The Stripper- A Camren Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Camila's POV

I was really confused, I had no clue who those pair of eyes belonged to. I feel them analysing me all the time whilst on the stage. I'm probably just becoming paranoid, but it's weird I don't know who this person is.

"Camila, are you okay?" My boss approached me, since the show had just taken a short break. "You rushed off the stage quite...quickly."

"Yeah, I'm fine Tony," I confirmed to the New Yorker. He's always had big dreams of opening a huge strip club in Miami, he told me, and I guess he's making it work since this is a majorly popular club. "Hey Tony, can I ask you something?"

"Anything for my star performer." He squeezed my cheek.

"Who's the girl over there?" I pointed towards the girl with the gleaming emerald eyes.

"Oh her? She is one of my most finest customers!" Tony cheered, "her name's Lauren Jauregui, aged 19. I think she's in her second year of college or something, I'm not sure. But, I do know that she spends a lot of money here. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, it's just I feel like she's watching me a lot."

"Take it as a compliment, my dear! Everyone in this joint would go for her, especially me, however she doesn't play for that team." Tony laughed, smirking at me in the process.

"Okay thanks Tony." I smiled and he patted my shoulder lightly before rushing back to the booth to start the show again.

So if this Lauren girl wants a show...I'll give her one.

"Alright next up folks we have Sandy coming back for an extra special performance!" The voice boomed over the speakers.

That's my cue. I swaggered onto the stage, and made eye contact with Lauren. I pulled out all of my best moves, certain to make her, and everyone else, drool. My outfit perfectly showed off my abs and toned thighs. By the time I was done I had only broke eyes contact with her twice, to do my spins. The audience burst into a roar of cheering and beneath my feet were many dollar bills, I had never felt so alive.

"Woah Sandy that was hot hot hot! Thank you for that!" The voice booked once again, I picked up the dollar bills and went backstage again.

"Holy shit, Camila! That was amazing, you have to teach me some of them moves." Janet awed, "you weren't trying to impress that hottie staring at you in the audience, were you?" She winked.

"Umm no of course not...wait who are you talking about?" I stuttered in embarrassed, whilst Janet chuckled at my attempt of being innocent.

"You know who I'm talking about. The one who's always admiring you, who can blame her though you were so good up there," my cheeks flushed with a dark shade of red. "Anyway, I'm up in the minute I better get ready," I hugged her, the smell of her perfume intoxicating me. "You should go and talk to her." She giggled before running off, out of sight.

I don't know why I get so nervous at the thought of talking to her. I never get nervous talking to girls, or boys for that matter. I've had crushes on both before, but never been in a relationship and I've never identified myself. So I'm just kind of stuck.

"Hey," an unfamiliar voice spoke behind me. I spun around almost instantly to find myself face-to-face with the green-eyed girl, and holy shit she was even more beautiful up close.

"H-hi," I nervously stuttered, feeling extremely embarrassed, however she flashed me a reassuring smile.

"So I was watching you on stage, and you're really good." She spoke, her tone slightly raspy.