° Sabrina Hayden ° When I woke up today my clothes were destroyed with the awful smell of drinks and sweat and on the floor with bottles of drinks were laying, I don't remember what happened last night but I don't have to know what happened. It's exactly what happens whenever I came to The Reef Club. I work here as pole dance and sometimes I work serving drinks to the customers. Sometimes I had to serve drinks to the old men, ignoring their lustful touches, and sometimes I had to dance for them to earn money. My legs are sore because of dance and I can see bruises around my chest, more than usual. Today is the day I have to go to the graveyard to meet my mother who has passed away only when I was fourteen years old. I hopped off the bed carefully leaning on everything possible. I took a quick shower since I only have a few minutes before Tommy the manager of this club would arrive, I have to hurry before I would be caught by him. I brushed my teeth be

° Sabrina Hayden ° It's so late when I walked past all the coffee shops and bars that lined the main strip on my way back to the Reef club where I work. I can see through all the multi-colored glass that each is already busy with patrons on this rather chilly evening, the crowds I passed are the usual electric mix of wealthy peoples fresh-faced attempting to be trendy!  I also spot my favorite kind of patrons amongst the throngs of people, the high-up executives wanting to show off their wealth and indulge in their fantasies, and finally the bored wealthy housewife. I’m not jealous of all the people I can hear and see having the time of their lives, no no not at all as I sped up towards my destination.My destination just off the main strip is a real blink and you miss it kind of establishment almost looks like a high-end diamon

It was certainly a bad sign that upon first meeting Alejandro D’amelio, Sabrina’s immediate first thought was shit, he’s hot. Even worse when quickly within that same conversation she discovered this man was, of all things, his goddamn Boss. Who was twenty-Eight. In short, off-limits. It should have been enough to deter Sabrina from thinking about him like that any further. But it wasn’t. In fact, much to her dismay, her desire and curiosity only continued to grow as she got to know the man better. "Buttercup where's the fire," Sabrina prays to the heavens that her hunch as to where Amelia would be paid off. She knew she would find the dancer at the entrance to the main club, she won't tell the dancer that she's being obvious in her peeking over a scantily, glad Amelia who is currently dancing around a pole in a blue lace bodysuit! "Amelia you have to help me, he sent me to get his drink and said you woul

  ~SABRINA HAYDEN ~ I rushed out of that highly charged room, blindly trying to control the tears of embarrassment streaming down my face! I can hardly believe what just happened and is totally mortified, the sticky remnants clinging to my skin proof enough to confirm my fears! I let out another sob at the realization I just full-on experienced a white-hot blinding orgasm! One I’m ashamed to say it wasn't a result of my future husband but a stranger "Buttercup, Buttercup, SABRINA" shaking my head, I really don't want to stop my punishing sprint down the corridor especially when I hear Amelia gasp. I didn't get far when I felt Maximus grab hold of my arm, in a surprisingly strong grip! "Max, please I just want to go home" I know I should stay and try to calm down but my whole body is on fire, both in arous

 ~ SABRINA~I can't believe it's Monday already, even as the shrill sound of my old-fashioned stovetop kettle blasts through my dingy shoebox of an apartment. Normally I have no problem with it being 5 am most Monday mornings, today though I can't help but think the world is against me. I shudder as I hear the rain pelt against the window, I’m really not looking forward to the hour and a half walk to the club in this weather. I do have a full set of waterproofs for this very reason, but the days like this where it's still dark and probably freezing that I wish I could splurge on public transport. Catching the bus would also mean my hour and a half walk would be whittled down to a mere half-hour. Taking a sip of the cheapest instant coffee I could find, I know it's not possible, not only have the last o