MATURE CONTENT
{Your POV}
"Are You ready?" Jessica asked, fixing her makeup one last time, placing her pumps on her feet. I shook my head yes and slid my silk robe off my body, placing it on the chair neatly.
"I don't' know why, but I'm nervous as hell." Sighing, I threw back the last shot and checked my makeup.
"Well hurry. You know how Boss is"
Boss. How could anyone forget about him? He's an asshole with a banging body, beautiful face, and a nasty attitude. But I've never experienced it before, I guess you can say he has a soft spot for me?
Leaving the room, I walk towards the backstage and waited until I was called.
As I reached for the curtain to peek out, my song {Your Favorite Song} Started playing.
"Give it up for the beautiful, sassy, Delicious, {Stripper Name}!"
Whistling, yelling, and slamming of the hands on the tables were heard. I felt all the nervousness leave my body as I prepared to go out. I retracted my hand away from the curtains and placed them by my sides. The curtains open and I was met with the faces of hungry, Horny men— hell even women.
I sashay onto the stage, grabbing the pole, wrapping my right leg spinning around it one time. I slowly dropped down to the floor, seductively crawling towards the hungry crowd. Money started raining down as I stood back up, I grabbed the pole with one hand on the top and one on the bottom, lifting my body off the ground, flipping upside-down.
The crowd went wild as they threw bills on the stage, cheering for more. I slid down the pole and looked out into the crowd seeing boss, a different aura surrounding him. Could he be mad?
'Why is he so beautiful?!' I questioned in my head.
The song ended, and I collected all my money off the stage, slowly walking away so they can enjoy my backside before I left the stage. I walked into the changing room and sat at my vanity set and placed the money down.
The door opened and in came Boss. I put my money in a stack and held it out for him to take. He takes the money and places it back on the vanity, shaking his head no.
"Keep it."
I tilt my head to the side and looked at him curiosily. I looked into his eyes and they seemed darker than usual. He leaned up against the vanity, Eyes scanning my body.
"You did good out there," He spoke, his voice huskier than usual. It sent a shiver down my spine, " I like how you made everyone go crazy."
"But that's nothing new," He added.
He placed two fingers on my chin, raising it to look at him, "Nobody has ever made me feel this way before."
"What do you me-"
"Aroused" He simply stated, "No girl has ever made me feel aroused. Girls throw themselves at me all the time, but they never made me feel some type of way."
"But that's not the case," He added
Truth be told, I had the hots for My Boss. It began 2 weeks after I started working here. I looked down avoiding his intense gaze, my eyes fall upon his bulging pants.
"My eyes are up here," He chuckles.
"Sorry" I quickly apologized, "Truth be told, I feel the same way."
"Is that so?"
I shook my head yes and continued, "I don't like it when guys throw themselves at me and I've..been eyeing you a little after I started. You make me feel things...without even touching me."
"Hmm."
A silence fell upon us as he placed a hand upon my shoulder.
"I'll be going now."
"W-wait" I stuttered, "I want you."
Bitch- fuck!
"You want me?" He stopped, Turning his gaze to mine as I stared him in the eyes, "How do you want me?"
"Yes, Yes I want you" You calmly spoke, "I want you to love me, touch me, kiss me, Tease Me, I want you to fuck me."
"So filthy," He snarls, walking towards me, "Meet me in my office in five."
And with that, he placed a hungry kiss on my lips then walked out the door. I placed my hand on my lips and smiled. This is it... this is what I wanted.
I always wanted my boss to fuck Me.
Michael fucking Jackson. My boss.
Part 2?
