THE MASK STRIPPER

EP 2

When I arrived at the club, I barely felt like myself.

Anger had consumed me, leaving me restless and exhausted. I'd come here to do the one thing that always cleared my head whenever alcohol failed me.

But the moment my eyes landed on Henry, watching him gawking hungrily at me and that reckless little idea sparked in my mind, something inside me came alive again.

Yes, I was a masked stripper. Still am, actually. Quite the sensation in nearly every nightclub in town, but I wasn’t the regular one.

I only stepped onto that stage when my stepmom got on my last nerves, and then the weight of everything suddenly made me feel like dying. That stage was my escape, my battlefield, but not without the mask.

One of the biggest clubs in town had once offered me a permanent contract, but I turned it down without a second thought.

Outside those smoky walls, I had a life. A successful boutique with my name above the entrance.

Becoming a full-time stripper especially without the mask would have destroyed everything I'd built. The mask protected my identity, my reputation, and the freedom to walk away whenever I pleased.

Standing beneath the spotlight with my feet planted confidently apart, I glanced back over my shoulder, locking eyes with my target.

My red lips curved into a teasing smile as I slowly ran my hands over my body, from my breasts down to my thighs, swaying my hips in soft, smooth circular motions.

My black mask hid everything above my nose, leaving just my painted lips and the glint in my eyes. The thin straps of my tiny corset barely held my breasts in place while I circled the pole slowly. I leaned back, arching my spine so my chest pushed out, then slid down the pole until my ass nearly touched the floor before I rose again with a slow, deliberate grind.

Drink after drink disappeared from his hand, but his hungry eyes remained fixed on me, trailing every move I made.

I turned my back to him and bent forward, gripping the pole between my thighs. My micro skirt rode up as I shook my ass, the flesh rippling with every move. Glancing back over my shoulder, I locked eyes with him through the mask and gave my cheeks an extra hard bounce so he could see exactly how they jiggled.

Straightening, I spun around the pole and dropped into a squat, knees spread wide. My hands slid up my own thighs, fingers tracing the edge of my skirt before I stood and hooked my thumbs into the waistband and peeled the skirt down inch by inch, revealing smooth skin and the thin strip of my thong.

The fabric dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of it, kicking it aside without ever breaking eye contact with him. My hips never stopped moving as I climbed the pole again, wrapping my legs around it and sliding down slowly.

Facing him once more, I reached behind my back and unhooked the remaining hook. It fell away, spinning around and revealing my pointed nipples to his darkened gaze.

The bottle of beer was emptied in one go. As it hit back on the table again, his libidinous eyes returned to me.

When Madam Rossy, the club's manager, approached his table and dismissed the women surrounding him, I knew my plan was unfolding faster than I'd expected.

"I want her," Henry growled before she even had the chance to speak.

"What?" Rossy leaned closer, barely hearing what the handsome young mister had said over the pounding music.

"I want her. For the whole night." Henry blurted, his gaze still fixed on the stage. At the moment, he seemed quite lost in a stupor but still, he wasn't going easy with the bottles.

Madam Rossy’s plump cheeks lifted in a sly grin. She had been watching him from a distance, and she saw it coming but didn’t expect it this fast.

"She doesn't come cheap, mister."

"I don't care," he replied without taking his eyes off the stage. "Name her price."

Watching the exchange from the stage, I fought back a victorious smile.

Rossy approached me moments later and whispered the arrangement into my ear. I nodded and left the stage.

Inside the private room, I quickly positioned my phone where it could record everything.

He stumbled in moments later, a bottle of gin in his hand. He paused in the doorway, silently devouring me with those desiring eyes for minutes while I remained in a sexy position on the bed.

He downed the remaining liquor in one go, letting the bottle fall to the floor and the door slammed shut behind him.

Within seconds, his shirt hit the floor, and his belt followed.

His eyes drifted toward my mask.

"Take it off." He ordered, standing with only his underwear. "The mask, take it off. Let me see the face behind that dishy body." He added.

For the first time that night, hesitation crept into my thoughts.

I wasn’t afraid of showing my face to Henry. He was drunk enough that he probably wouldn't remember much by morning. I knew him well enough but then, the camera, my face?

Revealing my face was completely not part of the plan. But Henry was just too drunk, he might force the mask off if I declined.

"Seeing my face costs extra," I said with a playful smile.

He sneered, leaned closer, almost biting off my ear. He whispered, “Money isn’t the damn problem. Now take it off.”

Of course, it wasn’t. He was the president of Vicos Group. Still, I needed another distraction.

"You're almost my type," I teased, gently guiding him toward the small table beside the bed.

"But I think you need another drink before you've earned that privilege."

I poured him a generous glass of whiskey and handed it over.

Without hesitation, he emptied it.

The instant he lowered the glass, he caught hold of my wrist and pulled me to him.

I landed with my back on the bed. He wasted no time, like some hungry man who'd been starved of sex, he straddled me and at once, I felt his wet tongue tracing every part of my neck, then my ear, and then his fingers reached for the mask.

My heart pounded immediately. I silently prayed he didn’t notice just how loud my heart was beating against my chest while not missing a sec to think of how to prevent my face from the camera. And just as he started pulling it up, I made my move.

I pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, pinning him down with my thighs spread wide apart.

It won’t last long. Just hold on, I told myself, as my fingers caressed his thick, knotty, hairy chest.

I kissed him hard, letting our tongues clash like fire and gasoline. I felt his hard hands tense, roaming slightly on the skin of my back and then they slowly slid down, gripping my ass firmly but craving. Then he flipped me over, pressing his weight into me.

He was too eager to have it all in me. Like he’d longed for this moment, like he’d been sex-starved.

“I don’t want tenderness,” he growled against my ear and patted a kiss on my neck. “I want all of me inside you!”

He kissed my stomach, descending slowly down to my panties. My body quivered under his touch. My stomach tightened, spreading this strange thrill. God! It was so intoxicating.

I've missed this so much. Missed how he touched me, how his touch felt on my skin, how good his cock was in me.

At this moment, I wanted him so badly... God, I did. But this wasn’t part of the plan and right now... it seemed already too late.