𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝑩𝒐𝒚

08

CHAPTER EIGHT
🥀 JULIAN HART
PRESENT DAY
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I stood behind the curtain and watched as people in bunny suits danced across the stage in sync and sexiness, I've always seen it from behind the bar but not this close up. "Just watch and learn, when you get out there let the pole control you. The lights soothe you and the music turn you on," remy, the instructor said.

I was dressed in my own bunny suit, if you really want to call it a suit since it was more skin showing then covering. The dance eventually ended and it was my turn, 2 guys and 2 girls came out on stage with me while I walked out.

I wasn't nervous but I was disgusted. I never liked being the center of attention, never was the popular child type. Niggas was more afraid of me than anything else for real. The females lovedddd me but I was gay so, they didn't have a chance with me.

"Start dancing. The fuck is you doin?" One of the dudes whispered to me harshly. I rolled my eyes but began to dance, halfheartedly. The song that played was "Bigger In Texas" by Meghan thee stallion (I don't care if that's not a club song, this song goes hard).

I started whining body mindlessly, in my own world closing out the sound around me except the song. I went low and started moving my ass around, I'm not really a bottom but with this type of song playing, it'll make any nigga start feeling themselves.

I wrapped my thick leg around the pole and started sliding up and down the pole like the stripper I am now. I let my dreads down and swung em side to side like my body. I got my knees and shook my ass until the last beat played.

I was sweating by the time I was done and people were cheering and throwing money, dollars! Not ones, not tens, but twenty's and hundreds. I was nervous and didn't know what to do but pick up the money and walk off stage. One of the girls bumped into me as I walked behind the curtain but I brushed her off.

"They liked you." One of the dudes who spoke to me earlier commented. "I guess," I laughed a little but he rolled his eyes and walked away. Whatever the fuck was wrong with them was not my problem but themselves cause I know I had me some fun and didn't even realize it.

Maybe they should learn a thing or two from me. Now, I was feeling myself as I laughed.

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For the next few weeks, it was actually going good. I made 10k in one week, I still was getting used to the job but it was kind of fun. I made sure I was clear when I told Janice I didn't want to do any private rooms or she could see me out this door and she can figure out getting Dante her damn self.

I haven't seen him in the past few weeks either, not that I care or anything but my fucking body does. I can't even remember the last time I was touched before me and Dante did that. It's not that I don't regret it, fuck, he's sexy as hell and smell like fucking marijuana and vanilla, scar on him, tattooed and the way he speaks is like a spell to my body. But, he's fucking married, a gangster, and kills people.

I don't communicate with people like that or do anything sexual with them but him, it's just...fuck I don't know. I don't ever mind bottoming for him but he's fucking everything that I'm not and go against. I don't even know how I'm going to get close with him for him to tell me his business and admitting to killing people.

Like did Janice ever think about that shit before even asking me to do some shit like this. And what happens if he killed me?? Oh fuck, I'm paranoid now.

I sighed and stepped out of the shower and wiped down, getting ready for the new shift. Alex was coming back in a few days and that made me really happy, she was getting better. "Hey, Julian!" I heard someone call, I looked to see redhead calling me. "Janice wants you, she standing outside the door." He said and walked away.

And here's another thing, the guys been acting weird towards Julian ever since that night. His hours even got cut back because redhead told his little boyfriend on me. I sighed, closed my locker and walked out of the door. "Yeah?" I asked Janice as I walked over to the corner she was at, she looked up from her phone and put it away.

"I know the do's and don'ts you told me about but he asked for you and this is honestly a good chance for you to get close to him." The him she was referring to was obviously Dante. I wasn't ready to face him but I did need to get close to him and not like that night.

"..I don't have a choice, so yeah." I said and she smiled. "Good. VIP room 2," she said and walked away. I went back to change into the bunny outfit and went down the stairs to the VIP rooms section and found room 2.

I knocked and I heard a sign to enter, so I did. "ICE you're good to go," I heard Dante say as he sat down on the sofa. I walked all the way in and the man, ICE, walked out. I just stood there, he called me over with a flick of his finger.

My heart immediately started to beat but I walked over and stood infront of him. He looked me up and down, not saying a word then lit up a blunt. "You want me to ju-''

He put a finger over his mouth which was starting to piss me off, I hated being told to do let alone silence. "I know you want to dance for me sweetheart but just wait." He said and touched my thigh, ushering me to turn around. I turned and I felt my ass heat up, I looked back and he was blowing smoke on my ass and inspecting me like some kind of psycho.

All of a sudden he turned on the music, some jhene aiko Pu$$y Fairy, one of my favorites and smacked my ass lightly. "Now you can dance," he said and I was so nervous I almost farted.

I slowly whined my hips and tied my hair up, I wasn't facing him which made this bearable for me. He touched my hips and made me sit down on his lip and I began to grind on him, putting my hands on his legs for support and shaking my ass and all.

He suddenly grabbed my hair and gripped my throat. "All of a sudden you're a dancer and told me numerous of times you don't want to be one. What changed?" He whispered in my ear, I smelled everything on him. He smelled sooo good. I almost moaned. I put my hand on his wrist.

"Nothing..let me go," I grunted and he did, surprisingly. He smacked my ass harder. "Then keep dancing until your legs give out. You want to lie then I'm gone make you feel pain, don't even sit for a break." He ordered and let my waist go.

I rolled my eyes and began to dance again.