Shadows of the Night

One

Sabrina

Short, rose gold hair and brown eyes stare back at me from my reflection. My false eye lashes are starting to weigh down my eyelids. I'm so tired and ready to go home. Just a few more hours 'til so.

I reapply my red lipstick before propping my breasts back into the pink corset I'm wearing.

"Did you see the new security guy?" Madison asks as she approaches the mirror beside me.

I shake my head and turn to face her.

Her blue eyes light up. "Oh my, he's gorgeous!" She exclaims.

I smile at her.

"I spoke with him earlier before my performance. His name is Nathan. He's so . . . Serious."

"Well, that's a shame. I really liked Blake." I reply while fixing my wig. "I hope he likes his new job over there."

She huffs. "Forget Blake! Nathan is hot! I made sure to shake my ass a bit more this time, earned me some extra cash from it."

I giggle. "Oh my gosh, you would."

"Sabrina, it's time." My boss, Josh demands from the doorway.

I set down my hair brush and give Madison a friendly grin. "Okay." I breathe and head for the stage.

From behind the curtain, the song, "Streets" by Doja Cat begins to play.

Josh announces into the microphone, "The moment you've all been waiting for, I present to you . . . Saphire."

After I step onto the stage, the crowd breaks into cheers and clapping. Some of the men in the crowd can be heard hollering like wild animals before they grow to a silence to watch.

I step up to the pole and begin slowly moving my body to the rhythm. Cash is already swarming the stage with a few men hollering with pleasure.

I slowly drop my body down to retrieve the cash and delicately slide them into my thigh garter. I give the men in the front row a flirtatious smile and return to the pole.

From here, I spot the new security guard.

Damn, Madison is right. He is definitely attractive.

He appears to be around his late twenties and is built like a machine. He's over six feet tall with muscles from head to toe.

He stands over by the door in a black shirt in jeans with his arms folded. He looks incredibly intimidating.

I continue to dance slowly before climbing onto the pole. Men cheer when I slowly hang upside down and straddle my legs open.

Nathan watches my every move while still observing each man in the crowd.

Nerves tingle my body from his dark eyes gazing at me. I never had this issue with Blake. Blake was a very nice guy, almost too nice to be a security guard. I became very good friends with him and his wife.

But for some reason, I almost feel as if there are butterflies in my stomach from him watching, and I'm not sure why.

One gentleman in the crowd catches my attention with his large smile.

He sits front row with a beer in his hand. His eyes haven't once looked away from me since I started. He watches me like I'm a goddess, as if no one else is here but just him and I.

I give him a wink and a smile before continuing my performance.

He bites his lip as he watches me.

I don't think much of it, as I get quite a few looks from many men like this over time.