Roxanne {E.D}

Chapter One

You sat in the back of your Uber, looking out the window as your music played through the headphones in your ears. You weren't looking forward to this shift at all, especially since it was St Patrick's Day and you knew that's when all the men get wild, and it's much busier than usual. You were hoping to God that you were scheduled to have the stage tonight and not a private room, because the last thing you needed was to make this headache worse by putting yourself alone in a room full of horny men. At least with the stage you had other girls from the club and your managers to ease your discomfort.
You gave your Uber driver a smile and a thank you before leaving his car and walking toward the club you worked at. Instead of going in the front, you decided to go to the back for a quick smoke before your shift started. There was a small smoking area right outside an emergency exit door that you and a few other girls liked to go to, for either a smoke or to just rethink their life before taking off their clothes in front of a room filled with drunk men. You grabbed your Marlboro 27s and your lucky lighter and lit a cigarette. As you were taking long drags from it, you heard a raspy high screech of a voice next to you.
"You work here?"
You looked over to see this middle aged women, who clearly had one too many lip fillers looking over at you. She had long over- bleached blonde hair and her fake tan was blotchy on her neck. Her barbie pink square acrylics really accented her trailer park trashiness.
"Yes ma'am I do." you stated, "You as well?"
"Yeah I work Monday nights. Tonight I just managed to pick up a shift."
You nodded. Ah yes, Monday nights are the nights truck drivers get in for free. Makes sense.
"So what's your story?" she said, lighting a cigarette of her own.
"I'm sorry?"
"Ya know, every girl that works here has some sob story as to why they managed to strip. What's yours?"
You took a minute to think.
"I don't know. I just like taking off my clothes for money," you said, "Daddy issues too, I guess."
"What's your name, sweet pea?"
"Roxanne."
"I like your name. It's from that song, huh?"
Your eyes lit up.
"Yeah, it is! You like The Police?" you asked.
"Nah, I prefer firemen."
You gave her a pained expression, flicked the ash from your cigarette and decided that your conversation isn't going well for either of you, so you took your last drag and stomped the cigarette out with your heel. You turned away and went inside the door. Fuckin' locals, you thought to yourself.
You noticed how the whole club was decked out in green accessories, and that there were deals for cheap Irish drinks tonight, like Irish Whisky and Irish Cream shots for only a dollar each. You gave a nod to your manager who was behind the bar, and he nodded back to you, and you walked into the back room with the rest of the girls working tonight. You had your own mirror, thank god. You set your purse and phone down and sat down in the chair in front of the mirror and started touching up your makeup and hair. You looked up to see a note that was stuck to your mirror with some tape, which was usual every shift so you knew what you were doing tonight. And just as expected, you were doing shows in the private room. Perfect.
The music started to play so you knew you had to hurry before they call your name to please someone, but maybe you'll get lucky and dance for a group of drunk girls, they're always more fun. You asked a girl you were close with named Lily if she had a cute bra to go with the green thong you were wearing since the bra you packed wasn't as sexy as you thought it would look. She passed you an extra bra she had, it was green with lace and sequins. Your black high heels and green lingerie looked stunning with the smokey black eye look you wore today. You felt confident, but ready as hell to get tonight over with.
You knew you were going to be in the "RedRuM" room, where the entire room is filled with red smoke and red velvet seats and sofas and a red pole, it was your favorite room to do private shows in. The one thing you did like about doing private shows is that you make more money since usually only men with more money to spend choose the private rooms. Another manager, Monica, told you that there was a group of men waiting for you in the room, and she warned you that some of them were drunk and there was about 6 of them, all younger, approximately your age. You rolled your eyes and as you walked by her, you whispered, "wish me luck."
The moment you walked into the room, you heard loud cheers from the boys and you could definitely back up what Monica said, they were definitely drunk. You flashed them a sexy smile and you turned the dial near the door to make the music louder, and another dial to increase the fake fog on the ground. You looked at the boys to gather the information of who you were up against for the next 20 minutes. They were all extremely attractive, but you quickly took note of the one guy on the far right that had his headphones in and was clearly the designated driver to the rest of his drunk friends. They had a platter of Irish Cream shots and Jameson Redhead Cocktails, the club favorite. You danced to the music, first starting out on the pole. You tried to focus on your dance, not paying mind to the very loud and sexual comments that the two drunkest guys in the center of the group were making.
You then crawled on your hands and knees over to the guys, giving them your best sexual smirks and winks, before then getting on your knees and taking off the bra, and flicking it over to the loudest guy in the middle. You then crawled over to the guy on the right who didn't seem to pay much attention to you, and looked him in the eyes as you sat on his lap, running your hands up and down his arms, hoping he would at least grab your waist or something to guide you while you gave him a lap dance. All his friends were cheering for him, and you could see him blushing and starting to get a little more comfortable. You knew he wasn't allowed to touch anywhere besides your legs and waist, but you grinded on his thigh to hopefully get him more in the mood.
