Don't Judge {Completed}

Part 7

The dance had lasted a while, I already worked the pole through two whole dongs but kept a blank demeanor as I did so wanting to make Harry happy. I was on my third and didn't know if this was the last one but decided to make it the last one with my special dance. When customers got aroused then they had to leave since Lisa was afraid that they would get to handsy which was against the rules here. As the bass number heavy in the small room I shook my hips to the rhythm and started to grind to the beat of the sing nearing him. Turning my back to him, I rubbed my bum against him and started to move my hips. I smiled to myself when I saw he was gripping the arms of the chair he was sitting in hard. I continued to dance none the less, turning to face him I wiggled my barley covered boobs in his face and that's when he lost it. His hands came in contact with the back of my thighs and he pulled me to straddle his lap.

"Harry, there are rules of touching", I giggled seductively as he ran a hand through my hair.

"I paid a lot of money to have you dreary, I don't think they will do anything to me", his hands brushed my throat.

"That's what you think but we have strict rules here", I tried to keep my breathing under control because the way his hands moved on my body made me pant.

"That's what's you're here for isn't it darling", he said menacingly. "I'm not a prostitute Harry, I'm a dancer", I said offended.

"What's the difference babe", he shrugged.

"They work on a corner asshole", I moved to get off his lap but his grip tightened in my throat.

"You little", he tightened his grip on my throat causing me to loose my breathing. I was genuinely scared for my life.

Thankfully security had barged in and escorted him out since he didn't want any bad press. I hadn't had a chance to ask Lisa about him and what he did, I would ask tomorrow. Right now I just wanted to get home to my little guy and cuddle him forever. Man, I hope I never see Harry again.