De Luca

Chapter 7 EDITED

Nathalie POV

Thank goodness it's WEDNESDAY! I am off from both jobs until Friday, Yass!

I finished work at the restaurant later than usual, Jessica held a last-minute meeting. She was informing us about a wedding the restaurant was going to cater and the menu switch for the week. We were switching to Caribbean style. She said it might stay on for a month wanting to touch all the cultural cuisines of the Caribbean.

Luckily I had asked Kristy to stop by my apartment -she has a spear- to get me something to wear, being that I wouldn't have time to do it myself.

Unfortunately for me, she chose the most revealing lingerie that I had! Like there was nothing left to the imagination. This is what I get for sending her. I should have called Emily and asked her to drop something off for me.

I wore strappy white hallowed lace lingerie, a floral pattern that at least covered my nipples and vagina.

My name was called, and I stepped on the dance floor. They played Try Me-The Weeknd. My hands slide over my figure, and I made my ass cheeks clap. I dropped down, arching my ass in the air and clapping my ass as I moved back and forth. Well, I hoped it looked like I was making my ass cheeks clap. I made my way to the pole on my hands and knees. I hoisted myself up, twirling around, and moonwalked my way down.

I held myself up, one hand above my head and the next below (human flag), and rolled my waist. I slide down slowly, going into a split. I rolled over, giving the men and women in the club a view that they wanna fuck but can't. Haha, I'm cruel, I know.

They flashed their money, and I crawled my way to the paying customers. A few slapped my ass, others just watch, and a few caressed my ass. They stuck their money in my straps.

Near the ending of the song, I walked to the pole and lifted myself to the ceiling. I positioned myself for deadman's drop. Once I was certain I wasn't going to break my ass doing it, I released and stop near the floor.

More money was tossed on the stage. I bend over, bowing to my supporters, and went to collect my money. Walking off the stage, I high-fived Diamond as she walked onto the stage.

Kristy came up to me all giddy. She even squealed. I shook my head, putting on my robe.

"Your boyfriend is here." She said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Not my boyfriend."

"Sure, whatever you say." she rolled her eyes at me, putting air quotations around sure. She waved her hands dramatically and went about her business. I took up his gift, which I bought for his birthday, but he never came by.

I'm not sure what I am to him or what he is to me to be honest. All I know is that the relationship is weird. I do most of the talking, and he listens.

We meet on a Tuesday night here at the club. I had finished my dance, but I was so tired, so I sneaked off to one of the private rooms to get some sleep. When I got to the room, I hadn't seen him sitting on the couch. Naturally, I went to go lay down on it. The sound of someone clearing their throat is what took me by surprise, and I screamed a bit.

He wore a red neon mask, a voice scrambler, or whatever you call it. He asked me if I shouldn't be working, and I got nervous. All I did at first was nod. I got up to go, but he stopped me and told me I could stay, and he promised not to fire me.

After that, it happened again, and this time, we sat and talk. Reds, the big mafia Red Devil. Came to visit me whenever he could, and I began to like it. I got a chance to relax and get my feet rubbed, sometimes even a back rub.