Ariel's POV (FLASHBACK)

 I took an Uber to my tiny apartment and when I arrived I quickly applied some ointment to my feet. I was glad it didn’t leave a scar but a small scratch.

  I entered the bathroom for a quick shower, applied my avocado and honey shampoo. My hair was long and it stopped at my waist so it needed extra attention when washing from the scalp to the ends. I washed off the shampoo and neatly dried my hair after bathing and came out of the bathroom.

                What next?

  I applied my mascara and lip gloss and changed into a black jean and white crop top as I wore a four-inch high-heeled shoe. I put my modelling lingerie, sunscreen, water, and vitamins into a bag and left for the event.

  “Where have you been?” Eunice walked up to me the minute I stepped into the hall and met a lot of models with their number tags boldly placed on their dresses.

  “I’m sorry I ran into some incident but it’s fine. I took care of it.” I answered with a smirk as the incident with the Handsome jerk flashed.

  Eunice was dressed in a mini skirt and a crop top that accentuated her curves, she was blonde and had plush lips.

     “Take this tag. I’d wait for you as you can see it’s a long time before it gets to your turn.”

    “That’s fine.” I took the tag and sat close to Eunice.

       “What brand are they casting for? You normally talk about the brand and sorts but this time it’s hidden. Have they met their requirements?”

  “This time is tough because they’ve not decided or chosen their top five models from the first and second batch to have separate seats for considerations. I don’t think they’ll be able to get anyone here. They need a lady to model for a ballroom event called ‘THE GREAT GATSBY’ and it has to be someone really good.”

 “That’s tough but what are the requirements If I may ask?” I enquired and grabbed a can of water and gulped before wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

“Honey brown eyes, cream pale skin…”

  “Tag 289! Miss Eunice Gregory!” The announcement came through and I gave her a thumbs-up as she went to do her thing.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” She answered and left the seat to the stage.

         “All the best!” I whispered and she worded a thank you.

   “Action!” They announce.

    I watched as Eunice catwalked, flipped her hair, give a turnaround with loads of poise, whip her butt seductively in her short skirt with charisma and confidence then she did the pose. She gives a charming smile and serenade the environment.

 “That’s the way to go keep them spellbound!” I jumped from my seat and clapped giving her a thumbs up.

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      ONE WEEK LATER

I was sitting in my room coiling on my small couch relishing a bowl of hot noodles. I picked the remote to search for movie channels and began to watch with keen interest.

  I remembered staying up all night munching on a popcorn watching telenovelas. It reminded me of my late father and how often we stayed up most night laughing after an episode while Mom hisses clearly jealous.

   Matthew wasn’t at home. He has been at Eunice’s family house and he barely ever wants to leave. He eats what he wants without me screaming down on the expenses and feeding him what I could afford.

  He loves yoghourts, sweets, ice creams, and games and it was a habit I couldn’t sponsor because I’m always budgeting for the month and trying to save up for Mom’s surgery.

  And with time I started to feel I was pushing my responsibilities over to Eunice and her parents but they were the least bothered. They were In love with his cheerful and vibrant spirit despite his disability and spoiled him with lots of goodies.

 That I’m thankful for but scared at the same time. What if I couldn’t meet up regularly to buy those items that makes him happy will he hate me?

     I wondered with a hand pressed on my chin.

   I must have dozed off or probably even still sleeping because on opening my eyes, I saw a familiar face. Eunice, She was sitting on my second couch which is opposite the one I sat on.

  It was past 9:56 Pm when I checked the gray wall clock on the wall. She put some sexy lingeries, with fancy thongs and braless cuts with boob tapes into a pink transparent bag.

 She had her hair wet dripping with water and I’m sure she had some hair leave-in conditioner on as well, as they bounced wonderfully well.

 “I thought you wouldn’t wake up, you had slept for hours.” She muahed the lip gloss on her lips.

 I stretched my tired limbs and with a yawn asked. “How is Matthew? I hope he wasn’t much of a bother and If you don’t mind can he stay a week more till I know what to do with myself. I’m broke as fuck barely have 20 dollars to feed.”

   “Matthew has been sweet and playful, do not worry about him, he’s family.” She answered cheerfully applying her dramatic mascara.

 My gaze was fixated on the bag and I knew it was time for her stripping job. “Thanks, bestie. Well, I had way too much to eat and drink but I am fine. You’re heading to the club… I want to go along with you.” She turned and looked at me.

 If I had given it a second thought by now I would have made some money to cater to my pressing issues. I’ve made up my mind and that’s what I would do.

“Stop acting silly, the club? You’re a model Ariel, not a st….” I cut her off before she went on.

