Temptation & Fate

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My body moved to the beat and tempo of the music that blasted through the speakers. There was a faint echo that could be heard if you listened close enough. I paid no attention to it though, I just focused on moving as smoothly as possible, guys liked it better.

Sweat glistened on my skin as my body twisted around the pole. I flipped upside down and dropped my legs into the splits. This seemed to please the men cheering at the edge of the stage as more money got thrown at the bottom of the pole. As the song came to an end, I twisted back around and dropped to the bottom of the pole again, doing splits as I hit the stage. One last round of singles got thrown at me and I gave the men a fake flirtatious smile as I collected my tips.

I got off the stage and headed towards the locker room and David, my boss stopped me. I turned and waited for him to get to me. He looked nervous as he approached me, meaning he was about to ask me something he knew I would probably say no to.

"Hey, Georgia- look, I'm just gonna get right to the point. Someone asked for you for a private dance-"

"What? Me? You know I don't do private dances-"

"I know and I told the guy that but he insisted and said that you would want to?"

Confusion ran through my mind. Who would be asking for me personally for a private dance? The only person who knows I'm a stripper is Adam but he would never ask for me personally. We are best friends and a private dance would just make things awkward.

"What did he look like?" I ask still trying to think of who would ask for me personally.

David rolled his eyes, "I don't know, Georgia. Tall, brown hair, a few tattoos, maybe a bit overweight? It's dark and you know I'm bad with faces."

His description didn't really help. Nobody I knew fit that description so I'm guessing it's just someone from the crowd who saw me perform tonight. My shift is almost over, only 15 minutes remaining and a private dance is ten minutes. I'd be loosing money unless the guy tipped me a generous amount, which they almost never do. That's why I don't do them.

"Look, I'm not trying to be a dick but if you wanna continue to work here, you're gonna have to do private dances once in awhile. You might not get money for them all the time but when you decline them I loose money and I'm not okay with that. So, please, go do the dance and then you can go home after that."

He didn't even give me a chance to respond before he stormed off. I can't risk loosing my job so it's either do the dance or be fired. I have no other choice but to suck up my pride and do it. All I can do is hope this guy tips me well because the time I'm using to do this dance, I could be making money on the stage.

I huff and rush back to the locker rooms to put my latest tips in my locker before locking it back and rushing to the dance rooms. Not only do I hate loosing money, but I hate being embarrassed and that's how I feel doing private dances. It's not hard to get up in front of hundreds of guys and dance half naked but for just one guy, I find it embarrassing.

I collect myself as I step in front of door two. The door number listen on the sheet for me to go in and do the dance for.  I've only ever done this one other time when I first started working here and it went badly so I never did it again. I can't keep waiting and making the customer wait so I take one final breath to calm my nerves and open the door.

The lights are dimmed to almost off and there are accent lights illuminating the room a reddish color. I look over at the couch and see the guy who asked for me. I can't really see his face because of the lighting but I can see the outline of him. He's muscular and I can see his arms, laid out over the back of the couch. They're covered in tattoos and I can see some tattoos peaking out on his neck. Instantly I have a gut feeling of who that is.

 I slowly start walking over to the couch towards the man. My slow and sexy walk must look ridiculous right now but I really don't care. As I get closer his face get more clear and I recognize the man sitting in front of me. It's Ace, my best friends brother and my longtime childhood crush. A lump forms in my throat and I freeze up.

A million questions pop into my head but I can't seem to move or speak. He doesn't say anything as he stares up at me smirking. God he is so sexy when he does that- shit, no. Not the time or place to be thinking that.

"Well hello there, Georgia," he says breaking the silence between us.

I suck in a breath right as he speaks, realizing I stopped breathing for a few seconds. "Ace," I breath out.

"I really liked those dances you did out there, figured I get myself a private dance," he winked still smirking up at me.

My heart is racing in my chest and I'm overwhelmed with emotions. Embarrassment, anger, shock- I could keep going but something in me snaps. Why am I standing here just staring at Ace when I can give him what he wants. I've wanted to put my hands on him for years now and now is my opportunity. It's perfect because he's only doing this to to try and piss me off. Afterwards, he will go back to only speaking to me when he has to.

A smile spreads across my face and I step forward. I sit down on his lap, facing him with my legs on either side of his lap. I ignore what he said before and start grinding my hips into his. The look on his face grows serious and hungry. His eyes get dark and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Our faces are almost touching and my heart is still racing. His body feels amazing pressed beneath me, I bet it would feel even better with him over me. Literally just last night I had dirty thoughts about this man, like I have every night for years now.

"Why are you here, Ace?" I whisper into his ear trying to sound sexy as well as trying to find out his motives.

His hands grab my hips and squeeze. Normally customers aren't supposed to touch the dancers. We are supposed to end the dance automatically and notify security but I'm not doing that. I want to see how far he will go with this, how much he will touch me.

"I came to see you," he whispered back.

I shove my chest closer to his face almost touching. His breath hits my chest and a shiver runs down my spine. Goosebumps cover my skin and excitement runs through me. My hips grind down harder on his groin and I can feel him hardening beneath me.

"You know you've wanted this for years now, Georgia. Why don't you flip around on my lap so you can see what I can do for you now?"

His question pulls me back down from what felt like heaven and I stare at him for a second. "I'm a stripper, Ace, not some slut. I may be enjoying this but I'm not gonna just let you have your fun with me then leave."

Who am I kidding, I would totally let that happen. I'm honestly hoping that that's what happens. I don't even really care, I'm just trying to sound tough. On the inside, I'm complete mush and my whole body feels like it's on fire from his touch. Ace moves one of his hands to the back of my neck and moves my face so close to his that our lips are almost touching. He's smiling as he looks at me and I can see it in his eyes that he is aroused, I can feel it too.

"How about instead of sitting here telling me what you think I want, we go back home and I show you?"

His lips brush against mine and I feel like I'm about to explode. I want to go back home with him and see how far this goes but if I do then I risk everything. My friendship with Adam, my home, whatever my relationship is with Ace, everything. I know I can't risk it but I want to so bad because I want Ace, even if it's just one time. I've wanted this for far too long to let this just slip away.

"Let me go get my things," I breathe out before I can change my mind.