Mysterious man.

CAMILA

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‘ …Like you, like you, like you, ooh. Found it hard to find someone like you…’

The music trailed off as I gripped the pole once more. Feeling the heat of the moment, I pumped myself up and swirled around the pole for the fifth time. My head came downward and I roamed my fingers from my chest to my knees. I was feeling the moments. They could all feel the moment, and I was satisfied with the feeling I gave them.

This was my life, I was a pole dancer at the Please and Pleasure Night club. I pleased men with my body in exchange for cheers and money. But Nick being my boyfriend and my boss, things weren't going well for me.

‘…I can’t sleep no more in my head, we belong and I can’t be without you…”

My feet came down again and I let myself lay flat on the floor. My eyes fluttered as they roamed around the hungry crowds who couldn’t stop cheering and throwing money at me. Yes. I needed it. The money was why I was here and it was what excited me to move more.

‘…Why can’t I find no one like you?…’

I had been in this position many times to know what they desired. It was almost like seeing through their souls. These miserable hungry souls. Silly men with hungry wives and horrible homes, spending everything to get a glimpse of my show. How pathetic.

‘…thought I needed something else and acted like I was okay…’

Although I was happy about this lifestyle of mine, I was never satisfied. it always felt like I was lacking something, something decent in my life. I had a sister to take good care of and she was my driving force in this lonely world now. Anna was my last blood, the last person I'd call family.

‘… damn pappa you a rare breed, no comparing. And it’s motherfucking scary…”

I dragged myself on my knees seductively towards the hungry audience. They needed a good view for their money and I would give them one. I laid flat again and moved my fingers through my tummy to my panties. The crowd cheered for more. Stupid dumb people.

‘…I’ll put the ring on when you’re ready, we play our fantasies out in real-life ways…’

My eyes caught a dark figure among the crowds. I couldn’t get a clear glimpse of his face because of how rowdy the crowds were. But I could feel his stares at me. He was in a suit. Who wears a suit to a fucking stripper club?

‘…you give me energy, make me feel light headed…’

He was staring right at me and I couldn’t take my focus off him. I moved back to the pole and swirled around it with my eyes still on this mysterious figure. The blue and white lighting couldn’t make me get a clear vision of him but I could tell from his countenance that he was handsome. Some handsome hungry idiot who loves a good show. And damn, was I going to give him a good show.

‘…and baby had to pull me out, ohh…’

I moved seductively towards him as his eyes didn’t flinch from mine one bit. The crowds divided, allowing me to move freely to him. My fingers found his chest easily as they roamed through his suit buttons. The crowd couldn’t stop cheering and throwing money at me and that was the motivation I needed to bring this man to his knees.

‘…you give me energy, make me feel lightweight…’

I sat on him and gently rode him as my fingers kept moving around his chest. He didn’t stop staring and he gave no emotion. He was as stiff as a rock. This man was resisting me… and I was not one to be resisted. I took my time to study the titan I was on. His hair was tousled around, his jawline thick and sharp as they kept clenching with each movement I made. I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes but they were dark and hungry.

‘…when other bitches tryna get with my dude, and when other chickens tryna get in my coop.’

His hands suddenly gripped my butt, and he gave them a sharp spank as I gasped. My eyes caught a smirk from him. He gave my butt a quick squeeze. Well, he wanna play? Two can play the game.

‘…I find it hard to find someone like you. Like you, like you…’

My right hand shot out to his neck as I gripped them with little force. I felt his Adam's apple pop as a gulp escaped him. I could feel the music inside my head and the effect of the whiskey I had taken earlier before I came on stage. I could feel the effect I was having on him but he was in denial. His hands on my butt gripped harder but I didn’t back down. His fingers trailed up my ass to my spine with a tingling sensation, then he moved them downward to my pantyhose as he grabbed and released them making them slap against my skin.

‘…send your location, come through…’

My mouth came to his ears and I whispered the song to him slowly, seductively, in a very sexy manner. I felt his grip on my butt loosen as the song was coming to an end.

“What’s your name?” His voice came out hoarse, demanding, and delicious.

“Miss,” I muttered as my left hand gripped his tie, moving away from him, I used his tie as a swing, swirling around him as the rhythm of the song trailed on. My ass landed on his lap once more and I whispered into his ears, “Miss nobody.”

The music ended instantly with the crowds cheering and I tried to pull away but he was holding me so tightly that I couldn’t move. His eyes flared with lust and desire. He wanted me, but I wasn’t ready. His right hand moved from my ass to the pocket of his suit. He brought out a golden card and handed it to me.

My eyes moved between his and the card. I released my hand from his shoulder and took the card from him. Just when he thought I was going to leave, I squashed the card between my fingers and pushed it back to his chest pocket.

“I don’t do service,” I smirked.

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“You did what?!” My best friend and coworker, Abigail squeaked out. She was chewing on her gum loudly and it was annoying.

We were changing into our regular clothing in the dressing room.

“Yeah, I squashed the card and I pushed it back to his pocket,” I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from the table close to me. “Oh, and the crowd was unbelievably more active than before.” I chugged on it as I stood in front of the mirror in our dress room. I was done for the night and I had to change to go home.

“Yeah, but we’re not talking about the crowd. Why did you do that?.” She asked with a little pout as she slumped on a chair close to me. "And I was even there to see the look on his poor unfortunate face!"

“If you wanted, you would have taken my place for the night.” I shrugged as I removed the fake wig we had to wear from me and picked up a pack of wipes to clean my face with. I glanced at Abigail who gave me an unbelievable look. “What? He went past the rules!”

“Well, you sat on him! What else did you expect him to do? Smile at you and watch you rub your almighty ass on him? I heard the new men are from some mafia gang or something.” She said as she swung her arms around.

“Whatever,” I muttered, not letting the thought of the mysterious man get to me. “Come on, change, we’re done for the night.”

We changed into our regular outfits and as we made our way out of the room, I stumbled upon two men with dark shades and a suit.

“Miss,” One of them nodded and passed a card in my direction. “Boss wishes to speak with you.” It was the same card the mysterious man gave me.

I knew for sure the boss in question was the mysterious man I just had a lap dance on. Though I had an idea of the concept of the meeting, I wasn’t in the mood for anything.

“Well, tell your boss that I’m done for the night,” I pushed his hand with the card back at him.

“Padrino insists you come with us,” Another voiced from behind the first one.

“He can link with any of the other girls, I don’t accept any more favors for tonight.” I finished and pushed past him but was held in the elbow by the second man.

“You will listen to Padrino, Suka.” He growled as he moved his shade for me to get a clear view of his face and pushed the Card at me. “He requests you be brought in now.”

oh. well, fuck shit.