  “Yes, I’m a model, so because I’m a model I shouldn’t find something else to increase my cash flow? You’re an advert model, yet you strip at night isn’t it? And no rule states all strippers to be slut or they killed anyone.

 I’m hungry and got to feed, my mother is currently in the hospital battling for her life. I get so ashamed of myself to go see her in the hospital when I haven’t raised half of the supposed medical bills.

   It breaks my heart, rent is almost due and I don’t have money to pay up. If not for your help, I don’t know what I would have done with myself if Matthew was here.” I lamented bitterly.

 She sighs. “Okay, I just don’t want you to act pressured or whatever. You can have a rethink but if not, I’ll fix something for you to wear, then we hop out to make those lustful guys go gaga.”

 I pouted and I could see her hesitant, in which she relaxed.

 “I’m not changing my mind for now, until I get something better doing or I have a big breakthrough through modelling,” I replied and curved my hands in thanks to her.

 “Okay, I am giving you five minutes to wash up and smell like wild orchid flowers or I will change my mind.” I ran into the bathroom quickly, that Eunice for you, assistant mom for a reason.

   I went to the bathroom and got under the shower after stripping myself off my clothes, got my coconut body gel all over my smooth skin and it began to lather generously over my body.

 I felt so fresh and squeaky clean, getting out of the shower. I had to clean up and apply my body lotion, there was a bathroom mirror and my whole curves came into full view.

 I wiggled my bouncing ass at the mirror and it clapped obediently, that’s one of my arsenal.

“One more minute and I will have your head for breakfast! What are you doing there? I hope you ain’t masturbating in there?” The shrill voice from Eunice.

 “Here I come, the queen of the night.” I came out from the bathroom with a towel, my dress was laid out. Me and Eunice were almost the same size so we kind of shared clothes, there was a blue sequin short slit gown.

 There was a silver high heel on the floor, a nice piece of star jewellery with dotted earrings, and a silver choker.

 In no time I was dressed and Eunice offered me a facial black mask, I looked astonished staring at the mirror.

  I looked like a billion-dollar rich lady.

 “Remember if you want to fret, you can change your mind now. You should put on a show and satisfy their lustful desires. I know you will be called a slut but you have no choice.” I rolled my eyes as she spoke.

 “Yeah, yeah, let’s get over it, I have cold feet already.” We stepped out and got into an Uber waiting patiently outside.

 “Fantasy club, No. 64 Greenville Estate.” She spoke, in which the driver nodded and started the ride.

 She knew me too well, during the ride I began to fret as I began to fidget. I had to think about my mom, my little angel for a brother Matthew, and came to the conclusion it was all for them and I couldn’t ruin it just like I ruin things.

 I clasped my hands together, and gave a short prayer in my heart, and forged on.

 We arrived at the club and Eunice paid the fare and as she led me to the dressing room.

 Everywhere was dark except for a red light that showed in the room.

 Girls were dressing up, in a room filled with lots of wigs, flimsy dresses, and cigarettes some others were putting finishing touches to their makeup.

 I was nervous it was my first time but definitely won’t be my last. Eunice smiled warmly at a lady who wore a red thong, big breasts with a boob tape covering her nipples and metallic blonde hair. She had high cheekbones, lush lips painted with bright red lipstick. She had heavy makeup that seemed quickly done and yea she was beautiful and looked like she had some work done.

 She noticed I came with Eunice so she smiled warmly at me and gestured in my direction to come forward. I was frozen to the floor.

       Am I doing this?

She noticed my hesitant attitude, with a cheerful smile she walked over to where I stood rooted on a spot.

 “Hello, I’m Anna and you seem like a newbie. But not to worry, I would take good care of you. You just have to flow and throw caution to the wind and you will be fine.” She smiled at me and brought her hands out for a shake.

  I gave her a fake smile and shook her hands. She wore hand jewellery that was made with white pearls that adorned her fingers well.

   “Nice to meet you.”

  “Enough, with the introduction, we are late guys!” Eunice announced, sounding impatient, she began to undress and slipped her gown off.

 She was left with her pants and bra, so I walked over to where she stood. She brought out a pink thong, duct tape, and a metallic breast cup and handed them to me.

   “I’d be on stage. See you guys later.” Anna walked out bouncing her hips seductively.

I knew what to do without being told. I had to put each one on, and when I was done. I could see the reflection of how half-naked I looked at the mirror but damn it was smashing hot. I twirled my wet hair around my fingers and wigged my ass.

 “21st century Cleopatra in full flesh.” Eunice hailed, and I laughed.

