Just a number

Chapter 4: Claudine

Once again, it hits me that the club does look different. Although, I can't pinpoint why. Then, something-no someone catches my eye. Thick, curly short chestnut hair sat on the man's head. On closer inspection, I saw he had a strong jawline as if some world-renowned sculptor had taken it upon himself to make it.

 He had short, dark stubble that was barely visible and impossible to see from afar. But what made me stop for a moment were his eyes. They were dark blue-almost navy with tiny flecks of brown that reminded me of melted chocolate. They also had a look of seriousness. He definitely needs a release. It's good that I can give that to him. It looks like he'd even give an extra sum as a tip.

For some reason, he didn't have the same lecherous gaze that almost all of my clientele did. He just looked like...like he just wanted a drink. Huh. That's odd. Although it was clear he was still somewhat attracted to me.

"I'd like your finest, please. Something hard if you may. Only one round though." He said snapping me out of my thoughts and back into reality. He slid a 20 dollar bill towards me and I quickly put it in the register.

"Alright, sir or is there something else you'd like me to call you."

"Ummm, I guess you can call me Nikolas."

"Oh, I see how you're playing. My name is uhh Candace no actually Penny I think that has a nice ring to it." I smirk. This is an unusual kink but I guess I'll play along with this roleplay.

"Ok? Uh, Penny. So can I get my order now? I've already paid."

"Coming right up," I call as I flit to the other side of the counter.

"So, where would you like it? Here, on the couch, or in the...backrooms" I whisper seductively.

"Umm," he clears his throat "here I guess."

"No need to be shy, Nikolas. I won't bite...unless you ask me to." I wink at him.#

"I think you've got the wrong impression...Penny. Can I get what I paid for?"

"Of course, Nikolas," I murmured in his ear with a sultry tone before sitting down on his lap. My eyes bulge, unlike his member. But still damn, scratch that, I don't want to go to one of the "specialised" rooms. Oh, wait. Never mind. It was a slightly delayed reaction but I guess maybe he'll pay for more.

I start moving, slowly at first trying to rub myself against him feeling the occasional brush of his chest against my back. Making sure that I don't move my upper body too much since my rib was still sore from yesterday. Damn. I'm actually enjoying this for once. I look back to see if he feels the same but get caught in the eyes that look straight through mine. It's like he can see straight through me and my past and all the beatings I took. It's like he can really see me. Like the actual me.

I stopped for a moment to observe him in more detail. He looks in shock but I can see a hint of lust buried beneath those midnight blue eyes and he hadn't done anything to stop me before, plus he's the one who paid me to do this.

I was about to continue because I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't. Well...maybe I wanted to continue too when I heard a voice shout

"Claudine! What the hell are you doing to poor Nikolas here? This is completely inappropriate behaviour. My apologies Nikolas, let me get you a shot. On the house. Claudine. A word please?"

"Mr Lonor? What are you doing here? Where's Mrs Ristener?" I said looking between Nikolas (who, it turns out, after all, was his actual name) and Mr Lonor my boss at the bar. Crap. It's Monday, not Tuesday. This isn't the stripper club this is the bar. Which means...Nikolas. Oh god, I just gave a lap dance to a random stranger who came here for a drink. Oh no. I hope Mr Lonor doesn't fire me.

"Of course, sir," I uttered following behind him as he stormed away behind the counter.

"This is UNEXCEPTABLE! What were you thinking giving one of our best customers a lap dance." He shouted as soon as we entered the staff room. His arms started flailing up and down and I flinched blocking my face with my arms preparing for the blow quivering slightly.

"What are you doing, Claudine? I'm not going to hit you. I'm your employer, not some gang member." his anger started to dissipate.

"You-you won't? I'm sorry Mr Lonor, I'll work free for the next few months, anything just don't fire me, please. I was just tired and, and got this job confused with my job at the strip club and, I'm so sorry. Please, plea-."

"Claudine, it's fine you made a mistake just," he let out a sigh "Just don't do it again, I won't let you off so nicely next time. I'll go talk and apologise to Nikolas, why don't you go home, Claudine?"

"O-ok Mr Lonor, thank you."

I started to grab my things quickly but as soon as I left the bar I slowed down. What was I to do for the next few hours, father would notice something was up if I came home early and I don't think he'd believe that Mr Lonor let me off early for no reason.

I took some of this rarely obtained free time and decided maybe I'd go to the park and watch the squirrels or whatever you do at a park. With a smile, I set off although the sky started to darken.