Resisting Love (#1)

Sexy Strangers

Sexy Strangers

       At the club, I was wiping down the bar after some pinhead passed out and spilled his drink. I was supposed to meet my manager for the first time in half an hour and I was a little nervous. It was obvious that only beautiful women worked here, so what if he took a look at me and decided that I wasn't good enough? The only reason I worked here now was because it was a favor that the manager owed to Caleb. 

       I worked at a strip bar in town and it was told to pay really good money here. So far, it actually seems like it. The women danced exotically on the poles while sorry ass, perverted men watched and paid. 

       I had made a friend here too. Her name was Makayla and she was really pretty. My senses told me that she was human and she was really sweet. She wasn't working tonight though and that made me kind of sad. I was all alone now. 

       A man came up to the bar and he was incredibly good looking. So good looking that I didn't think he was human, even though my vampire senses told me that he was. 

       "Hello sir. I hope you're having a good time. What can I help you with," I asked seductively. Makayla taught me that. She said that the more you turn them on with just your voice or appearance, the more likely you are to get tips. I found that her advice actually came in handy and I was using my charm now. 

        "You must be the new girl," he said in a silky voice. He was quite sexy, this stranger. Even his voice. 

        "Yes. I'm new," I answered. He gave me a charming smile and held out his hand. 

       "I'm Derek, the manager," he said. My eyes widened and I timidly shook his hand. I wasn't as weird about physical contact anymore but I was still hesitant about it. 

        "I'm Victoria. Nice to meet you." He nodded once with his charming smile. 

        "Come on out here so I can get a better look at you," he instructed. Makayla said that this would happen. He has to assess your full appearance. She also said that he was really nice and treated all his employees with respect and she assured me that he wasn't some creepy pervert. I did as he told me and stepped out from behind the bar. 

       My "uniform" was a little slutty, if you ask me, but then again, I suppose that that was kind of mandatory for a strip club. It was a black mini skirt with a white button up blouse and black platform stilettos. 

       "Spin for me," he said. I did as was told and he looked me over appraisingly. "Well, Caleb was right. You are definitely gorgeous and your body is phenomenally proportioned. I don't see why you're not up there on the poles. You'd make a lot more money up there," he said. 

       I gave him a small smile. "Thank you, but I'm really not cut out for that. I can't dance," I say, almost shyly. 

       "Well that's easily fixed. We have mentors in this place that can show you, if you're interested," he said. 

       "Um… can I think it over," I asked. He nodded and said that he'd see me later before winking at me and walking away. Something about that man made me feel strange. Not like, a creepy vibe kind of strange, but type of "take me to bed with you" type of strange. I haven't felt that way with anyone other than Nick these last few months, so it was strange. Maybe I was just sex deprived. That was probably it. 

      I went back behind the bar and began serving the next customers that came up. I thought about Derek's offer and for a moment, I couldn't believe that I was actually considering it. It did make really good money though, and I didn't really want to suck off of Caleb forever. He wouldn't even let me pay rent! It was absolutely ridiculous and aggravating and it made me feel helpless. I didn't like feeling helpless. That was a big no no for me. 

       When my shift was over, I was dead tired. It was four in the morning and I had a long night. When I got home, Caleb was sitting there, waiting for me to get home, like he usually did. It's like this man never sleeps! He could get two hours of rest and use that little energy for the rest of the day. It was insane and I just wish that I could do that too. It was probably better than being tired. 

       "Hey," I said, as I flopped down on the couch beside him. He smiled at me and glanced at me from the corner of his eye then focused his gaze on his video game once more. 

       "Sup? Long night," he asked. I nodded in response. Even though he lived in England, he had an American accent and I learned that he was originally from New York. 

       "Yes. As always. I met my manager tonight and he offered me a promotion," I said vaguely. He suddenly paused his game and turned to look at me with a disbelieving smile on his handsome face. 

       "You're going to be a stripper? Really?" 

       I raised an eyebrow and nodded again, wondering what the big deal was. Was I really that unappealing or something? He laughed with his eyes squinted, peals of melodic laughter coming out between his full lips. 

      "What? Is there a problem," I ask him. He doesn't say anything for a few moments, just keeps laughing. I don't see what is so funny. 

      "Nothing," he answers at last. "It's just that you don't appear to be the stripper type. You seem too… proud, I guess is the word. Like that job is too low for you. Don't get me wrong, you're stunning gorgeous and your body is amazing, but you just don't strike me as that type," he said. 

      I guess he was right. I had always thought being a stripper was shameful, yet here I am, considering taking the job offer. A girl has to do what we have to do though, so I see no problem with it, really. 

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     The next night, at the club, I went in search of Derek. I found him in the back, where Makayla had directed me and knocked on the door lightly. Once the okay was given I opened it and stepped inside. When Derek saw me, he smiled, his perfect teeth white and gleaming. 

       "Victoria. What can I help you with," he asked with the same seductive cheerfulness as the last time we spoke. I smiled back at him as I sat in the chair in front of his desk. 

       "I was just thinking over your offer and I wanted to know what comes with the job. Downsides and rules, mostly," I explained to him. He nodded, never losing the smile on his bright face. 

       "Well, you'll have to dance exotically on the pole, which is expected of course, but they aren't allowed to touch you. We don't do lap dances here because the girls said that it made them feel even more violated than needed, so we ruled that out. Really, Victoria, if you feel uncomfortable, then you don't have to do any of this. You can keep your bartending job. I was just letting you know of all your options," he said sincerely. 

       I nodded and looked down at my hands in my lap. I bit my lip and looked back up at him. 

      "Okay. I think I'll try it. If I don't like it though, can I go back to bartending?" He nodded in answer.

       "Of course. You're more than welcome to do that. We'll start you off tomorrow and I'll get someone to train you. You won't be out there until after about a week, when you've got the moves down," he explained. 

      "Okay. Thank you. That's all, so I'll be going now," I told him. He nodded and I stood up and for some reason, I was hesitant before I opened the door. I wasn't sure why, but as I looked back at him, everything else seemed to fall away as he read the look on my face and walked towards me, caging me in between his hands.