|Anastasia|
I grinded my body up and down the pole to the beat of the music booming through the building. There were multiple guys tossing money up to the stage. It was a full house tonight so I'm going to make good money tonight. I looked out into the crowd as I slid down the pole, opening my legs towards the crowd, making everyone go crazy. A younger brown eyed man walked towards the stage with a sly grin on his face.
"How much for a dance?"
I crouched down to him, nonchalantly pushing my breasts towards his face. "Twenty."
"C'mon, doll." He held his hand out for me to take so he can help me get down.
I obliged and placed my hand in his and stepped down from the stage. We walked over to one of the couches. He sat and I stood in front of him, waiting for him to pay up. He pulled a hundred out of his wallet and put it in the waistband of my bottoms; which leave practically nothing to imagination. I looked at him wide eyed. No one in this area has that kind of money. What north side person would bother coming down here?
"Keep the change, darling." The same sly grin still has not left his face.
I nodded and crawled on top of him, straddling him. I draped my arms over his shoulders, playing with the long strands of his curly hair with my fingers. I pressed my body against his and grinded against him to the beat of the music. His hands reached up to touch my breasts. I grabbed them and looked at him.
"No touching."
His eyes grew pleading as an attempt to persuade me. "You can't give a high tipper a bit of leniency? I must say you are quite irresistible."
I let out a sigh. "Not here." I got off him.
A large, rather gorgeous smile spread across his face. "Then where?"
I didn't say anything, I just walked away, half way hoping he follows but also hoping he doesn't.
He does.
I walked to the private rooms set up for this kind of business. I hated them. They smell bad.
I let him walk into the room before I shut the door. I turned the nozzle on the wall, turning up the music. I slowly walked towards him and sat on his lap facing away from him. I leaned my body against his, moving my hips in circles. His finger tips found their way to my thighs and grazed up slowly. I bent forward, arching my back, allowing me to move my hips more. I stood back up and walked around behind him and bent down to his neck with my hands draped over his shoulder. I let out small hot breaths and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. His hand grabbed mine and pulled me around the chair to face him. I sat in his lap again, this time facing him. He tossed my hands over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked like he wanted to say something.
"What?" I asked.
"What time do you get off?"
"I don't fuck."
He let out a loud laugh. Uh.
"I'm not asking for a fuck." I looked at him confused. "I'm asking for a date."
It was my turn to let out a loud laugh. He looked at me with a silly smile plastered on his face.
"You're serious." He nodded. "I'm sorry, no."
His smile fell. "Why not?"
"I think our time's up." I got up and began to walk out.
"Think about it, at least."
I turned to him with my hand resting on the door handle. "I don't even know your name."
"Ethan."
I nodded. "Sure, Ethan. I'll think about it."
***
It's 3 am and I hadn't given a single thought about the floppy haired dude. Well, that was until I saw him sitting outside of the club. I ran my hand through my hair, letting out a loud sigh.
"Still thinking about it." I walked past him.
He quickly stood up and followed me. "You must be starving."
I turned to him, making him stop in his tracks. "It's 3 in the morning, I have to get up in 3 hours and I'm tired as shit. So, please. Let me go home." I hate being rude but fuck.
He looked genuinely disappointed and I instantly felt guilty. "Okay, fine." I let out a sigh of relief, thankful he's not begging more. "Let me at least give you my number, just in case you change your mind."
"No, I'm seri-" He cut me off
"If you text me, you text me. You don't, you don't. I'm not asking for your number. It's simply for your convenience."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Fine." I handed him my phone and let him insert his number into it. When he returned my phone I shoved it into my back pocket.
"See you around." The familiar silly smile was plastered on his face once again as he walked off probably to his Mercedes or some expensive car that definitely does not belong in this area.
I pulled out my phone and looked at his contact. "Ethan." I whispered to myself. I shook my head and shoved back into my pocket. The last boyfriend I had was shitty. Since him, I've had no interest in having another boyfriend. Not for a long time.
I entered the house and tossed my bag on the same rickety dinner table. I looked in the living room in hopes that my mother decided to show up. Yet again, my hopes were quickly diminished. I let out a sigh and walked to Austin's room to check on him.
I slowly opened the door and the entire room was dark. His body laid on the bed, peacefully asleep. I pushed his long hair out of his face and ran my hand down his shoulder. I lightly squeezed his arm and made my way out of his room. I looked at the clock. It's already four am. There's no point on even going to sleep, now. I made my way downstairs but I noticed that the kitchen light was on. I heard a loud crash. I grabbed the hidden bat we have for this kind of shit and slowly made my way towards the kitchen. I pressed my back against the wall, preparing for the worst to happen as soon as I reveal myself. I took in a deep breath and swiftly turned around the corner.
Before I began to swing, I easily recognized her face.
"Mom, what the fuck?"