After going around to each man and giving them a little tease, you went back to the pole and gave them once last dance for the last song on your playlist. You then went back to the dial to turn down the fog and turn on the brightness of the lights, and you told them that you were glad you could dance for them tonight and to get home safe. They got up and you had to wait for them to leave so you could clean up their drink mess. As they were leaving you heard a low but soft voice say, "What's your name, again?"
You looked behind you to see the man you gave your first lap dance to, the shy guy in the corner. You smiled and said, "Roxanne."
"You were really good. I'm sorry they were being assholes."
"Can't complain, you guys tipped very well." you chuckled.
"Maybe I can get your number?" he mentioned, his friends obviously waiting for him to hurry up so they can leave and enjoy watching whoever was on the stage.
You were definitely tempted, but you knew the rules of the club, which was to never give any personal information out.
"I'd love to, but I can't. I get off at 12, though." you smiled and walked off with the tray of empty glasses and hundred dollar and fifty dollar bills.
The next show you gave was much less entertaining, just two older men who were grabby and smelled like sweat and tobacco. Your legs were tired and you just wanted to go home. You knew you had a Redbull waiting for you in the back, and sadly, that was the highlight of your night.
After this show, you were able to go in the back and pack up. It was 11:49 and you had to clean up your mirror station. You counted the money you made tonight and you were extremely satisfied with the $650 you made total. That could cover a good portion of rent in itself. You grabbed the Redbull that was in the fridge and put it in your purse and told your manager that you were gonna take off.
As you pushed open the heavy exit door, the cool air brushed your skin and it felt nice to feel the night air around you. You decided to take a quick smoke before you headed home, so you rummaged through your purse to find your 27s and a lighter. There was something so satisfying about feeling the nicotine fused smoke fill your lungs after a long shift.
"Hey, Roxanne?" you heard a familiar voice near you.
You looked to the left and saw that boy from the club give you a shy smile as he walked toward you.
"You took the hint." you smiled.
You offered him a cigarette and he declined, trying hard to not give you a look of disgust.
"You didn't seem too happy back in the club," you noted, giving him a confused look, "Most boys are busting nuts when naked girls are dancing for them."
"This really isn't my scene, if I'm honest."
"What was the point in coming then? It's a strip club, naked girls and drunk guys are the whole atmosphere. What did you expect?"
"I dont know," he stammered, "I guess I just wanted to be a good friend."
"Well I'm sorry you had a horrible time."
"I never said that."
"No?" you questioned, taking another drag and blowing out the smoke into the  air.
"I'm not gonna pretend that you weren't hot as fuck. I mean your body is amazing, and you're very pretty. I was hoping maybe I could get to know you." he said, with the same innocent eyes he had back in the club, "If that's weird, I'm sorry."
You were taken by surprise. You couldn't remember the last time a guy at the club referred to you as pretty.
You grabbed your phone in your purse and opened to the contacts page and give him your phone so he could fill out his information. He gave it back to you, and you took a look.
"Your name is Ethan?"
"Yeah, why?"
You paused.
"I like that name."
He smiled. "Do you have a ride home? I don't see any cars in the parking lot."
"Oh, yeah I do. I'm getting an uber soon."
"I can give you a ride home, if you want."
Now, you knew better than this. Rule #1 for strippers: do not go home with a guy from the club. You've seen Criminal Minds, you've seen Law and Order SVU. You knew how this could end. But there was something so genuine about him, so pure and innocent. But isn't that how Ted Bundy entranced his victims? Shit.
"Uh, I don't know." you dropped your cigarette to the ground and stepped on it.
You looked up and your eyes met his, and you immediately changed your mind. You were broke, you knew an uber ride would mean no lunch tomorrow. There was no way this boy who didn't even enjoy his time in a room with a naked woman, would hurt you.
"You know what, sure. I'd like that."
"Alright, where are you going?"
"Your place." you said, in a serious tone.
You could tell by the stuttering of his words that he wasn't expecting that answer, and especially not a chance at getting laid tonight.
"I mean, I wasn't planning on doing anything tonight. If you want to come over,  you can."
Silly boy, you didn't ask. You two started to walk off to his car, and that's when you saw a newer model of a slick black BMW.
"This is your car?" you asked.
"Yeah, you like it?"
"Shit. Fuck yeah I do. You're like 18, how can you afford this?"
You got in his car and fuck, it even smelled expensive.
He shrugged, "I don't know, I make videos and stuff."
You paused and looked over at him while he was pulling out of the parking lot, giving him a smirk.
"You do porn, don't you?"
He laughed as he drove, shaking his head.
"No I fucking wish. Those assholes make hella good money. My brother and I just make videos, we moved out here in LA about three years ago."
"You're close with your brother?"
"Yeah, he's like my best friend. I mean we have to be, we're twins."
Your eyes shot over to him.
"Twins? There's two of you!?"
He laughed again and nodded.
