You're Always You

Chapter Twelve

Lydia Petrov

"Now now, Harold." Lydia leaned forward seductively, intentionally pushing her breasts towards Harold in the back room. However, she pushed his hands down from touching her sides. "You know the rules, no touching~!"

Harold seemed to be struggling with that. His eyes were practically glued to her and his mind was entirely shut off. She could have told Harold that she was an axe murderer and he would've only... well, he would've just gotten harder.

However, as a whole, Lydia wasn't very intimidated by Harold. Harold was just a middle aged man that was getting lonely and desperate. He needed affection, so he paid strippers to give it.

Except, he wasn't allowed to touch the strippers. Only they could touch him.

Even if Harold did get a little handsy and wasn't listening to her, Lydia could easily call for help. There were security guards stationed just outside of the doors. All Lydia had to do was shout for help.

And, if for some bizarre reason she wasn't able to, there were various secret locations around the room where Lydia would press a button and security guards would come in quickly.

For example, a hidden button behind the headrest. For situations like... when a stripper happened to be tied down or even gagged.

It was extremely rare, but merely existed for safety.

Lydia dragged her finger up his chest, letting her finger hit against the buttons on Harold's shirt. She leaned herself forward, her chest grazing him just slightly, while whispering in his ear, "Thanks for the dress~."

Hearing the man whimper was a bit... amusing.

However, her lap dance was done. The timer was up - Lydia saw it on the wall. The woman stood up and held out her hand with a confident smile. "Can I walk you back into the main room, Harold~?"

Harold took Lydia's hand and let the stripper walk him out the door. She brushed her hand up and down his arm seductively, a bit to encourage him to potentially pay for another private lap dance.

She was only giving one free.

Upon making it back into the main room, Lydia dropped Harold back off at the table he had been sitting at and swayed her hips as she walked away. Seeing a bill waving around in the air towards Lydia, however, Lydia didn't hesitate to step over to the man. She placed her hands on either side of the man's armrests, leaning forward.

He happily stuck the bill into Lydia's bra, which caused her to smile. Lydia wiggled her torso a bit before sitting up again, pulling out the bill slowly. Everything with stripping had to be slow or it wasn't sexy.

Rule number one.

"Thank you~," Lydia drawled out with a smile as she folded the bill. As she walked past the man, Lydia leaned down and tucked the bill into the garter that she kept strapped around her thigh. It worked well for holding her money and it kept the normal target zones, her breasts and ass, free of anything blocking the sight.

Some dancers also kept the money that they earned in a small purse that they carried around with them, but Lydia was too concerned over losing it. Having it strapped onto her body, on top of wearing something 'sexy', worked well for Lydia. Therefore, she kept it. She even taught some of the other dancers to do it.

Lydia had been dancing for far too long. It came a bit too naturally to her. There were only a handful of strippers here that had been here longer than Lydia. It was because of the amount of time she had spent here that Lydia found herself as a bit of a... protector over the other girls.