Underneath My Skin

Ch. 7

I hand the bouncer my employee i.d and make my way into Sapphire. I hurry back to the dressing room. I strip down and put on a hot pink lingerie corset and a hot pink thong. I grab some hot pink heels and throw my robe on.

I quickly apply my make up and wait for someone to tell me that I have a customer. About fifteen minute go by until Tony walks in.

"Hey Bri," he smirks.

I nod at him and he smirks wider.

"You've got a customer. Put some clothes on over what you're wearing." He barks.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"Because, you're going home with him."

I gasp. "Da fuck I am!"

The dressing room door opens and two big men walk in. I gulp.

"Bri, these men love to hit women. Would you like to be a woman they hit?"

I swallow the bile rising in my throat. He takes a few steps closer to me, until he's right in my face.

"I never really liked you Briella. The game has changed. This is real life. Your going to do as I fucking say, and make me money. Or I'll kill your pretty little ass."

His hand comes in contact with my cheek hard. I cup my cheek and wince in pain. He backs away quickly towards the guards. Smart man.

"Get the fuck out!" I scream.

Tony leaves the dressing room but the men stay. I throw some clothes on over my corset and walk out if the dressing room. The men lead me to my client.

He looks like he's in his mid twenties. He has dark blonde hair and honey colored eyes. He has broad shoulders and a masculine chest. He grabs my hand without saying a word to me and pulls me outside to his car. He opens my door for me and I get it. He hurries in and drives off.

I think i'm going to be fucking sick. I watch as the two guards get in the car behind us and follow us.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Hot chocolate."

He chuckles. "Your real name."

I scoff. "I'm not obligated to give you my real name."

He shrugs. What is a man as good looking as him doing taking a stripper home? He looks like he could get any girl he wants without trying.

"My name's Matt."

I sigh. "Briella."

He smiles. We ride in silent until we come to a building. He pulls in the parking garage and parks. I look carefully at the Audis around us. They're all Audis. Strange.

He opens my door for me and he walks me to the elevator. He types in a number and up we go.

The doors open and I follow him down the hallway. We finally reach a door and I realize that its the only door on this floor. He unlocks it and I gasp at the magnificence in front of me. His condo has twenty foot ceilings and the far wall is made out of glass, over looking New York City. I don't take much notice into anything else in the room but the glass wall. Its so cool.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me upstairs. I struggle but go anyways. He pulls me into a room, that is his bedroom. The room is huge as well. There's a California king bed, a fifty inch flat screen and a bedside table. That's it. No dressers nothing. His clothes might just be in his closet. It looks like he only uses this room for sleeping.

He opens the drawer of the side table and presses a button. I hear a noise then I see a stripper pole coming down from the ceiling. What the hell?

He sits on the bed and I wait until the pole reaches the ground. Once it does I stand in front of it and turn around. My back facing him. I kick my shoes off. I un button my pants and sexily shake my pants off. I take my shirt off and grab on to the pole. I hear music cut on and its Or Nah by the weeknd. Who knew this man listened to this.

I work up and down on the pool to the rhythm of the music. I incorporate a lot of ass shaking and splits. When I look over at Matt, he is stroking himself with his hand. I gasp.

He smirks. "Come do it for me. " I shake my head. "I'll give you fifty."

I scoff. "You'll give me one hundred."

He nods and I move over to the bed. Am I really about to do this? I guess so. I get on the bed and sit in front of him. I take his length in my hand and start stroking. I've never done this but I guess there's a first for everything.

I lean my head down and spit, making my own lubricant. He groans and flexes his hips. I grip him harder and twist my wrist. He tips his head back and I start stroking faster. I feel so gross and disgusting. He lets out staggered moans and then just like that he comes every where.

I cringe and wipe it up with the sheets. He stands up and puts his boxers on. He pulls the sheets off the bed and orders me to lay down. I do and he does the same, pulling me to his chest.

He falls asleep soon and I just lay starring at the ceiling. I can not believe I just did that. It could've been worse. He could've told me to have sex with him.

I swallow the lump in my throat and get out if his arms carefully. I take his money out of his pants and take a one hundred dollar bill. I hurry out of the condo and call a taxi.

I arrive at my apartment door and stick the key into the lock. But before I can unlock it someone shoves me hard. I look up and see both of the guards.

"Where's Tony's money whore?" One of them yell.

"Who the fuck are you call-"

I'm cut off by the same man grabbing my wrist and slamming me against the wall. He takes me hand and smashes it against the hard wall, making me scream. He covers my mouth. His grip around my wrist tightens and he does it again.

"Where is the money?"

I take my other wrist and reach in my pocket. I take out the one hundred dollar bill and shove it into his chest. He slams my wrist against the wall again and laughs.

He lets go of my wrist and takes his hand off my mouth. Hot tears roll down my cheeks. I can already see a bruise forming on my wrist and my hand. He probably broke it. I hurry into my apartment and lock the door.