Fifty Shades Of Styles.

Chap. 2

You know what sucks? When you have to dance for someone completely hot. And then about a week later, the guy will either stalk you until he gets what he wants or you'll never see him again in your life.

So there he is. The guy in the chair is right infront of me now. I'm so scrared. I almost regret taking this job. I almost call my friend to do it instead of me. So he will never see her again or he can stalk her instead of me. But that's too selfish, so I'll just do my job. And do it right, hopefully.

I start dancing for the guy. I get low and high. I do this like three times for him. I get closer to him and spread his legs apart. I get on his lap and take my shirt off and throw it behind me. I back up a little bit to take off my shoes. And once I do and I'm about to take off my booty shorts, he grabs me by my waist, leaning me all the way up to him where my boobs are touching his chest, and he kisses me.

He slides his tongue on my bottom lip,asking for entry. God, I knew this was going to happen. I was going to fll inlove with someone here someday. This is against rules here to grab someone and make out with them. I know right, unbelievable that that's a rule.

I stick my tongue in his mouth and let it wander, then he does the same. I stop myself from going any further. 

"Times up." I say and push my long brown hair out of my face and sigh.

"I'll be asking for you again next time." He says, grabs his jacket,winks, and then gives one of those seducive grins and walks out.

Shit.

I don't want him asking for me again. I'm already inllove with him enough. I grab my clothes that were thrown on the floor and put them on quickly for the next customer.

I run into the dresser room to fix my hair and makeup and also maybe talk to my bestie.

"Hey." I say.

"Hey Mary. How'd it go?"

"Horrible." I look at her like I'm about to cry. And I am.

"Why? What happened? Are you okay?" 

"I think I love him. And it's crazy, I know! I just started dancing for him and taking off my clothes like we're suppose to. Then he grabs me and makes out with me. I don't know if I'm okay or not!"

"Okay, sweety. You go home. I'll take the next one for you."

"Really?" No. I don't want you doing that. You do enough for me."

"Really. It's fine. I love this job. It pays good money and I sometimes get a guy or two every week." She smiles and winks at me.

I rub at my eyes. They're sore and red.

"Okay. Thank you. I'll make sure that I do extra next time."

"Oh, naw. It's okay. Just get some rest and I'll see you in a few days."

"A few days?"

"Yup. After today, we get about two weeks off. We're free."

"Cool. I forgot about that."

"Yup. Now get outta here. I'll tell boss you aren't feelin too well."

"Thanks." I give her a hug and leave.