Temptation

Chapter 9 •

"Thank you Sam," I say to the employee at the dry cleaners.

"Welcome girl," Sam replied. He was also sort of a friend. A gay one. He didn't say he was gay. I always knew because of the way he talks and how I always catch him making out with another man.

I check my watch for the 100th time.

6:45.

Fuck, I'm gonna be late.

I start running to the club. Once I make it, I head to the back door.

"Am I late?" I was panting since I ran all the way here.

"No just in time. Hurry up!" Jen mentioned. I looked at her annoyed. Like she doesn't know what I just went through.

I saw what she wore. A black, tight, shiny body suit with lace. Same thing I have and all the other strippers.

"Where's the other girls?" I looked around the changing room.

"They're already out there being sluts," Jen said while she took a smoke. I started to take off my shirt, jeans, and my bra. Quickly, I put on the black shiny bodysuit and my tall black heels. I looked in the mirror near the door inside the club and stop for a moment.

"Happy Birthday to me."

I walk out the door into the club. I look around. The lights. The other strippers. The men. So many men.

"Hey why don't you get me a drink?" A guy with a blue shirt with his chest showing got my attention. I saw him look up and down at me as if I were a meal. I tried to sound sexual, since that was my job.

"You sure it's the drink you only want?" I looked at him mischievously with a sexy grin. His eyes stared at me as if he was on board with what I was saying.

"Why don't we go somewhere private? Just you and me," he suggested. I smiled at him, took his hand and guided him to one of our special lounges.

I spun and turned and looked at him. My curly hair bouncing. I may say I sorta enjoyed this job. Meeting men who were filthy and ungrateful. Men who were nasty and stupid. Men who were married, too. But, this was my life. I had no choice.

"I hope I don't go too hard on you," the guy mentioned as I laid on the small white bed while he stood infront of me.

"Don't worry. It won't be you that will go too hard," I grinned and he went on top of me. He kissed me and I kissed him back. I felt his saliva on my mouth and I hated it. His kissing was too aggressive. I didn't like this at all. But I couldn't do anything or I would get fired. I needed to get more money. I needed to.

"Today is my birthday you know?" I stopped kissing him. His shirt off and my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Oh really?" He looked at me with a sexy grin. He did look good though I might say. Brown eyes, abs, nicely cut hair. He was the full package. But I wasn't into him at all. I'm never going to like any of the men who go here.

"Yeah. So why don't you give me a present?" I slowly moved my hands in the back of his head and around his neck. I could tell he enjoyed this. He started to kiss me again. More aggressive. I could feel his tongue now. And I started using my tongue. We moved all over the bed. Nearly breaking it. He tried to take off my bodysuit but I smacked his hands away and I continued making out with him. Now me being aggressive.

He started kissing my neck. And I instantly stopped. I started to remember..

"20 minutes are up," I mention as I get out of the bed. My hair a mess and his hair too. His shirt was off and I could see his whole chest (which I licked just to get an extra $20).

"Damn. You're good," the man said as he was trying to catch his breathe. He started reaching for his pocket to get his wallet. He pulled out a $50 bill.

"Thank you very much," I say as I was about to grab the dollar. I missed. He pulled the bill away. I got mad.

"I will give you this $50 bill, if you give me your phone number," the guy said.

"Excuse me? I don't give random guys my number. I never have and never will. So will you please give me my money? I earned it," I reminded as I fixed my bodysuit strap and hair.

"Well can you break your tradition this once? I mean. You seem like a great woman and I don't mean that just because we had sex," he explained.

I thought this was ridiculous.

"I want to get your number. Maybe call me some time and we can get a coffee or something," he suggested.

I looked away and thought about it for a minute. I didn't want to give him my number, but I was tempted to. He looked pretty serious when he wanted my number.

"Fine. But if you try to pull anything with me, I will call the cops. You got it?" I say as I grabbed his phone from his hand and type my number in his contacts. I take a quick survey of his phone.

No wife. No girlfriend. Ha, what a loser.

"Thanks," he mentions.

"So when will I see you again?" He adds.

"Don't worry. I'll find you," I say.

"Okay ha."

He hands me the $50 bill, and I smile.

Finally, he leaves the club.

I had sex with 4 other men, but I didn't give them my numbers.

One guy seemed too young to be in this club, and he looked like a nerd to me. Another was too old. Literally 60 years old and he couldn't even move during the sex. Another man was just too aggressive and he was the worst kisser I've ever had as a client. The last one was a woman. Or a guy with long hair who happens to be a hippy. Didn't matter, because he or she gave me $70.

The rest of the night I danced on the pole with the other ladies. We did good tonight. Men were wooting and throwing money in the air.

They had a good time.

The men had a good time.