THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER
WRITTEN BY: Pamela James
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I took off my clothes, right down to my underwear. I decided that I don’t need any glitter or something provocative on me.
While the others were out being obnoxious, I just poke dance and give myself up to the quiet ones who don’t want to party.
Sometimes they are creepy, sometimes they are genuine and want to pay my bills, but I have to be careful because one day, I really might walk out as a Sugar Baby.
I went out onto one of the platforms under the low lightening. I could see the glitter that was from earlier. I hoped it wasn’t obvious that I was cold. I could feel goosebumps all over my body, but that happens every night when the only thing I wear are tight short dresses that are skin tight.
My hand took ahold of the pole, and I slowly walked around it, trying to feel the music.
It took a second for me to get into it, and then I was holding myself up on the pole. I had to do a bunch of fancy tricks and spread my legs because I won’t get paid if I don’t. I just want one day where I could spin around for fun. No graphic or vulgar gestures, no being dirty. Until then, I will have to just shake my a$s and make it seem like I’m seconds away from taking my bôobs out
I recognised some faces.
I knew them by how much they paid me.
There where some that paid much more than others. And they were eager tonight to slip notes in my underwear. There were those that were aggressive, they don’t pay a lot, but when they do pay, they take it upon themselves to grope me while they do it. And it would piss me off, but they end up just giving me their money so I can’t complain.
There was one face I hadn’t seen ever!!
This man seemed like he didn’t belong at a strip club.
He was dressed for business.
And that’s not uncommon, except he was looking right at me.
I mean, right at me…..,
like in my eyes.
That almost shook me up a bit to the point where I wanted to go over to him.
I wasn’t sure if I was doing a good job or not, but he was watching me, but too far off.
I stayed up on the pole, leaning my head back to stare into the crowd again.
I wanted him to come closer because he was still looking at me.
He didn’t even glance towards the other strippers that walked by him, or even tried to get their attention, but he made me curious for some reason.
This might be a private show if he doesn’t look away.
I spun around on my pole, teasing him that I might take of my underwear but I obviously wouldn’t. I was really turned on today, and I have had days where everyone could see me n!pple through my underwear. I wasn’t going to play around and swing my body in someone’s face, that is just not what I’m interested in.
However, someone was staring hard at me, and I considered really stripping for them.
That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go over to him. If he was staring so hard, it means that he wanted something from me. I might aswell give it to him.
He’ll pay, right?
He looks rich.
That means he has to be rich.
As long as I get my money, I don’t care about his financial state.