 “Can I get some drinks?” I gulped, she nodded and went out.

 I was staring at my reflection in the mirror when she came back and gave me a tiny bottle of vodka. I took it and gulped it down at a go. It gave a burning effect on my chest. It’s been a long time since I drank.

  I put on my facial mask and we both walked hand in hand to the club, let fuck some shit!

The club was blazing with beautiful music and my inner Beyoncé came into play. I was pretty high all thanks to the vodka, and my body felt warm.

  With my mask on, I am sure no one would recognize me or what I looked like. My boobs were out, except for my nipples that were hidden by the metallic breastplate.

 There was no time to waste so I went to the pole and my hands gripped the pole sliding from the up to bottom and warmth rushed through my blood as the music blasted through the hard speakers. I began to grind Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion ‘WAP’.

  This was my first time, but I am no novice. I’ve watched it in movies, and Eunice has always talked about how pole dancing was so easy and asserted so much sensual energy.

 I took a long breath and twirled my feet around the pole. Twirling slowly eyes roaming and picturing from the corner of my eyes as most men stared at me, spellbound by my shape and their inability of getting their eyes off me.

  I wiggled my ass in their faces and bent a little, as my ass stood out proudly. Most of the men had their jaws wide open and a few had saliva dripping, well let the show begin.

 My fingers grabbed and took off my metallic breastplate and my boobs hung out, but my nipples were still covered in duct tapes. I circled the pole and held my ass for support, my skin glowed through the colored dim light.

  I was having fun, and the alcohol just gave me another form of confidence. I flung at the pole, and began to dance around it, my ass shook vigorously twerking up a storm.

    “Sexy! Hot!”

 They were some loud gasps and cheers from the crowd, and at this point, I don’t give a fuck.

   There was a deal to twerk up a storm and that’s what I’m doing. I took my fingers and began to circle my nipples.

  They were taut and firm and they bounced real good. I circled them and used my other finger to touch my mound.

 It was sexually frustrating the shit out of them, I was shuffling in between twerking, dancing on the pole, and swinging like Tarzan.

 The feeling was sensually afloat it was simply lovemaking at the pole, I held onto it and my ass bent and began to twerk.

 My ass clapped, while massaging my taut tips, widening my legs, and my thong panties shew. I took my fingers to my thong as though I wanted to get them off and their eyes lit in wanton lust licking their lips to see my pink pussy, but It was just a tease and slammed the thong on my skin and they murmured in frustration.

    There was a wry smile on my face and my tongue rolled out, and I gave a leg split while flipping my hair backward.

 The crowd cheered and the harsh smell of booze filtered through the air, with lust and sexual moans ringing in the air.

 Fantasy clubs were filled with spectators, and cute guys who fixed gazes were on my ass and boobs.

  They were other strippers dancing around their poles. They were good seductive dancers, but I’m going to give them a run for their money.

       Let the show begin!

 Massaging my nipples lustfully and with the hungry looks from the spectators like wolves ready to ravish me senseless I indicated for one of the blonde-haired guys to come forward.

He licked his lips with his dreamy eyes on my ass cheeks, I brought a chair forward and indicated for him to sit down.

He sat down and I circled around him, he looked tense so I placed my hands on his chest and smiled at him.

 He returned the smile and he relaxed, while my ass twerked upon him as the song buzzed on.

 His forehead held beaded sweat and I could feel his penile member, began to twitch and grow under my ass.

My ass bounced rhythmically as it came in contact with his member, I ground on him as he was moaning carelessly.

   I kept grinding on him and his face contorted into a moan, his breath was ragged and he jerked towards my ass.

 His eyes rolled back into his head with his hands on my waist, his hands gripped tightly as we shuffled from music to music.

 A hot liquid shoot to my ass. The motherfucker, he just cummed on his pants. His cum disgusts me, I got up from him and pushed him away like a boss while the crowd cheered. My gaze landed at Eunice at the far end giving me a thumbs up.

    The show is far from over!

I began to twerk as another music came on ‘Dior’ My ass shook with reckless trepidation, as I held my boobs and gave them a show.

 Somehow I felt embarrassed as I looked like a real bonafide stripper, this outfit had brought out all my feminine assets.

 The thong thing could barely contain my huge ass, and my boobs were just too exposed.

  Flicking my fingers to a guy at the other end of the club, he had Auburn hair and looked like an athlete.

 A bit later he walked over to where I stood in all my glory, his face beaming with a lusty smile. Being the one to make the move I pulled him close to me, and grabbed his dick, and stroked it gently.

 His body began to tremble, his flaccid dick suddenly shot up. It was hard and ready for some action, poor thing it won’t be having any tonight.

