บททั้งหมดของ The Masked Stripper is my Wife. : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

LorettaI sat in the changing room, already dressed and ready, scrolling through my phone to pass the time. Tonia had stepped out to talk to Jeremy, who had insisted he wanted a private word with her. The room felt unusually quiet. Most of the other girls had already gone out to the main club floor, leaving only a few of us behind. Those of us still here were the ones selected to perform for the VIP clients later in the evening. I wanted to join the regular section with the other girls since Raven was already back, even though I really wish I was in the Vvip lounge, but Marcus had told me to stay back. I wasn’t sure why. He hadn’t explained if I would be assigned to a VIP lounge or if he had something else planned. The uncertainty left me restless, tapping my phone screen without really looking at what was in front of me.Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Raven walking toward me. She wore a sheer red lace bra and matching panties. They were so transparent that nothing was hidd

LorettaWhen Marcus told me a client wanted a private show, I thought it would be one of the VIPs from last night. I almost told him no, the thought of spending more time with another man after that mess last night made me want to throw in the towel, but I couldn’t. I needed the money, and Marcus had been good to me since I started here. He has trusted me with clients that most of the top girls begged to dance for, and I didn’t want to make him feel like I wasn’t dependable.Still, I had my doubts. The client from last night had been rough, all hands, and no respect. He thought paying for a private session meant he could do whatever he wanted. I nearly kneed him in the balls when he pushed too far. That memory sat heavy on my chest, and I prayed I wouldn’t have to deal with another man like him tonight. But I knew the truth. This job came with its perks, and it's hell. You meet men who think they can buy you, who think your body belongs to them just because you walk onto the stage.

Asher Prescott“You have a meeting in the next two hours, sir, and your two o’clock is already here,” Logan said as he walked in and dropped a stack of files on my table.“It should be Richard, send him in.”He nodded and turned to leave but then stopped halfway. He stood there, stiff, staring at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t have the courage.I set my pen down. “What do you want, Logan?”“I just wanted to ask if the company plans to employ a secretary anytime soon.” His voice was calm,like he is scared to start the conversation.“Should I fire you and employ someone else in your position?” I leaned back and watched him.He shifted, clearly scared “No, sir, but I have been taking on the responsibilities of both a secretary and your PA. It hasn’t been easy. It's exhausting.”“If it’s too much for you, resign, there are thousands of people who would line up to take this job.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.“Tell Richard to come in,” I said, picking up my pen a

LorettaI lay on my bed, restless, my body refusing to calm down. My thumb rubbed over my nipple through the thin net nightgown. The fabric was very thin, and that was exactly why I wore it. My teeth dug into my lower lip as I let my mind wander to Mr. Exclusive.The thought of him had my body reacting in a way I couldn’t control. My back arched as I squeezed my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers until they hardened even more. I pinched them hard, and the sharp pinch sent me gasping. I was wet, soaking already, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.Sliding my hand down, I dipped into my panties, circling slowly before thrusting a finger inside me. The pressure made me moan into my pillow. I imagined his hand there instead, him fingering me, pushing deep, controlling every sound that came from my mouth. The more I thought about him, the wetter I got, my body moved without hesitation, my fingers pumping faster as my other hand twisted and tugged at my nipple. I imagined him gr

LorettaI dropped my phone on the cushion, tired of holding it always for over two weeks now, while expecting their call. My screen stayed blank, no notification, no new mail. At this point, I guess they have already hired someone else. Maybe Tonia was right all along, people like us don’t stand a chance in a place like Prescott International. It’s always about who you know, not how much effort you put in. Someone with the right connections probably walked in and got the job.This dampened my mood immediately. I pushed the bowl of cereal I had been eating to the side. I couldn’t take another spoonful even though I was hungry. Working at the club has been paying my bills, and to be honest, it pays more than most jobs out there, but I don’t want to get lost in it. I don’t want my whole life to be reduced to dancing in front of strangers.Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning at the door. I straightened on the couch. A moment later, Tonia walked in.“Hey girl, good morning,” she