I Lost Control

1. You Make Me Wanna

SUMMER

The music is pounding out of the speakers behind the stage as the lights flicker all around me. Its impossible to make out the faces of all of the men in the audience because of the lights, but I wouldn't want to if I could. My eyes are hooded and heavy thanks to the buzz from the Jack Daniels I'd consumed before coming on stage. The alcohol makes all of this easier.

A black bra thin enough to see through and a pair of matching panties are all that conceal my body from the lust-filled stares. The heels on my feet are unnaturally tall, but I move in them with ease. I've been doing this a lot longer than I like to admit, therefore the platforms are the least of my worries.

Once the song is done playing, I step down from the stage before making my way through the dark and crowded strip club over to the bar where the woman behind it is dressed almost as scantily as the strippers.

"That was quite a performance." My closest friend and mixologist, Melissa compliments as she pours my third Jack and Coke of the night.

"Why, thank you." I take the drink from her with a cheeky grin and drink over half of it in the first pull. I set the glass down on the wooden bar top and take a look at the crowd now that I'm off the stage and can see faces. It's a full house tonight which should mean some easy money. The next thing I know one of the members of security, Robby, is yelling for me. I turn to face him and scrunch my eyebrows.

"What's up?"

"The man over there in the booth is asking for you." I take a peek over Robby's broad shoulders and try to scout out the man he's talking about. All I see is a hunched over figure dressed in black.

"This should be fun." I tell Melissa with a smirk before finishing off the rest of the whiskey before making my way over to the booth in the corner of the club.

I walk over to him like I'm on a mission and when I'm halfway there he lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are covered by a pair of dark sunglasses and his hair is covered by a backwards hat. A grin appears as soon as he sees me coming towards him and I'm a little surprised to see a set of pretty adorable dimples.

"You asked for me?" My tone is suggestive, something I've perfected, as I step up into the booth with him. He sits back and motions for me to sit on his lap and I do as he asks without question. His hands find my upper thighs, the callouses rough on my skin.

"I'm Matt." His voice is low and calm, as if he does this all the time.

"I'm Brandy." I lie, using the stage name I came up with shortly after I started working here. I wave a hand in the air to signal one of the waitresses to come over. The girl that responds is a bright redhead named Dallas. Of course that's not her real name, but that's what she goes by while she's here.

"Do you drink Jack Daniels?" I ask the stranger and he motions towards the glass in front of him.

"What does it look like I'm drinking?" I smirk and when Dallas comes over I motion towards Matt's glass.

"Two Jack and Cokes, baby." Dallas nods her head and makes her way back over to the bar to make our drinks.

"You have beautiful eyes." Matt speaks up after a few moments of silence and I stand from his lap and position myself between his legs. I lean over so my hands are on the booth on either side of his head and my chest is in his face.

"Did you call me all the way over here to compliment me on the color of my eyes?" I whisper in his ear as I press my chest to his and straddle his lap. Matt leans back in the booth and puts his hands behind his head after removing the shades covering his eyes as a grin spreads across his face. I grind my hips against his and run my hands over my body, making sure to pay close attention to my breasts and his eyes follow every movement.