Striptease

Curious

[Everleigh]

Glancing between the two men in the private, curtained off VIP area that I normally wouldn't mind myself in since I was not requested in these areas a lot, I was more of a work-the-pole kind of gal, a part of me was tempted to turn down the offer.

I wasn't an "entertainer" by any means, I strip and that's it.

I wasn't an escort, prostitute or anything of that matter.

People, mostly men, saw my body for what it was and they paid me just to look at my curves.

Or both existent and non-existent curves.

Why did they want my presence here anyways?

Kayla said that Mr Wylder didn't prefer blondes over brunettes, she said that I would be fine and I clearly wasn't!

The man who I now knew to be Mr Wylder raised his hands up as a playful smirk appeared upon his lips, a flash of white teeth gleaming at me.

God, even his teeth were perfect. How could that be?

Braces, whitening treatments, good hygiene….I wasn't lucky enough to have had braces when I was younger but my teeth were only slightly crooked, only adding to the imperfections that layered themselves over my body like a towering stack of flapjacks.

Going against my innermost desires to run like hell out of here, which obviously I couldn't do given the height of my heels, I nodded my head slightly, my fingers nervously toying with the lace straps at my hips that connected to the thigh high garter bands around my upper thighs.

I was dressed like a virgin and right now, I felt about as scared as one but I needed the money.

That money could go towards paying off a few months rent for Teresa and I which meant I could take a portion out of my usual income and buy her something nice.

My baby sister was growing more and more each day, she needed new clothes, maybe some new toys as well and her fifth birthday was coming up soon.

I couldn't let her down for her birthday.

Looking back at the man, Mr Wylder I should say by now, his eyes darted to my lips as I spoke but they didn't drop any lower, an action that I silently thanked him for.

I was nervous enough already, I didn't want to be blatantly googled out by a stranger.

"Promise to keep your hands to yourself?"

My voice was suddenly squeaker and more high pitched then before, perhaps my nerves really were getting to me after all.

Promise me?

Seriously?

What are we, ten?

You know that everybody knows those are the rules, you can't touch the merchandise without paying an arm and a leg for it so I highly doubt he's gonna touch you.

But for some reason, I still wanted him to promise me this fact.

Maybe I did still manage to keep a hold on my innocence and state of virtue after all.

Well, at least until this one piece had to come off while I was stripping.

Talk about pure innocence, all right.

"I promise."

He said sincerely, his gaze never wavering from mine and although I couldn't trust him as far as I could throw him, I knew that he was telling the truth.