Stripped Bare.

Chapter 7

"What the hell happened?" Cooper growled, his eyes darting to my arms. I followed his line of sight and noticed finger shaped bruises already coming up.

"Perks of the job." I laugh sarcastically. "I need a drink please."

"Don't brush this off, what the hell?" He asked, leaning over and gently tracing the bruises.

"Drunk client tried to get more than he paid for, I took care of him and Max dragged him out." I shrugged.

"You don't deserve that shit Payton." He grimaced, he grabbed out a glass and poured me a drink. Usually I have a shot so I can hurry back to work but I think I deserve 5 minutes out.

"Yeah but the moneys worth the crap I get, plus jokes on him he made so many requests and paid quite a bit for that dance and he only got like 5 minutes." I laugh trying to lighten the situation.

"God I wish I was there, I would have beaten the crap out of him."

"And that's why your jobs behind the bar and not security." I laugh. "Plus he got a nice whack to the nose and groin."

"At least you know how to look after yourself I guess." He smirked.

"In this industry you have to know." I say sipping my drink.

"Well you are brave, i'll give you that."

"Thanks." I chuckle.

Bing.

God can't I have five minutes. I open the message Mr Jameson has requested an hour dance. His photo is above the notification and I have to admit I don't think I have ever seen someone quite this attractive. He has dark, short, wavy hair, smouldering blue eyes, stubble that makes his face look more defined and a jaw that could cut through ice. I feel my heart stop briefly, my cheeks blaze and I have to swallow the lump in my throat.

I skull my drink, liquid luck. I blow Cooper a kiss and take off to my change room. Mr Jameson hadn't chosen any preferences so I slid into one of my all time favourite sets that lifted and held me in all the right places, accentuating my curves. I touch up my makeup and try to brush a little foundation over the bruises on my arm. I pull my hair out of the pony tail and brush its out a little, letting it flow freely down my back. I put over the lingerie a short dress with a zip all the way down the front on.

I notice I'm shaking a little, and I can't work out why. I've danced a thousand times for extremely good looking men, this shouldn't be any different. I shook my hands and counted to ten, trying to pull my nerves in and then walk the familiar walk back to the room.

"You sure you're okay to keep working? It's totally understandable if you want to go home." Max asked, his voice soft and full of concern.

"I'm fine, I promise Max."

"You look nervous as hell Payton." He said looking cynically at me. If only he knew why I felt nervous. "Promise me you will at least write a report with me at the end of the night so that guy is banned for life."

"Okay I promise Max, now I have to go." I say gesturing to the small change room. He smiles and nods.

"I'm here if you need me."

"Thank you Max."

I walk into the room, take a breath and stretch my arms. This is no different Payton, you will be fine. Breathe. I put music on, on the iPad and select that the dance is starting. The alcohol must be starting to kick in because I get a sudden boost of confidence, strolling into the room with the sexiest walk I have ever done.

He is even better in person, and it almost causes me to falter. Somehow I manage to keep going without skipping a beat, heading to the pole for a few sexy moves. I catch Mr Jameson out of the corner of my eye and his eyes are on the roof, not even looking at me. What the hell. I should be use to this by now, I am usually and I don't think I have ever felt this annoyed. But why book an hour dance and not even have the decency to watch at least the first 2 minutes. Or you know send a nice smile.

I come down off the pole, deciding to try a little hard for his attention. I raise my foot onto the lounge beside him, bending slowly down to my ankle and then even slower start to slide my fingers up the inside of my leg, all the way to the top of my thigh.

Not even a small nod my way.

I slowly unzip my dress, my fingers then trailing from my thigh, over my stomach and to my chest. Lingering over the edges of my bra.

Not even a look my way. You're kidding right?

I slide the dress off my arms and it hits the floor as I straddle him, dancing and grinding against him. His eyes flicker up to me and then back to some spot behind me. I don't know why this bothers me so much, hell I dance while men have business meetings and yet this one guy is getting on my nerves. Perhaps its because of the previous dance and my patience is just wearing so thin but I climb off him.

"Is there an issue Mr Jameson? Would you like to change dancers?" I ask, annoyance lacing my voice. I knew I shouldn't have had that last drink but it's too late now. 

Sorry this is short, I was trying to make this scene one chapter but it was becoming a little too long. Plus who doesn't love a little suspense? ;)

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