Farrah was looking forward to going on the stage today. The crowd was very happening and she was hoping for huge tips. Also, she had seen some really cute looking guys earlier.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Damn! I look hot, she thought to herself, a smirk forming on her lips as she saw her appearance. Her long, dark brown hair flowed down in perfect waves down to her waist. She was wearing a black lace underwear set and a skimpy silver skirt and top over it. Her makeup was done perfectly. Not too much but just enough to make her face stand out.
The announcer calling out her stage name 'glitter' was her cue to enter the stage.
She strutted onto the stage as the beats of 'Despacito' started blasting through the speakers. She smirked at the crowd of cheering people. She loved the attention. She moved her hips seductively to the music, making the crowd go crazy.
Just then, she saw a group of guys entering the club. They were young, in their mid twenties maybe. One of them stood out in particular. He was tall, about 6'2" with blonde hair and a sexy jawline. His bulging biceps didn't hurt the over all God like appearance either.
He looked over at her, her panties soaking at his heated gaze. His eyes burned with desire. He looked her over slowly. Down her body and up again, scorching her with his heated eyes.
She strutted over to him. Danced for only him, her eyes never leaving his. He seemed familiar. Like she knew him. The song was coming to an end. Her top and skirt were discarded by now and her panties were stuffed with dollar bills. She was barely aware of what she was doing, her only concern was the blonde God sitting in the front table.
The song had ended. She was just leaving the stage when she heard a commotion behind her. The hot guy's friends seemed to be arguing over something. She was just about to go about her own business when one of his friends called out to her.
"Do you do lap dances?", he asked. She was about to decline but his next words silenced her.
"it's our friend's birthday and he seems quite taken by your beauty", he continued, pointing at the blonde.
Welllll... That changes things, she thought.
"Yes. Yes I do. The private rooms are at the back. Follow me", she directed. She never actually gave lap dances but for him, she'd make an exception.
He followed her wordlessly, ignoring the hoots and cheers his friends were making.
They reached the private rooms. She had had enough of the silence already. She was curious to hear his voice. "What's your name darling?", she asked. Her voice steady, hiding her nervousness.
"Oliver", he replied in a husky voice. "and what do I call you, love?"
Damn, a hot voice AND a British accent?! This was her lucky day!
"Farrah", she blurted out, without thinking. Shit! She wasn't supposed to tell him that.
His eyes lit up with amusement.
And suddenly, he wasn't the quiet, awkward, shy guy she thought he was. His stance widened, his eyes darkened and he looked at her with so much lust in his eyes that she felt hot under his scorching gaze.
She gulped, suddenly not feeling very sure about this. This was only a lap dance right? Then, why did it feel like she'd made a deal with the devil?!
Calm, deep breaths Farr, she told herself. Omg, it's only a guy. Get it under control girl! She was flushed. Flustered. But like a pro, she made him sit down on a seat and turned around to turn on the music.
Suddenly, she was pulled back against a hard chest, his hand wrapped around her waist. His lips touched her ear and he whispered "A lap dance won't be enough for me, love. I wanna enjoy that sweet little body of yours all night, baby."
