All Chapters of His Virgin Stripper : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Sienna The world didn't just stop; it fractured.The mask hit the stage floor with a hollow thud that echoed louder than the bone-rattling bass. Under the harsh, blood-red spotlights, the "Healer" looked up.It was a face I had kissed every morning for three years. The same jawline I’d traced while he slept, the same eyes that had looked at me with what I thought was medical-grade devotion.It was Dave. My fiancé.He didn't see me. He couldn't see past the glare of the lights and the sea of hands reaching for him, but he didn't need to. He was currently arching his back, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as his hands–the hands that were supposed to save lives–gripped the pole with the kind of practiced, rhythmic strength that made my stomach drop into my feet.“Oh, Sienna,” Talia’s voice was a low, mournful bell beside me. She didn't sound surprised. She sounded like she was watching a car wreck she’d predicted weeks ago.“We really did try to tell you.”“A month,” Roxy snapped, h

Sienna “I can’t do this.”The words came out smaller than I intended. Pathetic, almost.Like all the confidence I had been running on tonight had finally expired and left me stranded backstage in six-inch heels and a dress that could barely qualify as fabric.The crowd outside erupted again, impatient applause echoing through the walls.I could hear the announcer saying something else, probably buying us a few extra seconds. It would not be enough.My breathing became faster, too uneven .This was a mistake.A horrible, impulsive, emotionally unstable mistake.What the hell was I doing here?Five hours ago, I had a fiancé. A wedding, a future.Now I was backstage in an elite sex club dressed like a glittering revenge fantasy, seconds away from performing for a room full of rich strangers.This was the kind of shit show that should’ve been stopped by a trusted adult.Roxy grabbed my arms before I could spiral any further.“Hey. Look at me.”I shook my head.“No, Rox, seriously, I can’

My knees buckled.Not dramatically enough to send me crashing to the floor, thank God, but enough to embarrass me.I caught myself almost immediately, my hand gripping the edge of the chair beside me before I could completely lose my footing.The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.A smirk. Just great.Not only had this terrifying man watched me spiral internally for an entire performance, he was apparently enjoying this too.Heat crawled up my neck.I straightened quickly, trying to recover whatever dignity I still had left.His eyes stayed on me the entire time.Calm and unmoving. Sharp enough to make my skin feel too tight.The room suddenly felt smaller.Too quiet.Too private.I cleared my throat after a few painful seconds.“Why did you send for me?”My voice sounded steadier than I felt.Barely.He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he stood.And dear God, that somehow made everything worse.He was already intimidating sitting down, but standing?Standing made it painfully obv