Mated to the Unknown

Dancer

Music was booming as I danced around the floor, carrying a tray of a customer's recently ordered drinks that belonged to two men in the far back corner.

I did a slow pivot to the music as I walked through the path created by the way the chairs were placed around the room. Men occasionally glanced my way as I passed. We were supposed to try to spark their interest, it was how we made extra money but they all were watching my coworker Shelly on the stage, strutting her stuff. Their jaw dropped at the mere sight of a girl's partially covered derrière shaking it and spinning around a shiny silver pole.

I set the two drinks down on their table set between the two chairs, gently placing my hand on the man's shoulder who was closest to me. I bent forward, "Can I get you two handsome men anything else?"

A hard slap on my butt rocked me forward. It took everything in me to not react how I strongly desired to. But all of us who worked here, we all knew better. It would upset our master. I gazed towards the men standing against the wall, dressed in all-black suits. They were there for our safety in case things took a turn, to make sure we obeyed the rules while working, and to pull us aside for purchased drinks, dances, and any private rooms.

I danced back to a previous customer I had helped to ensure they were still satisfied or if I could get them anything else, except one of the men in all-black suits came my direction. I didn't react so surely it wasn't to discipline me. "Violet, you've been requested for a private room for a special client that will arriving be any minute now. Go tell Jenny who is about to go on stage she is requested too. They asked for our two best dancers."

I nodded my head, "Yes sir."

I redirected myself to the back to grab Jenny. "Jenny, we've been booked for a private room with some supposedly special clients."

Jenny threw her head back. "Another day, another dick to get up."

"Look, we both know we can't make the master upset with disobedience. He's good to us because we are good dancers and we have been requested. I'll go to room one, you can have room two. They'll be waiting for us," I gave Jenny a tough love type of pep talk. Reminding her we did not have much of a choice. No, it was not our fault our families owed debts and used their own daughters as collateral to the state's vampires, but here we were. Making the best of the situation.

I quickly grabbed a spritz of my perfume at my makeup station and did a quick check of my outfit. I wore extremely short black booty shorts and a simple black lace bustier that helped accentuate my curves. The tall black stilted heels also helped lift my butt more than my muscles already did.

I walked with purpose towards the private room one. Another man in black stood near the rooms. "They are waiting and have been supplied with our finest champagne. They paid extra under the table, you must do anything they please."

Great, a pig with money wanted a girl he can have his way with. I took one deep breath before knocking on the door to alert the man who was waiting before entering. As I opened, I lifted one arm up along the door frame, posing to pop out my hip before gently closing the door. I slowly sauntered my way toward the man who was seated on the black leather couch.

The room was dimly lit, but I still had enough light to see my surroundings. He was very good-looking, with blonde hair and brown eyes that were hungry. His gaze was towards my breasts. My hands danced across my body, rubbing against my own skin to tease the stranger who had paid an absurd amount of money to do whatever he pleased. But for now, I would dance and make him desire. It was what I did to help make it more like a game for them.

The man wore a white button down, with the first three buttons undone, a brown belt that held his navy suit pants up and hid the part of him that I wanted to gag just thinking about.