Masked Feelings

Chapter 1 : The Mysterious Vixen

Sweet Delice Club

I stared at the club's sign and rolled my eyes. I still can't believe that I have work here to earn some cash. I held my sports bag closer to me and sighed. I hated that job but I had no choice. I was helpless. Extremely helpless. I needed money right now. And this job could give me a lot of money in a night.

Yes. I am a stripper.

I walked in the club and saw a lot of men. A lot would be an understatement. As this club was really classy and posh, yes, I know. You're probably asking yourself how a strip club could be classy and posh. This one is. Not everyone had the right to enter the Sweet Delice Club. Only men with money could enter and this job really got me a lot of money.

I snuck in the backstage, trying to avoid people as I didn't have my mask on. Normally, the girls were not supposed to dance with masks but I begged the boss to let me wear a mask as I didn't want anyone to recognize me. He accepted without any problems because I was a pretty good element in the club.

"Athena Amington!" Rose scolded as I walked in the dressing room to see her already dressed in her skirt and bra. I gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged.

"I know! I know! I'm late!" I put my hands up in surrender, causing her to huff. I put my sports bag on the table and took a deep breath.

"Come on, get ready" She said as she opened my bag and took out my shorts and a black bra. "You're lucky that you don't have to show your boobs or your ass" she grumbled.

"Yeah, but I have to dance on horny men and trust me that with this short, I can feel each and every boner those men get" I shivered in disgust. All the other strippers were supposed to dance on the stage and obviously, they end up taking off their clothes. However, the boss told me to put on those really small shorts and a bra. I was supposed to dance on the stage as well but during my show, I was supposed to go to men and give them lap dances. I think that's why he told me to keep clothes on. I shuddered when I thought of those hands on me. I always wanted to puke but again, I had securities all around. Men didn't have the right to touch us and I was glad it was this way.

"I hate this job" Rose mumbled.

"Same" I whispered as I started getting out of my clothes and put on my short which showed half of my ass. Then I put on my silvery bra. I stared at myself in the mirror and sighed. I let loose of my long wavy black hair which was just tied into a ponytail.

"Here" Rose said as she pushed my make up kit and my mask in front of me. I did smokey eyes which would make my green eyes pop. I then stared at my mask. It was silvery and had some black designs on it. Yeah, it matched my 'clothes'. I put it on and tied it securely so that it wouldn't fall. I pulled my black sexy stilettos and put them on. I looked like a slut. A sexy slut. But I'm a stripper, right? It's part of this work.

"I don't wanna go out there" I told Rose as she applied her red blood lipstick before handing it to me. I turned my face back to the mirror and put on the lipstick. Once I was done, I returned it to her.

"Think of the money that you'll get" She tried to encourage. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Think positive.

"I'll rock tonight" I tried to squeal positively but the fake smile could be noticed a mile away. Rose laughed at my horrible tentative to cheer up.

"You look sexy. Fucking sexy" I heard a voice say from behind. I turned to see, Jerry. He is the boss and he's pretty cool. His eyes raked my long tanned legs before setting on my face. I gave him a grin, to which he responded.