Candace's POV
I walked slowly across the stage, swishing my hips as my eyes drifted along the faces of the men looking up at me.
The look in their eyes was one of desire and need.
But lust was the strongest of them all.
The thought made me sick to my stomach.
It made me feel queasy and nauseous.
I could feel the bile rise in my throat as I saw one man lick his lips and wink at me.
I forced a seductive smile on my lips as I gave him a nod.
He came forward and I went down to my knees.
I slowly crawled my way over to him, the stage lights bouncing off the crystals of my top.
I tilted my head to the side as I looked at the man through half lidded eyes.
To most women, he would actually be pretty handsome.
He's wearing an expensive Armani suit which shows he has taste in clothing and probably makes a good amount of money.
He's clean shaven and his hair is kept at a moderately short length.
I would guess some sort of a business man.
I could read these men from miles away.
They come to strip clubs for female attention and to escape the 'stresses' of everyday life.
They are almost always married with a few kids.
They come here because there is something lacking at home.
It's absolutelydisgusting.
What happened to the days when a man and a woman stayed committed to one another.
When people didn't cheat on one another with whatever happened to be walking by at the moment.
When the words they vowed to uphold were still sacred and cherished.
I miss those days.
The man smirked at me and waved a bill at me.
I looked at it and saw that it was a hundred dollar bill.
So this guy wanted to wave around big bills.
I smirked as I crawled until I could bury my face in his neck.
I skimmed my nose across his neck and breathed in his ear.
He actually smelled really good.
But the stench of arrogance was much stronger than his expensive cologne.
I had to set my feelings aside and bring in the money.
I really need it.
"Mmmm." I moaned in his ear.
I felt him shiver and he put the bill on inside of my g-string.
I tried not to tremble as his hand tried to slip even further down.
I slithered just out of his reach and looked down at him with a smirk.
"Mmmm, thanks baby." I moaned softly.
"How about a private show?" The guy asked in a husky voice.
I tried to keep the grimace off of my face.
As much as I appear to enjoy my job and am a pro at it, I absolutely loathe it.
Having to take my clothes off for people and dance, like I'm a no good skank, is not the dream job I had wanted for myself.
I used to have really big dreams.
I used to think I was gonna make great things happen.
I used to think I could look back on the people who always doubted me and told me I'd never amount to anything.
I'd be able to tell them, 'Yeah, I did it. Now what do you have to say?'
But I can't.
Cause what have I done to show for it?
A great big nothing.
I guess everyone has a place.
And this seems to be mine.
"After my number is up, I'll meet you in the back room. Number 3." I said softly.
The guy nodded and stuck another bill in my panties and I crawled away from him.
My eyes skimmed around the room to all the men looking up at me with lust filled eyes.
I closed my eyes briefly and my eyes went to the door way.
There he was.
I tried to keep the smile off of my face.
I couldn't show any sorts of emotions.
I have to be the seductress and captivator.
Not the one that is head over heels for a man that only sees me as a late night treat.
I tried not to let the grief envelope me, I had a job to do.
But as I looked up at him, I saw that he was already staring up at me.
A sly smirk made it's way across his gorgeous face.
I smirked as well, watching him walk closer and closer to me.
'Johnny.' I mouthed, with a smile.