"I'm cooler though." he smirked at you.
You let out a little chuckle, and looked out the window. Immediately your eyes lit up as your heard the beginning of Pursuit of Happiness start to play. You shot your eyes over to him and you both sang, off key and loudly, in unison, "Crush a bit, little bit! Roll it up, take a hit!"
You offered him a sip of your Redbull, and he happily accepted since he couldn't drink almost any drink they served there, you noticed how he tried not to have his lips touch the rim of the can. You couldn't tell if he was a germaphobe or was afraid you had a disease or something.
"Where are your friends?" you asked.
"They took an Uber, I was originally going to take them home but they wanted to stop by another bar to get even more drunk."
You saw him pull up to a trail that led up a cliff and that's when you saw his house. A long, gorgeous house that overlooked a part of the city. He parked his car and put in a code to enter his house. Fancy security too? Damn.
His house smelled new and comfortable. He turned on a light and you got to see how huge his living room was.
"You want anything to drink?" he asked.
"Uh, I mean it's St Patrick's Day, you got any liquor?" you asked excitedly.
"Nah, me and my brother don't really drink."
"My Redbull is fine then, thank you."
He motioned for you to follow him to his room, telling you to be quiet since his brother was sleeping and wasn't feeling well, which is why he didn't tag along with him tonight. When you entered his room, you immediately noticed how the room was lit up in a blue glowing light, coming from his bed. His TV was on as well, some reality show was playing with the volume off. You felt strangely at peace and safe in there, you almost didn't want to fuck him, just lay down in his bed and enjoy a night where you weren't freezing cold in yours, hearing gunshots from somewhere in your apartment complex.
You took off the flannel that you were wearing and put it next to your purse on the nightstand near his bed. You looked over to him and he took off his shirt as well, and you couldn't tell if it was because he wanted to go to sleep or fuck, since his actions weren't grabby or touchy with you. You walked over to him and touched his cheek, then you leaned in and gave him a kiss.
He got the memo and you felt his hands brush your ass, grabbing it with both hands and moaning a little against your lips. You reached down to grab the bulge that was sticking out through his shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them down so you can feel him through his boxers. You kneeled down and pulled his boxers off and his dick immediately came out, he was a lot bigger than you had anticipated. You smirked up at him and then swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, he gave you a look of desperation, wanting you to take it all the way down your throat. Over and over again, you slowly licked from the base to the tip, giving it a little suck each time. That's when you took him deep in your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat.
"Fuck that feels amazing." he said to you, looking down to see your face as you were pleasuring him.
"I wanna fucking taste you," he groaned, "Get on the bed."
You did as you were told and removed your clothes, then laid on his bed, waiting for him to join. His face in between your legs with the blue light reflecting off his eyes was a beautiful sight, and him tracing his tongue over your pussy made it even better. You grabbed his hair and your back arched up as he circled his tongue around your clit, then dragging it down to your entrance. Only 10 seconds in and it was already the best head you've ever gotten. You looked down to see what he was doing to you, and your stomach fluttered each time he drove his tongue inside you, fucking you with it. You grabbed his sheets and tried to control your moans, not wanting to wake up his brother in the room near his.
"Fuck, fuck. Do that again."
And he did, except faster and he put his whole face in there. You could feel his lips sucking on your clit, then his teeth softly nipping at its sensitivity. It was the best feeling you've ever had, and you begged for him to just come up and fuck you.
He pumped his cock before sliding it in slowly, making sure you adjusted well to his size and not wanting to hurt you. It wasn't long before you felt that familiar knot in your stomach as he got faster with his movements, first his tongue and now his cock was too much for you to handle, and you came as he kissed your lips hard, trying to quiet your moans. You looked up to meet his eyes, and you swore you felt like you were home. Your body felt warm against his touch, and it was like he had some sort of power over you to make you feel this way. His breathing got heavier and louder, and he started going harder.
"Where do you wanna cum?" you moaned out.
"All over that pretty face."
He then took himself out and hovered over you, grunting as he finished his orgasm over your face, most of it landing in your mouth, the rest on your cheeks. You two made eye contact as you swallowed it, which made him grin like a little school boy.
"Fuck, that's hot."
"Thanks. You have a towel?" you giggled.
"Oh yeah, of course." he got up and walked over to grab you a tissue.
He put his boxers back on and slid back into bed.
As you were wiping away the excess cum from your face, he asked, "So what's your real name?"
"Why?"
He shrugged, "I mean I figured it would be nice to know."
"I don't really like telling people."
"C'mon, you can tell me."
You sighed.
"Camilla."
"No it's not." he snapped.
"I know."  
He rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him. Telling you goodnight and flicking the switch off so the room was completely black, and all you could hear was the fan from his room and the TV from his brothers room. You felt at ease, almost like you weren't in a complete strangers bed. You didn't know what the hell was going to happen between the two of you, but you didn't want this moment to end, that's for sure.