Mr. Dark Side

Prologue: Part 1

 ***Prologue: Part 1***

            This was my secret identity. If one of my friends were to walk in here they wouldn’t be able to recognize me. I certainly look different when I have barely any clothes on and a corset top that practically pushes my breasts up to my ears. I caress the strings and admire the hot pink silk material with laces. It did look very good. It made my body look so shapely. All my friends tell me I have the most perfect figure, but I don’t know why. If there were any moments in my life that I would believe them it would be whenever I am going to work. Yes, I work as a stripper.     

      That’s only because I need money to pay off student loans, and sometimes I can make an obscene amount of money off tips. I don’t feel like I’m defying my self-respect or loosing any dignity because I have rules. The rules are strict. They cannot touch me, only I can touch them. (I never touch them much anyways). I tend to just give them a show and dance on their laps. That’s about it.

            All the girls around here talk about me and how I’m so prude. “She could make a living if she actually gave the guy a little more action…” Is it bad that I’ve had enough decency to hold onto my virginity for all these years? No. I’d say that’s far more worthy that just making a little extra money off doing dirty deeds.

            I run my fingers through my hair as I get water from the bar. No drinking on the job, but it’s not like I drink that much to begin with. I turn around from the heat on my back and find myself coming face to face with a man. He doesn’t look much older than me. Maybe he’s in his middle 20’s.

            “Would you mind visiting with my friend over here.” He points towards his possy and this is the first time I’ve seen them all eyeing me. The one that sticks out the most is the guy in the red hood. He’s tall, very tall.  It’s hard to make them out with all the strobe lights and moderate darkness.

            “Uh, yeah. Sure!” I follow him towards his friends and watch as all their eyes maul away at my body. I’m used to it though. It happens often around here.

            Except one guy isn’t checking me out at all. The one with the hood is looking me directly in the eyes. I lean forward a little bit so I can get a closer look. Are his eyes blue? They’re absolutely beautiful! I feel like I’m drowning in a big pool of water. Then I notice his face. Holy… That face! My breath hitches in my throat and my knees feel like they’re about to buckle over.

             I gaze at his perfectly sculpted jawbone with just the right amount of scruff to make any girl on this planet swoon. I know I am! He is probably the most down right attractive man I have ever seen! His skin is just bronzed enough to make him look the utterly gorgeous and it accentuates all of his flawless features. This man is… Oh God… This man. Is he a model?

            The way his eyes light up… the strobe lights don’t even need to be turned on… I know I already am.

            And those lips are so warm and soft looking. They are the perfect shade of rosy pink and I want to be invited in. I find it so attractive when guys have a nice smile. Let me guess, he has pearly white teeth too; that I don’t actually know, but I want to.

         “Mind showing him a good time?” The guy I talked to early directs to Mr. Handsome. Um.

            “Yeah, c-come with m-me,” I say shakily in a whisper. That is embarrassing. Why does this man need to come to a strip club to get woman? I’m sure he gets more than he can handle. They probably worship at his feet.

            My breathing is choppy as I lead him into one of the private rooms. Good God, I’ve never been nervous before. I’ve never felt so turned on by just looking at someone. My gears are already in drive. “Sit,” I instruct whilst pointing to the cushioned bench seat. He looks at me warily before taking a seat.