She knew what she had to do but she couldn't help but have feelings, this man, this criminal, this mass murder had her feeling some way no one else has never made her feel like that. This woman in fact is you, and the criminal we're talking about is...
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Another day at work for me, more clients with every working day. However today felt a lot different, I got to work and was told I had ten minutes before I had to get on stage. At those words I more or less ran to the changing room and got dressed in my lingerie, I then added some light make-up before adding the finishing touches to the outfit.
I started to make my way to the stage but stopped behind the curtain as I waited for the DJ to call my name and announce it was my turn.
"Up next is one of your favourite girls, Y/N would you make your way to the centre stage please." The DJ's voice echoed over the speakers.
I took a deep breath before making my way to the centre stage after the other girls had gotten off.
As I walked to the pole, I took in my surroundings. The red carpet lining the floor and the gold barrier so the clients I was dancing for couldn't get near me.
As I was taking them in, someone caught my eye. A man dressed with a silky navy blue suit to cover his well put together frame while his tie hung perfectly around the neckline of his dress shirt, his brown hair slicked back with a few strands that complimented his face well whilst his hooked nose sat above his trimmed beard.
Whiskey in hand, he turned and looked up at me. His eyes meeting mine as a soft blush started appearing across my face. I turned back to the pole, wanting to be professional since I was still at work, but really it was to hide my, now red and flustered, cheeks.
I hadn't made eye contact that made me feel something with someone in a long time, not like that anyway. When I looked into his eyes, my stomach felt like it erupted in butterflies.
Right now I couldn't think about that anymore as I had to start dancing to the music, doing my best to keep in sync, but also looking sexy while doing it.
What I hadn't realised was Mr. Eye Contact had made his way over to the stage, leaning against the railings with his whiskey in hand. I twirled around the pole in my red lingerie, catching eyes with Mr. Eye Contact again. He looked at me with a soft, barely noticeable smirk, gently tossing a 100 dollar bill at me before taking a swig of his hot liquor.
I continued with my dance, showing off my moves and how flexible I was.
The song soon came to an end and I continued waiting for the next song to play. To my luck it's one of my favourite songs.
"Love Is A Bitch" by Two Feet.
So I decided to put my best move up front. I slid down the pole to the floor, on all fours, my back arching so my ass was now in the air -which in turn- giving Mr. Eye Contact a good view of my body considering he was the one throwing the most cash onto the stage. I pressed my breasts onto the stage before putting my arms out in front of me and sliding down until I was laid down on the stage.
