Problem Girl (Editing)

Chapter 4

Bella P.O.V

Later that night at work we had extra work because there was a birthday boy in the house and they asked me and Ángela to attend the party guy at the stage.

I had a sexy red top and really small and tight black shorts. My hair was down wavy and messy but still sexy and my really high heels. Ángela had a pink bra with a matching pink mini skrit.

"Good night, gentleman" I said on the microphone. They all hollard. "I heard by a little bird that we had a birthday boy in the house..."

"OH YEAH!"

"OVER HERE!" guys started yelling.

"Good we found him," i smiled, "Angela go get the birthday boy and get the party started!"

Everyone hollard when we sat the birthday guy in the middle of the stage and we started to dance really sexy around him.

While we danced my eyes made contact with a green pair. He seemed old but like in his 30s maybe. He looked like the father of the Cullen's. I kept doing my work avoiding another eye contact with him.

When I got off I went straight to the dressing room.

"Bella?" Kim entered. "There's a lonely man on table 10, give him company."

"OK..." I went and saw Dr. Cullen. "Fuck."

I got on the table and went to him.

"Hello there," i said in a sexy tone. "How's your night?"

He looked up at me and gave me a shy smile. "Pretty good, What about you?"

"Ohh it's amazing," I say down at the table with open leggs. He pushed back a little.

"Thats great..."

He's here for something i might give him the opposite if it is what i think it is.

"Do you want a lap dance or something? I could give you one in the VIP area."

"Umm, no not tonight," he murmured little nervious.

"Not tonight?" I laughed. "Come on it's upstairs and it's only 250 they give you a bottle of wine and me for an hour."

"How about we just talk."

"Talk?" I laughed even more. "Honey, half of the men you see here don't come here to talk."

"I do." He took out a 100 dolar bill.

"OK." I took the money and put it in my bra. "What do you want to talk about?"

"You."

I leaned back on my elbows and still.with the leggs open.

"What do you want to know?"

"How old are you?"

"How old do I look like?" I asked in a cold tone.

"16."

"You can't be 16 and work at a strip club that i know of."

"Then how old are you?" He asked.

"22."

"You don't look 22."

"Thats what my ID says."

"I could get an ID that says Im 22 but it still doesn't make me 22," he whispers.

"What's your name?" I asked him.