No Smoking! - tracob

seven: the white arctic fox

10:20 PM

Two weeks later at the strip club

Showtime! The nightclub is full of people. I have my red sheer top on and the best high heels that I own. My skin is soft and flawless. My new blond hair is down and curlier than ever and my makeup is on point. I'm feeling myself!

"Hey boy you ready to rock?" one of the stripper girls shouts. "Absolutely!"

The music is real loud. The air is hot and steamy already. Our boss gives us a sign to go and perform. Here we go. In real life I can be a little shy and awkward but when I perform I'm on my element. I see the waiting and hungry looks. I'm a dancing piece of meat. Wanna bite?

I dance and tease my soul out. The night is still young and I feel free. I see a tall snow blond haired man in a suit was watching me. I give him a sign to come closer. The man has blue eyes and only one earring. I take a chair for him to sit and start teasing a little. I rip his shirt open and take a handful of his hair. Pull his hair back and sit on his lap. I love the feeling. Feeling of attention.

"You seem blue eyed... huh. Remember to pay a lot handsome" He was drawling. This is my job. I work in this circus. I'm a snake charmer.

I get up and blow him a kiss. This son of a bitch decided to give me only five dollars. I just keep dancing harder. Five fucking dollars. Lets give them a fucking show then. I'm angry and aggressive now.

A mysteriously familiar looking man is walking towards. He is still in the shadows I can't see him. He is holding a glass of whisky. He has a dark expensive looking velvet suit on. Very tall and pretty features.

He lights his cigarette. I have to say something cause you can't smoke here. Goddamn! I'm such a mood killer.

"Sir. no smoking here okay!?" I guess he heard me because he dumps the cigarette into the whisky. Damn someone got style. The he steps to the beam of light. "Sorry about that" he hums.

It is Jacob.

He comes near. He hands me nearly two hundred bucks and whispers "Could you give me a dance?"

"That's what I do here" I tell him. He sits on the chair and spreads his legs even more. He looks so handsome. I should be professional and emotionless doll and shit but how can I be when my crush asks a dance. I step down from the main stage and just look at him for a second. I carefully take his velvet jacket off and "Take the control honey. Be rough." Fuck it was hard to focus. He asked me to be rough so I guess I'll obey.

I tear his white tank top fully. Now I can see his well built chest. I dance circles around him and sit on his lap. I turn around and he wraps his hands around my waist. Every eye is on us right now, I can feel it better than ever. I push him tighter into the chair and lick his chin. It tasted like money, power and Chanel.

"S-so beautiful you know that" he mumbled while I moved around. "Like a white arctic fox" he said and moaned. I stood up cause I can't take it anymore. I'm too teased myself. I turn my back at him and he slapped my bum hard, picked his jacket from the floor and took more money out of his pocket.

How long can I keep running from him?