Chapter 7

I downed the rest of my water and followed her back out to the main stage just as a song was ending, and she walked out and stood by the pole. After she completed her three-song set, Smoke did her set, and then it was my turn. I felt at ease now, calm and relaxed. My second set was even better than my first. I’d removed all of my clothes as the first song ended and danced nude for the other two songs. The guys must have appreciated seeing more of my body for a longer duration because the stage was littered with money, and there had to be at least twice as much of it compared to my first set.

After I had picked up the bills, I decided to go to the other end of the stage so I could work on a different part of the room. Just like before, I was accosted by at least six men who wanted lap dances. I’d given about three or four lap dances when a handsome younger guy caught my eye. He looked to be about twenty, and he had his hand up to try to get my attention, so I walked over to him.

“Can I get a dance?” he said shyly.

“Of course, baby,” I cooed as I pressed my body into his. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Steven.”

“Oh, I love that name.”

He was wearing tight-fitting pants, a white, pressed, collared dress shirt, expensive-looking shoes, and a big gold watch with a matching chain around his wrist. This kid has money. I stuffed the twenty-dollar bill he gave me into my bra under my breast and slid onto his lap.

“I love how you dance,” he said huskily.

“I saw you from up on the stage, and I hoped to get a chance to dance for you,” I whispered sexily into his ear. Of course, that was a lie, but I could tell he believed every word.

“You have such a beautiful body,” he moaned.

I brushed my bare breasts over his face and then gently sucked on his earlobe. I scooted up and rubbed my pussy against his cock that was straining in his pants. “I love dancing for you, and you get me wet,” I cooed while sliding the tip of my tongue over his ear.

His body tensed up. “I don’t believe you.”

“Well, I can’t show you here, or we’d both get in trouble,” I whispered sexily. “But...” I let that single syllable hang in the air.

“But what?”

“If you take me to the champagne room, I’ll prove I’m not lying to you,” I mercilessly teased.

“How much is that?”

“Four hundred dollars, but I’ll be all yours for half an hour.” The song ended, and I slid off his thigh. “Are you ready?” I whispered. I loved the look of lust in his eyes.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go have some fun,” I whispered.

I smiled, took his hand, and led him to the back corner of the club, where we met an attendant who looked like he was guarding the entrance. “You have to pay him,” I said. He took a thick money clip out of his pocket and peeled off four C-notes.

“Thank you, and it’s nice to meet you, Madi,” the guy said after taking down my name so I got credit for the time. “You’ll be in room number three. My name’s Terence. Let me know if you need anything.”

I took Steven’s hand again, and we walked up some stairs. We were met by a large, burly man, the guy Raven had told me about. “Go on in, Steven. I’ll be with you in just a second.”

“Okay,” he said, and he walked into the small room.

“You’re new, right?” the big guy said while giving me a once-over.

“Yes, it’s my first night, Andy.”

He smiled. “Oh, I didn’t realize we’d met before.”

“We haven’t, but we’re going to be great friends.”

“We are, huh?”

I reached into my bra, pulled out five twenties, and handed them to him. “Will you watch out for me, keep me from getting into trouble? I’m Madi, by the way.”

His face broke into a big grin. “Well, Madi, you and I are going to get along just fine.” He paused for a moment. “What room do they have you in?”