Identity Illusion

Chapter 11

Ryan watched the screen.

It was a whole new aspect of his excitement to see Claire panic stricken, to watch her logging on to the "Knocked up Stripper" website (yes Ryan could track her laptop usage as well) and to see her attempting some erotic moves in front of the mirror, which she was actually quite good at.

It might seem strange that Claire went along with this but so convinced was she that her mom required urgent help, that she never thought twice about getting involved, well certainly not after she had emailed her mom again, and Ryan had replied on mom's behalf to assure Claire that her help was a matter of Government importance and personal safety for 'Mom'.

Ryan was there for her first night at the club when Jason, the owner, met her at the door, as he did for all of the new girls. She was early and dressed nothing like a stripper, she wore simple jeans and flat shoes but there was no disguising her beauty.

Ryan took his place at the bar, a little way from the stage and waited. Several of the more experienced girls came on, and they were indeed hot. But all the time he imagined Claire gyrating semi-naked for all to see.

Then the DJ's voice came over the speakers. "We have a new dancer with us tonight, The Blue Serpent would like to welcome Angel to our family," he said wholeheartedly, as if he knew Claire, personally and, fuck, they had given her a stage name!

As she walked to the centre of the bar to take the stage, all of the bartenders turned and watched her. The customers perked up, as they always did, for a new girl. Claire stepped up onto the stage and swallowed hard as she began to move to the song she had picked for her debut dance.

Claire glided across the stage on her long legs. Then she stopped abruptly, and stared out at the faces in the audience. Crap she had frozen! She momentarily chewed on her bottom lip and then, as the music began to get faster she grabbed the pole with both hands, and began to snap her hips from side to side. Her hands slowly slid down the pole until she was squatting, her knees spread wide. Claire, or Angel, arched her back and began to rise again slowly. Gripping the pole tighter, she hoisted herself up and began the slow, sleek climb to the top of the pole ... she had been practicing for sure.

She watched the men, Ryan included, intently, making eye contact with as many of them as possible, while she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra to reveal her breasts, and she did it like it was the most natural thing in the world. She was magnificent.

It was a sea of smiles around the bar as the men stared at Claire in awe and fascination. Her movements were fluent as she worked the pole to the beat of the music. When the song finished, Claire stepped off the stage gracefully and made her rounds at the bar. As she gathered her tips, in line with how she had been instructed, she seemd overcome with excitement. She chatted easily with the customers, something she'd somehow learned how to do since the previous week. If you wanted to make money as a stripper, a lot of money, then being charming and knowing how to make men feel special was a sure way to do that if the size of her tips was anything to go by.

When Claire finished accepting the money, she walked out from behind the bar. Immediately, Ryan approached her and asked for a lap dance. "Of course I'll give you a lap dance. Just give me a minute to freshen up, OK?" Claire stated smoothly. "Sure, baby. I'll wait right over there," Ryan said, gesturing toward the entrance to the lap dance area. There had been not even one slight incling of recognition following his previously disguised appearance as the maintenance man.

Claire rushed into the back, and Ryan knew he had sent her into a panic. She would be expected to lapdance but she would have been terrified at actually giving one. Eventually she returned - fuck she was gorgeous - smiling and full of apologies, looking nervous, as she had every right to, after all this was her first night in a strip club, and given how prim she had been, still was, nerves were to be more than expected. She should be terrified! But she returned to Ryan, determined, it seemed, to maintain her cover for the good of her mom.

She took his hand somewhat cautiously, and, with a bouncer-goon in tow, she pulled Ryan towards a VIP area which was enclosed.

"It will cost $30 a dance or ..." she paused as if trying to remember or too shy to say, "$200 for the whole hour." Ryan smiled. "I will take the hour please ... Angel." He handed her the money making sure their fingers brushed. There was not one element of recognition.

As soon as Claire stood up, she started sensuously writhing. Also, she made eye contact with Ryan - and maintained eye contact the entire time. After a few bars of the record had gone by she pulled her dress off over her head and stood there in nothing but her thong and high heels. Fuck this was Ryan's fantasy on fast forward, 200 bucks or not! More writhing, more eye contact. His hands were gripping the sides of his chair.

After another few bars she slipped off her thong, and writhed some more. His knuckles were going white. However, Ryan was determined to keep eye contact with Clare, with Angel, to show her that he was still aware that she was a person, not merely a collection of exciting body parts. But her body was so damned good, very curvy and with superb muscle tone. Ryan could think of nothing but how he wanted her so badly.

More eye contact. Then she did something mind blowing. She leaned forward, placed her hands on his chair back to either side of his head and leaned forward as far as she could, all the while gently writhing. Ryan was awestruck, he was breathing on her stiff nipples. Claire then turned around and gave him a view of her peachy ass, and smooth slit, writhing and bending over so that she almost sat in his lap. He was gripping the chair so hard his fingers hurt.

As the record came up to the end, she sat back on her own chair and opened her legs and displayed her sweet, hairless pussy. Fuck she is a natural! Ryan stared at the scene before him before looking back into her eyes. She was still watching him - and she was smiling! And it was a real smile, the kind that involves the eyes.

The record finished. She stood up and said, "Would you like another dance?"

Ryan nodded "Sure Angel, after all I paid for the whole hour." Ryan smiled but he was already thinking about how he could make this life turn sour for her so that he could save her and make her grateful...

Claire smiled, and without bothering to put her clothes back on she continued in the same vein. As she did so, Ryan was experiencing one of the most erotic moments of his life with this young girl.

After the second dance she asked Ryan if he was enjoying himself, to which he responded politely but very enthusiastically that he had, very much. She slipped her panties back on and sat down beside him. Claire made no hint that she wanted him to buy her a drink, but continued to sip at her own as Ryan started to chat to her.

He could hardly believe what was happening. Here he was and here she was. His obsession, only days before she was a conscientious, diligent daughter, readying herself for college, and now she was here stripping in a club in front of strangers ... and all because she thought she was supporting her mother, her dead Mom.

I sighed, marvelling at my own brilliance to manipulate a situation. I looked at the girl before me, Claire Jenson, Stephanie Jenson's daughter, and she was topless sitting with me sipping a glass of champagne. I wanted her, I wanted her so much. But first she needed to want me!

"Why do you strip?" I asked her mischievously. Claire looked at me, raised an eyebrow and then took another sip of champagne. For a moment I thought she was suspicious of my question, then she said, "I do it because it helps out my family." The way she said it left no room for further questions. Appearing desperate to change the subject, she asked me if I wanted another dance?

I smiled and replied "that's why I paid you Angel." She laughed, a delightful laugh. Something I had never seen, despite the many times I had watched her through my webcam. Then, another dazzling smile and she danced for me, ending up naked, again. I was speechless. My throat was dry. I looked at her, and she returned the look chewing on her bottom lip.

"You seem like you don't really want to be here Angel?" I remarked. She paused, the silence became her answer.

"Listen how about I visit you regularly. I am not short of money and could pay for you hours at a time." She looked at him suspiciously.

"Why would you do that Mister?" She replied. I loved the way she said Mister.

"Because I like you ..." I said in the most understated way.