Unreal - Naymien

One - Center Stage

!!TW!! ; The following chapter has mild sexual content (high towards the near end) and may not be suitable for certain readers. If you're sensitive to these topics, please don't read this. Thank you!!

~ Nayani's POV ~

"Now that I think about it, have you actually seen your boss personally?" My best friend, Eva, was next to me as I was getting ready to leave for the stage. "You've worked here for like...what, two years, now?"

It wasn't very much that I was the main center of attention. For whatever reason, my damned boss usually kept me in secluded stages to keep me away in the center. I was a fan-favorite, the main attraction to his club, yet I would always get shoved off of his shoulder. 

"All I know is his name is Damien. Damien Lutz." I rolled my eyes as I made sure my outfit was properly snug. "I've never seen him around anywhere. I suppose he wants to keep being the mysterious guy, which is getting annoying as hell at this point. 

"Hm... well, maybe you'll meet him tonight when you go up on stage?"

I scoff. "I doubt it." I really, REALLY doubt it.

Painfully enough, I've only seen Damien's face on walls, and I've always wondered if he was a real man with how inactive he is with his employees. His assistants give us our paychecks and occasional promotions if necessary; it was never him.

"What kind of poor hope is that?" Eva complained, snapping out of my thoughts.

"The correct hope." I muttered bluntly, checking once more to make sure everything was perfect, and that men and women would fawn over me while dancing on a pole like I was made to do it.

"Alright, well, I wish you luck to this dance of yours." 

"It's been almost a year since I was last the center of attention, I don't need luck." I slyly responded with a small smirk of confidence on my face. "Everyone loves me." 

"Not Damien, apparently." 

I stared for a moment before pointing at my room door, "out." I muttered sarcastically, and Eva only laughed and shook her head.

"Not my fault that I spoke the truth." 

"I'm going on stage, I'll see him, just you wait and see!"

"Ah, yes, because he's seen you the last time you were on the main stage." 

"I have the ability to kick you out of my room," I challenged, but she up and left anyways. I stared at the door for a few seconds to actually process what the hell just happened, but I shortly followed her, as it was my time on the stage.

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Cheers, whistles, catcalls and wads of cash down at my feet; I was indulging it all. As expected, as I was swinging around and around the silver metal pole, everyone was going crazy around me.

"She's gorgeous!"

"I would love to have a private session from her." 

While some of the comments I was hearing were rather disgusting, could I really complain with all this cash down at my feet?

I could count literally hundreds in rubber bands just on the surface of the money; there was so much more, and it was amazing. 

My break neared closer, and I almost let go of the pole when I saw a familiar face out in the crowd. 

Not that I've ever seen the man in person, but the portraits on the wall. 

Fucking Damien.

Damien was watching me, for once in my life, of working two years at this place, he's actually come in person to watch me pole dance. 

It didn't take me much longer before I flung myself off of the pole and down onto the ground feet-first, excusing myself from the crowd and noticed that Damien was watching me the entire time as I was walking. People were dispersing from my direction to give me space; at least my crowd was respectful; but he remained in his spot. He wasn't dispersing at all, and I soon confronted him with a solid look.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" 

"Consider it as an honor," he responded, and his voice trembled down my entire body. I didn't think his voice would be so deep and gruff; I imagined it...well, I don't know what I imagined his voice to be like, but it sure as hell wasn't this. 

I twitched, "excuse me?" 

"You're the first employee I've seen face-to-face, you know." He had a sly tone, and I didn't know whether to be disgusted, cocky, or both. 

"Okay?" I mumbled, looking at him up and down, an observation. 

"So, you're welcome." 

Too bad this man was a stereotypical rich man. Snobby, obnoxious... but abnormally hot. He wore a navy-blue suit top with black, baggy cargo pants with chains on both sides of his thighs. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, but he pulled one of them so he could place it on my cheek and caress it. Should I have moved? Maybe, but his skin was surprisingly soft; how could I?

"I'd rather not thank you." I shot, though I wasn't sure if that was going to shove him away. "I'm leaving work early tonight, so if you could move your hand away from me, that'd be fantastic. I need to go to my room, and you're merely in the way." 

"Couldn't you 'merely' move around me?" He asked, moving his hand away from my cheek. 

"You're a snob." I scoffed, waving my way around him and walked off to my room. Shockingly enough, Eva wasn't in the room; normally she would be after I'm done with my shift in general, and also while my breaks occur. 

I'd barely began to undress before I felt the presence of someone on the other side of my door. I groaned helplessly as I walked up to the door and opened it; awfully greeted by my own boss. 

"Dear, dear..." He began softly, as my body had instantly become hot. The way he said those words to me made me helpless within an instant. Someone so tall, sleek, the right fucking body build...and oh my god, what was I thinking? "You really think you're done with your shift?"

"Yes," I squeaked, my face red hot. He backed me into my room as he entered himself in; what the hell was I supposed to be feeling right now? I should shove him out, yet... he was quite irresistible. I barely knew the fucking man, yet he made me so... not me. The opposite, really.

He had himself go behind me and sit on my bed, and quickly grabbed me by the arm when I wasn't fully paying attention, making me go on his lap. I flinched as it happened; I was fucked.

He knew how hot my body was. Irregularly hot. 

"I've come to meet you for a special reason, Nayani." He lowered his voice once he said my name. One of his hands were trailing up and down my waist, the leather to my outfit sticking onto my skin from his warmth. I shuddered from the touch; my entire body was fucking hypersensitive, and I didn't understand why. 

"Why me..." I breathed out, trying to lean away from him, but his hand that he was trailing up and down on my waist had gripped so hard, it forced me to lean into him instead of away from him.

"Darling," he said softly, deeply, "you know why." 

"Do I though?" I asked, my body shuddering again as he pushed his hand against my waist. 

"Take a guess," he nipped my ear slightly before his other hand that was free slid easily under my outfit. The crotch area to it slid slightly to the side, two of his fingers grazing against me. I let out a shuddery moan as he did so.

I would let this man do anything to me right now. I was so desperate...for him.

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Chapter One - Center Stage, End

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