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CALISTA

My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest. Even though I had been doing this for a couple of years, the panic and anxiety I always felt before and after a performance always remained.

My eyes surveyed the bustling club, and of course, the extremely loud music and twinkling disco lights did nothing to ease the pit in my stomach.

All it did was aggravate my discomfort. I wiped my sweaty hands over my black lace lingerie, well aware that my boobs and ass cheeks were hanging on display for the world to see, but there was little I could do about the situation.

I should be used to this after working as a stripper at the Red Rose club for years, but I still wasn’t.

All I wanted to do was go back to my crappy apartment and sleep for as long as I could, but of course, that wasn’t an option.

I gripped the silver pole on stage with sweaty hands as my eyes darted to the stranger who watched me intensely.

I couldn’t see his face clearly as a result of the bright lights, but I could tell that he was extremely handsome.

“Dance.” He commanded, his baritone voice sending shivers down my spine. He had been patient with me as all I did was waste a bit of his time, but now, it looked like his patience had run out.

“Of course.” I replied, gripping the pole tightly before taking a deep breath. It was show time. 

Despite the fact that I hated being a stripper with every fibre of my being, I began swaying my body provocatively to the beat, perfectly balanced on a pair of ridiculously high-heeled shoes

I couldn't afford to mess up in front of this man. He was an important guest and I had to please him anyway I could. 

If I didn't, I would be beaten and tortured by my boss and the owner of the club.

The stranger's eyes never left mine as I moved my waist and hips, running my hands over my half-naked body.

I plastered a fake smile on my face as I began wiggling my backside. An ugly feeling of shame threatened to rise up in my insides, but I swallowed it down.

I was doing this not because I wanted to, but because I didn't have a choice.

I forced myself to remember that before slowly making my way over to him, not forgetting to sway my hips seductively.

Once I was close to him, I could see his features better, and I was almost blown away at how breathtaking he looked.

His leaf brown hair was tied in a bun behind his head as his bright blue eyes studied me carefully.

I was a bit intimidated by the commanding and authoritative aura he exuded even though he barely said a word as he just sat relaxed on the leather sofa. 

I tried not to stumble, making slow and steady steps toward him as my heart rate quickened.

“What’s your name, handsome?” I asked in a sultry voice before sliding into his lap, placing my arms around his neck.

If he liked what I did to him, he didn’t show it. The stranger stared at me for a moment before speaking.

“Why don’t you take a guess?” He answered gruffly, and I wouldn’t lie that voice did dirty things to my insides.

“How about I call you Connor?” I asked, running my fingers lightly over his chest before grinding my hips against his.

His eyes darkened, and I instantly felt his dick harden against my ass.

A smirk made its way onto his extremely handsome face as he raised a brow.

“Fine. I’ll be Connor tonight.” He responded.

My face broke into a seductive smile as I began grinding against his hard on, watching as a breathless sigh escaped his lips. 

“You like that, Connor?” I whispered into his ear, the scent of his expensive cologne filtering its way into my nose, and instead of answering, the stranger grabbed me by the waist and began grinding against my ass, basically dry humping me.

A light gasp escaped my lips as heat pooled between my thighs. I slowly slid out of the stranger’s lap before making my way back to the stage. 

I could still feel his intense eyes on me, but I didn’t look back. Instead, I did what I knew how to do best. I pole danced like my life depended on it.

The stranger was an extremely important person, and if I managed to impress him, he would pay heavily, which meant that I would be paid heavily. 

With that thought in mind, I gripped the pole tightly before I began to dance, spinning, swinging, and wrapping my legs around the pole like a snake.

My dancing matched the tempo of the music and when I spared the stranger a glance, a satisfied grin spread over my face at the fact that he was entranced with my dancing just as I knew he would be. 

I carefully got down from the pole, but before I reached the ground, I was surprised to see that the stranger was already behind me. 

My eyes went wide as my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. How did he get up to the stage so fast without making a sound? Was he some kind of vampire?

I shuddered, shaking my head at the ridiculous thought. What the hell was I talking about? Vampires weren’t real.

I plastered another smile on my face, making my way over to him slowly.  All I had to do was please him, get paid and get the hell out of this club, and sleep for as long as I could.

“You’re here for more, aren’t you, Connor?” I said seductively with every intention of dancing against him, but to my surprise, he grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up effortlessly above the ground.

A gasp escaped my lips as he crashed his lips against mine. My eyes went wide with surprise as I wrapped my legs around him for support.

His lips were soft and firm against mine, and I couldn’t resist for too long before melting into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

The kiss soon turned into a full-on make out, and I could have sworn that I heard a feral growl escape his lips. 

My entire body was on fire, and I just wanted more of him. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was indeed a strange feeling as I had never felt like this before, like a cat in heat or even worse. 

At that moment, I couldn’t even bring myself to care or worry about the fact that I was acting so strangely. I just wanted that man inside me.

“I want you, Connor.” I said shamelessly, and it seemed those words were enough to drive him over the edge. Within seconds, he had me back first against the wall.

His hands slid to my ass, grabbing and massaging aggressively, while my fingers grabbed his hair.

Another growl escaped his lips, and I was too far gone at that moment to even wonder how a man could growl.

All I knew at that moment was that I found it incredibly hot. My hand slid to his groin, which was incredibly hard, and a low moan escaped his lips as I fondled it. 

I could already tell that he had reached his limit as he placed me on the ground and turned me around.

I compiled without any complaints, feeling the space in between my thighs extremely wet. 

His lips found my neck as his hands made its way to my breasts, teasing my nipple. A low moan escaped my lips as my body nearly exploded with pleasure, 

“Fuck.” I moaned as his other hand slid into my lingerie, down my body before reaching between my thighs which was soaked by now.

“Open your legs for me.” He commanded and I obeyed instantly. His hand slid straight into my pussy and a low cry escaped my lips as he began to touch me.

I soon heard him unzip his pants with his other hand and soon, his hand was replaced by his cock. He slowly slid inside me and a gasp escaped my lips as he filled me up.

“Connor.” I moaned as he began moving inside me. What started as slow thrusts now turned into something feral and animalistic as he basically barrelled and pounded me against the wall. 

Screams of pleasure escaped my lips as he fucked me like no one ever did in my entire life.

After each round, I only seemed to want more of him and finally, after a number of rounds, our bodies shuddered with release as beads of sweat slid down my face.

My body was weak with exhaustion as the stranger had taken pleasure to another level. Unable to keep my eyes open any longer, they slowly slid shut as the world went dark.