Club 09 (Narry)

Five

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I stood frozen in place for a good 30 seconds, not even noticing that Jason had left. My eyes were still trained on the spot where he previously was before I jumped up at a hand touching my back.

"Keep it together, mate." I slid back into reality as Bradly padded my back once. I nodded my head, still a bit in shock before I completely focused back on the task at hand.

Instead of really looking for someone I wouldn't mind touching my body like I usually do, I just went to the first person I saw sitting on a chair and did my thing. I never enjoyed lap dances much, but it was something we as strippers were supposed to do. If I really wasn't up for it, it wouldn't be such a drama, but I already wasn't on Adam's good side that night and I didn't want to risk another lecture from him.

"Hey, sexy. Come here often?" the guy asked me, his Jack Daniel's in his hand as he smirked at me. I wasn't a fan of unoriginal pick-up lines, but it's not like I could tell the guy that. Instead, I made a show of spreading my legs over his lap and proceeded to straddle him. That itself got his attention and I could literally feel the power I had over him. He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his drink before placing it down on the table next to him. His both hands went to my sides and goosebumps appeared on my body from his extremely cold touch. "Well, aren't you hypersensitive. Tell me, Princess. What's your name?"

A shiver ran down my body at the pet name and I had to remind myself that anything I would do wrong could ruin the chance of me getting paid that night. I mentally shook the comment away and placed both my hands around his neck, biting down on my bottom lip to look just slightly more attractive. "I can't tell you my real name, but everyone here calls me Lucky," I spoke barely above a whisper near his ear.

I mean, the guy had the looks, even I couldn't deny that. He was dressed up in fancy work attire, definitely someone who's in the marketing business. Maybe CEO of his own company. It didn't really matter what his job was, he was handsome and he stank of money.

"Oh, and why is that? Are you such a lucky guy then? You must be, look at how pretty you are. Such a sweet, little thing. Just like a schoolgirl." He traveled both his hands to my bum and squeezed softly, making a yelp escape my lips.

To me the whole 'gender-change of pet names' wasn't very appealing. I was a man and I was proud of it. I didn't need anyone calling me a girl for no reason, but I guess after a few years on the job, you get used to any kind of name-calling. As long as my own future boyfriend doesn't call me anything of that sort, I was fine. I could manage a few weird pet names for one evening.

"You like my name, then?" I asked instead of answering.

The guy smirked and leaned in to capture my lips between his. He kissed me rather roughly, but he didn't full-on snog my face of, which I wasn't mad about. The kiss itself was short lived as I pulled back and smiled my best fake smile I could. He didn't seem to notice how uncomfortable I was, but he did move his hands up to the dip of my back. "I would love to see how lucky you really are, but I don't molest children," he suddenly spoke as he softly pushed me off his lap. He reached behind him in his pocket and took out two £50 bills before handing them to me. "I'd say, buy something good from this, but I don't want anyone to know I provoked a kid to buy alcohol." He winked at me before taking a big gulp of his drink and standing up.

I wasn't sure if I should have been offended or amused, but I seemed to find the first option more relevant. Normally I'm not the one to push any boundaries with these people, but mama didn't raise no quitter. I turned around and grabbed his wrist to stop him from walking away. "Wait, let me at least pay you back for the money," I said, trying to still sound sensual as I spoke.