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Chapter 10: Big Spenders

"Wesley. Are you sure?" I repeated the same question for the tenth time. I was just really nervous about getting on a stage in front of hundreds of big spending perverts. To all of the involuntary strippers out there, I salute and understand your pain. Wesley sighed and rolled her heavily made up eyes. Her style was sexy maid, and damn she looked really good. It almost made me want to cower in a corner and call myself a failure. The black and white lace poofy dress fit her small, but curvy figure and it stopped just below her panties. The neck line was cut low to expose her bright pink bra, and her heels looked killer. The only thing she'd be cleaning up were the bills being tossed at her. As opposed to me, wearing an all white bra with complicated straps that winded around my whole torso, leaving me totally exposed, and it also hooked onto my leotard - like bottom, topped with fishnet leggings and all white 6 inch platform heels. 

"Eve, for the millionth time-"

"It was only ten...." Wesley grunted in frustration and shot me a glare. She was definitely not in the mood, and cutting her off was not the way to go; it just ticked her off more, seeing as though it was her pet peeve. 

"EVELYNE FUCKING BROKER! No one, and I repeat for the millionth time, is going to jump on stage and have their way with you. Now shut the hell up and get on with it. Zee and Fiona are waiting for us." She shoved me into the dimly lit back part of the stage.  I know my question was a little weird, but I had to make sure I was going to be okay, and being around a group of probably drunk perverts was not putting my mind at ease. We walked toward the cream colored couch, only to find that, big shocker, Fiona was hogging the whole thing with her feet dangling off the side. Noticing our presence, she lifted her head up to meet our gaze. 

"Long time, no see. Where were you?" She questions. Wesley walks over and Fiona instinctively moved her feet to give Wesley room to sit. 

"I was convincing Evelyne here that no one was going to sexually assault her on stage." 

Fiona smirked with her eyes piercing through me, sending a volt of electricity through my spine and my mind swirling. She didn't say anything, but her eyes which were dancing with amusement told me how pathetic she thought I was, and dammit I was tired of not being the head of the pack. Evelyne Broker does not let anyone step all over her. Being called pathetic was not something that was even considered being done to me. 

"Fiona, if you would stop staring at me like you want to rip my fucking clothes off and stop being such a bitch, then maybe I'd like you. Slim chances, but still. Stop being such an annoying I'm-queen-of-the-fucking-world royal pain in the ass, and stop fucking staring at me because it gives me the creeps, ass hole." I snapped.

The whole room got quiet, and Fiona's eyes blazed with fury. She looked as if she wanted to attack me, but Wesley put a hand on her taut shoulder. Zee looked at me with horror, as if I made a big mistake. Still, I squared my shoulders and was poised for a fight. 

"Listen you little cunt-" 

"Gentlemen, If I can have your attention!" Ms. Emeralds voice booms into a microphone, and saves me from Fiona's rant, but not from her ice cold death glare. I smirk at her, letting her know I won before tuning back in to Ms. Emeralds.

"Welcome to the fifth annual gathering for the Home Of Mistresses. You know the rules; no fighting, no revealing the location, no touching unless paid for. We have a new addition to the mix, and she will be starting our show tonight. Please welcome... The Night Dancer." If that was supposed to be me, then I guess the name suited me. It sounded like the clever way to call me a stripper, but whatever. I walk to the opening of the curtains and take a deep breath, before heading in. The room was filled with smoke and the smell of cigars hit my nostrils immediately. The stage was bare and the spotlight was casted only on me. A sea of men was before my eyes, all looking amused and pleased. Except for one man in the back, almost glaring at me. I decided not to focus on him and remember what Wesley told me. 

Look for guys with rings on and cigars hanging from their mouth. Those are the guys you aim for. Those are where the big bucks are. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, the music to Tila Tequila's I Love You started to play, and I shut off my mind and begin to sway my hips to the fast pace of the music, and soon I was completely into it. Shimmying and strutting across the stage as if I owned it, catching a few glances at the 'big spenders', a plan formed into my head and before I could cower away from the idea, I leaped off stage and soon I was on the same level as the customers. I spotted a big spender with a cigar hanging from his mouth and a dark red button up on. He was a little on the chubby side, but I'm sure his pockets are to. I slowly strutted over, passing the tables of lust filled men and sat on the mans lap. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and bit my dark red bottom lip. He gave me a small smirk, and tried to touch but I shook my head. 

"Play nice. No touching," I whispered in his ear. "But you can have me later if you want."

I slowly got up and added an extra sway to my hips before climbing the stairs to the stage, blowing a kiss over my shoulder and walking through the curtains.But something caught my eye that sent shivers down my spine. I heard whistles and tons of clapping, but I didn't care. My knees buckled and I collapsed on the floor, humiliated and fearful from what I just saw. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm my shaking breath and numb limbs. 

"Eveyne?" I heard someone call, probably Zayna or Wesley. I wanted to reassure them that I was fine, but I couldn't get my mouth to cooperate, because one thing was on my mind.

He was here.