Randy's Desire

Chapter four

Sharon Pov
My roommate Aries had introduced me to her stripping job at the Basement club during our second year in college when she found me cuddle up crying about my inability to cover my other school expenses.

Even though I was on scholarship it only paid for tuition and my accommodation and feeding was on me. The menial jobs my parents were involved in wasn't enough and was putting so much financial stress on me. So when Aries suggested being a stripper I was a little skeptical but it turns out it was lucrative and safe since I didn't have to sleep with anyone to get paid. Besides nobody knew I was stripper it was a secret I will die with.

"Hey let's run along we are getting late ?" Aries shouted picking up her bag and rushing us out of the door.

When we finally arrived at the club, Danny, our boss was waiting for us in the dressing room with the other girls gathered around.
"Girls, I want you all on your game tonight... more makeup, more sex appeal!' he yelled at us in his usual professional voice, waving his cigarette around. "Tonight is a masquerade night and I want you all wearing these sexy masks to create an air of mystery around you." He continued pointing at a bunch of glittering custom masks, taking a puff out of his cigarette before heading out, not waiting for our reply.

I plonked in front of the mirror and started primping when he left.
'Hey girl..." purred Aries as she twirled in front of me.

''Oh Aries I love your new outfit.
I complimented as the tall redhead showed off her new sequin g-string bikini. She laughed at my comment as she started to poof my hair up.

I stared at my reflection in the dirty mirror, and applied some sticky candy red gloss. I put on red bang long hair wig which was waved down to my lower back. I liked the way it made me look badass, giving me a different personality to my every day innocent good girl looks. Nobody could take a guess it was the same person.

"You ready to go Rough?"Danny  bellowed my stage name, peeking his head through the door when it was time for me to start my performance .

"Ready as I'll ever be..." I muttered. I poked my head out past the curtains and had a quick peek at the crowd. Friday night at Basement, usually meant the tradesmen, students and drunken office guys were part of the crowd. I sighed and tried to psyche myself up for the night.

The DJ introduced me and the regular customers let out a few whistles as I walked slowly out onto the stage. I was wearing a red and black lace ensemble that just covered my breasts and left my stomach bare,
my bottom was half showing and my legs were bare with a black and red lace garter belt around my thigh, my favourite black sparkle stripper shoes were strapped on tightly, my red gliterring mask in place covering the upper part of my face and I started walking around the stage before coming to the center pole. A few of the other dancers were on the other poles and we all started dancing in time to the music. I whipped my long hair around and tried to tune out the desperate, perverted faces that were staring at us eagerly. I sighed as I realised this was going to be a long night.

Around midnight, just as I was having my break in the dressing room, Aries and some of the other girls were chattering excitedly.

"What's up?'' I asked out of curiosity.

"Girl, you need to get your ass out on that stage, the sexiest guy I have ever seen is out there waiting to be seduced!' she exclaimed in her southern drawl.

The girls were in an uproar, changing their costumes to the smallest pieces of material they owned. I rolled my eyes at their excitement and reapplied my gloss before coming back onto the stage. The music had slowed down to one of my favourites, 'Ride' by Ciara ft Ludacris. I danced around the pole slowly, while two of the other dancers were kneeling on the stage in front of some of the customers, they were really working it, touching each other and posing seductively... the men at the front of the stage were whooping and cheering. I continued my dance, glad that I only had two hours to go until I finished. The two girls who were on the stage got up and walked seductively backing up to the pole, their faces down cast. It was then that I noticed him.

They had been trying to entertain the most sexiest guy I had ever seen. Now I knew what the fuss was about out back. His face was so stern and sharp. His jaw line, square and masculine, his nose sharp and defined, cheekbones, chiselled to perfection. His hair was high fade with short curls with three lines on the left side. He left his shirt partly unbottoned revealing a well muscled chest. He was holding a glass of scotch and sucking on an expensive cigar, not like the cheap dirty ones, people usually smoked.

I continued sliding slowly up and down the pole, unable to break my gaze from him. His eyes flickered over to me, and I nearly gasped at the animalistic excitement that glinted dangerously in those wild, honey coloured eyes. He didn't break contact with my stare. I started to get hot and flustered, as he continued to stare me down. His face flickered from dangerous excitement to an unreadable mask, faster than was humanly possible. He leant forward onto the bar and continued to stare at me, his eyes sliding over my body as if he was undressing me.He continued to sip on his scotch and then leant back on his chair, the biggest, most arrogant smirk spreading slowly across his face, as he tilted his head back and puffed out cigar smoke.

There was something oddly familiar about that smirk. I was paralysed, when realization finally dawned on me. I had stopped dancing  and couldn't break my gaze. That was Randy, Ken freaking jerk of a brother. My life was officially over. I screamed in my head.

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