilted my head with a smirk, "Private rooms are used for personal dances just like I told you before and my time is over", I spoke as I quickly got off him.

Without even waiting for his response, I dressed up quickly and left. I had to inform my client that the work is done. 

"Am done with the work", I spoke on the phone.

"Done with the work?! No he isn't the one. My husband is still seated in the dining room, he is just going to come. He is already dressed......" , 

I didn’t hear the last words of the client. My mouth was open so shocked at the news. 

The one I gave a lap dance, was a wrong person.

Who was he even?! Goodness! I was screwed up already.