 He moaned as I stroked him slowly and faster. “Ohhh.., fuck your so good.” He moaned out

  I kept on stroking him, his eyes were focused on me, with his lust filled eyes.

  “I would pay whatever amount, just name it. Pretty you can’t leave me like this, please.” He pleaded and I gave him a little kiss at the tip of his nose.

He looked horny and his body was tense. I slowly looked at him seductively, while batting my long eyelashes at him.

There was no chair but It wasn’t a problem, my hands pushed him over to the stage close to my dancing pole.

After a while, I started dancing, grinding my ass at his groin and seductively, swaying my hips, ass, and fondling with my boobs.

I kept dancing seductively, touching my boobs, making fake moans softly to tempt my client and pinning his two hands upward and gave him a light kiss on his cheek. He was just too astonished by the services I rendered as his mouth hung open in a daze.

  His eyes were just fixed on me and so many others who were mesmerised by my performance and gazed at me starstruck.

  His dick was so hard as I ground on him, it was rock hard as hard veins must have gathered all over it.

 With each passing minute, He swallowed in his saliva as he watched me dance, rocking the shit out of him.

I held onto his pinned hands and fixed myself on his hard groin, and shook my ass seductively.

 I turned my head around looking at him and gave him a sexy wink while flipping my long hair backward, from covering my face.

 He couldn’t hold it any longer as he unzipped his trousers and began to stroke his dick so fast, as he kept watching me.

Dancing my way down to his knees and bent down and then slowly raised my body, shaking my ass at his face.

As it twerked on his face he groaned out of control, blaring loud as he released his semen all over the place, it was still rock hard begging for attention.

I turned and pecked his ear and whispered to him. “Did you enjoy the show?” And flicked on his nipples.

 He was slowly coming out from his high. “Oh, you’re an amazing dancing goddess. Please let us go somewhere private. Please, don’t turn me down. I need you badly right NOW!!!” He exclaimed.

Turning my back towards the client despite his request and left him on stage as my heels clicked noisily and Eunice came behind me. “You’re so good, you had all this and you were worried for nothing huh?

    Come let me lead you to a private room you can wash and dress up in. I’ve laid a peach dress for you, with a new set of thongs and a cotton lace bra.” Her hands curled around the sides of my arm.

    “Okay.”

  “I can see the longing look in his eyes.” Eunice pointed to the Auburn guy, who was now off the stage with his jeans fixed and had a glass of alcohol in his hand and was keenly staring at me.

 The twerk action and stroking I’ve done to him were far from over with him.

 I understood the assignment and followed Eunice into a well-furnished room, it had a dresser and a small bed with a white sheet. I walked into the bathroom in no time, washed off the sweat, and cum sputtered on me.

 When I walked into the room, Eunice was nowhere to be found so I hurriedly applied some lotion and wore my thong amongst others.

 There was a faint knock on the door and Eunice was not the type to knock then who was that?

 “Who’s there?” I asked heading to the door on opening the door and got startled by the sight before me.

   It was the Auburn guy from earlier, he winked at me and made his way into the room.

“What are you doing here?” I knew the reason but wanna hear him say it.

 “I’m here, because of no one other than you. I’m a regular here but I have never met anyone as sexy, daring and a crazy dancer as you.” He flipped my wet hair and sucked at my fingers.

 “I don’t get laid like that, I don’t fuck my clients.” I flipped my fingers off his mouth and sat down on a chair.

  “I won’t force you against your will, but you might make the ache go away.” He pointed at his hard long bulge that formed in his tight jeans, protruding looking for some attention.

  Why did I come here? I chide my inner self and roll my eyes mentally. “How much are you ready to part with?’’ The question flew out of my mouth before my brain could process what to say.

 He smiled, licked his bottom lips, and dropped wads of dollars on the table.

  He meant business, so I pushed him over the bed and crawled over to him, and then used my teeth to unzip his zipper.

   “Fuck! That’s sexy.” My hands cupped his hard dick and mounted on his dick slowly and began to ride him.

  The ride was a casual, with no feel at all I couldn’t feel anything, because we had a barrier between my thong and his clothes.

  He grabbed my ass while riding him,  and he was busy muttering incomprehensible words.

 I increased my pace, riding him hard, twerking my ass in the process. His hands were roaming the upper parts of my body, he groped my boobs pressing them hard.

 When he was done pressing my breasts, he leaned forward trying to latch his mouth on my nipples but before that could happen I pushed him back down and held his throat.

 I kept riding him like that, nonstop while he was making weird faces during the ride, his mouth was wide open as If he was breathing for dear life.