25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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I stand here staring at this tall man in wonder: longnose full cheeks, lips, dark hair, and short faded beard. Broad shoulders are wearing a black T-shirt, dark jeans and boots his muscles making his shirt look tight. "красивыйis" he says before turning and walking away. I frown, having no idea what it means, but I recognize it as Russian.
Translation (Beautiful)
Shivers run down my spine, making me squeeze my thighs together. I have never been turned on by a man at first sight before.
Don't get me wrong I'm not a virgin, but the few times I did have sex, I was completely drunk, not remembering much about it. I never really think about sex as odd as it may seem that I work in a strip club and don't think about it, but most men just turn me off, and for a while, I even wondered if I was gay, but I never tried with a woman more so because I'm a chicken. I'm not experienced in the sex world.
I turn back around for the view in front of me and look down on the street to see the strange man getting into black Land Rover Discovery Sport. Downing the rest of my drank, I head back to the dance floor to lose my self in the night and drown my thoughts.
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Walking the few blocks to work, I can already tell I'm going to regret going out last night. Lucky Laura's off tonight" little witch," I snicker. I hate walking to work alone, Pulling my light long coat around me tighter hiding my black see-through crop top and super short shorts hearing the click, click of my red pumps on side-walk, and a few cars passing by.
" Hey Rick," I wave to my boss walking through to the back, putting my stuff away before I help set up. I tie my half apron around my waist, grabbing my pad, pen, and rag and wiping down tables, chairs, and couches. Men and women start filling in the room, and soon the music turned up.
Talk and drank orders filling the room - time flys by as I take requests and run them back to customers. Men are touching my ass as I go, sticking money in my pockets as I sway my hips walking.
Watching my Coworkers on stage dancing and stripping to the upbeat music, which mainly consists of beats and tunes but not lyrics. Once in a while, one of the dancers will request a song for there dance, but not often. Leaning against the wall, I watch as candy moves around the pole slowly striping.
I love to dance, but I refuse to show my vagina to everyone, not that I judge any of the girls who do. I struck a deal with my boss, Rick, as long as I work hard and earn it I get one of the smaller poles in the corner of the room for an hour every night and don't have to take off my clothing. I love my job, and it pays very well. I get back to work cleaning an empty table and taking more orders and closing out orders until I hear rick holler that I'm up in five minutes.
I quickly go to the changing rooms taking off my bra under my shirt and cleaning up my makeup a bit, then use the restroom to relieve my bladder before making my way to the left corner of the room. Taking the pole in my hands I start slow-moving my body up and down the pole opening my legs as I go once I get into my grove I sped up and lose myself to the music like every night everything falls away, and the only thing that exists is me dancing and the music pulsing through my body. I feel their eyes on me and the hairs on my body standing attention. Ignoring it, too lost in my self to care.
