Psychotica

Chapter 7

Aaliyah's POV

It's currently 9pm and I'm in uniform at work, serving customers their drinks. As I walk by, I pass men with rude hands that think their free to touch whoever and whatever they like.

I usually don't complain because if I do, I won't get paid. Simple as that. I get hit with rude comments as I walk by but I try not to pay attention to any of them.

I serve a man his drink. When he spits it out, he says, "Too cold."

"Well, Im sorry, Sir. You specifically ordered an 'ice cold beer.' " "Don't tell me what I said. Just go fix it," he snarls.

Turning around, I roll my eyes at the man that has the nerve to blame me for his own damn order. After I fix his drink, my boss walks up to me. "Your working the pole tonight, Eye candy. Remember the rules. You never say your real name here. You entertain the men, then you get paid."

I don't mind dancing on the pole but I don't like it either. Of course my salary would be way higher if people would know me more at this club, but I like being the low key kind of girl here. I don't have to listen to all the loud whistling and claps while they watch me do flips and tricks.

I don't like the money being thrown at me and shoved in areas that their hands shouldn't be. The theme of the night is ninjas with masks. I know, weird theme.

I peek around the club, feeling as though someone is watching me. I look around and can't seem to find anyone that I would know so I carry on with my night.

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I'm on stage with a mask that covers my nose and my mouth. My outfit is all black and I can tell that the audience approves of it too. I look at my audience seductively with my eyes, swinging my hips to the rhythm of the music and twerking my ass up and down, on the pole. I do a flip that makes them go wild and throw a couple dollars at me. I come down a couple of steps so that I can do my thing in front of them.

A man with a mask on, watches me intensely as I walk up to him. I slowly bend down, whispering in his ear, "How would you like me to show you a good time?" I turn back around, my back facing him. He doesn't say anything but stands up taking my hand into his.

We walk into a private room where no one else can see us as I try to dance my best in these 6 inch heels. I give him a lap dance, swinging my hips on him. I feel his hard on as I rub my ass on him.

I turn around, straddling his lap to whisper in his ear. "I see your having a good time. It sure feels like it. Are you having a good time?" I ask him. "Of course," he pauses, taking out his wallet to shove money in my outfit. What I notice immediately, is the wallet. Its a brown wallet with the letter 'S' on it. Is that some kind of trend?

"In fact, I'm having a great time Eye candy, or...should I say, Aaliyah," he takes off his mask and immediately, I stand up. "What the fuck, Louis!" "What? All I asked for tonight was a good time. Now you just stood up and I don't think I deserve that kind of treatment."

"Yes you do! God, please don't tell anyone," I plead. "I think that should come with a cost," he smirks. "No, Louis. Come on please!" I beg him. "Fine, but you at least have to do something to make some money," he looks down at his jeans. "Your fucking evil," I frown. "Hey, turn that from upside-down," he says getting comfortable. I frown unzipping his pants. He smirks down at me but tells me to pause. "Your not gonna suck my dick with a frown on your face are you?" He chuckles. I roll my eyes and fake a smile attempting to pull down his jeans. "Stop. I'm just kidding. Your secrets safe with me," he smiles.

"Are you sure I can trust you?" I ask. "Considering I almost made you suck my dick but told you to stop, I think I can call myself a nice person."