A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

I walked off the stage after collecting my money. I walked down the steps that lead to the locker room in my six inch heels. Damn, this job took a lot of preparing and practicing. A bitch has to learn how to walk in six inch heels, not pick wedgies out her ass and vagina, and how to spin on a pole without busting her ass. Regardless, I wasn't about to quit. The money was too good plus I didn't even have to pay the club that much.

When I entered the locker room, the different types of fragrances went up my nose. It gave me a headache. Some of the girls were putting on their last coat of gloss or outfit together before going out. Eventually, I found my way to my chair that said Ciara across the top. Once I sat, I put the buckets on my dresser, and began counting my money. After a while, I felt a slight wind brush past me. I looked to my side to see Kayla.

"How much you make?" She asked me as she sat in her chair next to me labeled Taylor.

"So far two grand. What bout you?" I asked.

"Haven't counted yet, but I'm gonna start the minute I get in the crib." She told me popping a piece of gum in her mouth.

"Well I get off in 30 minutes left, so I'll just catch a ride home." I told her.

"Alright."

I walked over to the lockers while she was getting ready to head out. I opened my tiny locker and put my buckets in there. I locked it up tight.

I did a quick hand shake with Kayla before putting my bad bitch face on again. I walked back out to the ground floor of the club to see if anybody was available. Everybody had someone in their lap, so I walked to the bar.

"Hey Jerry." I greeted Jerry, the Key Club Cabaret bartender.

He started blushing nodding his head at me, but still cleaning the cups. I knew he had a huge crush on me because he always blushes when I greet him. Some people think it's werid since he's in his mid 40's, but he does me no harm. He's a cool guy always giving the girls free drinks, but he's so quite. Now that I think about, I don't think he has a crush on me. He just blushes when half naked girls approach him.

"What can I get you Ciara?" He asked after he was done cleaning the last cup.

"Give me two shots of Henny."

"C'mon Ciara, you know I can't serve drinks if you're not 21."

"Fine. Just get me a glass of water."

"Now that I can do." He smiled before walking off to get my drink.

It sucks being 18. There's no advantages to this age other than getting into clubs, but what's the point if I can't drink. Though I'll admit working here is like earning a lawyer's salary at times. Jerry came back and put the glass in front of me with a little smile.

They began to play some Future which got my hips swaying. In the middle of the song, I felt a hand slip in between my thighs, and their arm wrap around my waist to pull my hips closer to them.

"And what might your name be?" The guy whipsered in my ear.

I turned around to see who the customer was. The guy looked as young as me, maybe a year older at the oldest. He had brown hair with brown eyes to match. His jawline was sharp as well as all his other features that were placed on his face. He just had a nice face to look at. He was probably the most attractive male I've seen at this club since I've started working here.

I distanced myself from him, but licked my lips to show him I was still interested. I titled my head to the side where the light was shinning on him better. "Ciara."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He winked at me.

I smirked at him. "What can I do for you?" I asked trailing my hands around his chest, and damn he was in shape. I didn't feel an ounce of fat.

He snickered and pulled me closer to him. His body was even better, I could feel his abs and muscles. He smelled like weed and spearmint and cologne mixed in with a smell of vodka from his lips. All in all it was a nice scent. "How much is a lap dance?" He asked moving his hands lower.

I pushed his hands up to my waist. "Fifty."

"You're not cheap."

"You wanna lap dance or are we just gonna keep standing here?" I asked in a chill yet annoyed tone. I came here for the money not complaints.

"You better be fucking amazing." He told me matching my tone. He lead us to the booth in the middle back of the club.

I lightly pushed him in the booth. I came face to face with him, and whipsered against his lips, don't worry about the quality. I placed my hand on his inner thigh. I felt him place his hand on mine. I looked up at his eyes which were staring back at me. Worry about having that money, I finished my sentence before turning around and placing myself in his lap.

I slowly rolled my hips against him to the beat of the music from above. His hands went to my waist like a magnet. I began to smirk knowing I was about to make him regret second guessing me. I felt him get harder the slower I went. I turned my body to him as I dry humped him looking deeply into his eyes. He was trying to hold back a moan, but I could tell the little man in his pants was about to lose it. I would usually get up at this time to not feel their nut on my leg, but I wanted to embarrass him for giving me an attitude. I bit my lip rolling my hips on him one last time before someone interrupted us.

"Jessie we gotta go." A guy from behind me said.

"Hold on. She's almost done." He said throwing his head back as I continued to roll my lower half on him.

"Nah man, we gotta go now." The guy repeated again this time a little more stern.

"Ethan, man, she's about-"

"Alex's demands." He said making us both look up at him.

The guy who was interrupting us had black hair going along with his black outfit. He had a bit of a baby face with a sharp jaw line, but his cooling brown eyes at this Jessie guy was telling a different story. My customer clenched his jaw tightly giving him a dark look before he moved me off of him. He was in the middle of the floor when I realized he didn't pay me. I ran up to him and his friend, or whatever he was to him, and put a hand to his chest.

"Move out of my way." He said trying to shove me to the side, but I held onto his shirt.

"I'll move out the way when you give me my money."

He narrowed his eyes on me. "You didn't finish, hun."

"That doesn't matter. I gave you a lap dance now give me my damn money." I said holding out my hand.

"I don't have to give you a damn thing if I wasn't satisfied. Ever heard of customer service, babe?"

I crossed my arms and gave him a look that was over his shit. "If you haven't noticed, sweetie, we're in a strip club not a fuckin restaurant, so pay up before I have to get the bouncer on your ass."

"I-"

"Give her the goddam money, so we can get the hell out of here." The guy said next to him.

He rolled his eyes before pulling out his wallet handing me the cash. He held out the exact amount I told him, no tip or anything, so I snatched the money from his hand and stuffed it in my bra. I held my head up walking away from him until I felt a sting on my ass. I turned back to the guy to see him smirking before winking at me. This dickhead just smacked my ass...without paying me more to touch it. I rolled my eyes walking back in the locker room preparing to go home. Stupid fuck ruined my grinding mood.

What Jessie looks like