The Russian Billionaire (Series)

Chapter One

Chapter One

Lollipop. When you think about it you think of a sweet or a treat, well in a strip club having the name Lollipop it's a very big deal. The Sweet club ranks its girls based on their skill and the amount of money they bring in; a girl can be ranked from a Sour Patch to a Lollipop. But moving up the ranks is hard it takes hard work and focus, people think stripping is just about dancing and swinging on a people trust me it takes a lot more work than that.

I started working at The Sweet Club a few weeks ago when things got hard on me, I was low on cash and needed to get out of a bad situation real fast and stripping was the only way I knew how. Dancing has always come easy for me being Latino I have the shape and natural grace.

"The rules are simple you dance make my guys happy and don't screw up" Jerry the owner had said the night I walked in. "You're a Sour patch you work the ground floor the pole is your friend"

I look around as girls dance and swing on pole while guys throw money at them and make noises, for someone who has never danced in a club before I am taking on big venture, but I need the money and beggars can't be choosers.

Jerry showed me to the changing room where other girls stood getting ready, I stand just taking everything in all the girls are dressed in skimpy clothes with most if not all of them exposed. I walked over to an empty stall putting my bag down.

"Hey, you got a pin?" a girl asks.

I look over at her she is dressed in a pink fishnet stocking with no panties or bra just stars on her nipples and a flower tattoo on her stomach she looks really exposed but she doesn't seem to mind.

"No" I tell her, and she sighs.

"Shit, Yoh any yawl got a pin?" she asks the entire dressing room stopped looking at her.

"Here you go ma" a girl in a full fishnet suit walks up to her handing her a pin. "That should hold, now go knock em dead" she sends her off.

Okay these people really don't wear clothes I stand just staring at the woman she doesn't look like any of the other girls here she looks older more established. She has short brown hair around her neck she has a tanned complexion and a very curvy body that would knock any man dead.

I don't know if it was the fact that I was in a strip club and the whole place oozed of sex and seduction or the fact that she looked that amazing, but I was completely turned on by her.

"Hey new girl?" she snapped her fingers at me making me look at her dark brown eyes glowing. "Got an outfit yet?"

"Not yet" I tell her, and she smiles.

She walks over to a closet taking out a suit I was expecting her to come back with a scandalous outfit like what most of the girls, but the outfit was cool.

"Here, try, this the bust might be a little tight, but it will work"

I take the outfit going into the restroom changing, the outfit that she gave me was a pair of gold spandex sort shirts that stuck to me like glue outlining my butt and thighs. The top was a gold bikini bra that was a size too small for my breast, so it only covered my nipples barely leaving most of my boobs out and my stomach on full display.

After I changed I walked into the dressing room and everyone turned to look at me I look up at the girl that gave me the outfit she had a smoke in her hand. She smiles giving me a nod of approval before taking up a spray.

"Glitter will make your skin pop" she says spraying me with gold glitter to make my skin glow.

After she was finished she handed me some pumps that were the definition of killer, once I was all dress and she thought I was ready she walked me into the club. At first, I found it strange that she was helping me out the way she was she didn't know me I didn't owe her anything, but I was grateful for the help.

My first week on the pole was horrible I hated it, the burns and corns I was getting from swinging all night and the money wasn't as good as I had imagined. I was still struggling to make ends meet I was at the point of giving up until I met him.

It was a regular night doing the same ole dance routine the guys throwing ones on the stage my feet were hurting me from all the walking my section was empty no guys lurking around, so I decided to take my break. I had just removed my heels and sat down when he sat down before me, dark green eyes pinned me to the spot.

Not many guys who come in here actually catches my attention I try not to notice them as they are handsy when you make eye contact and I don't want that I have enough drama as it is but there was just something about him that made me stare.

"You on break or something?" he asks looking at my shoes.

"Or something" I take them up getting ready to put them on, but he stops me.

"Don't" he says putting his drink down.

He reaches into his jacket taking out a ward of cash putting it on the table it looked like at least a grand maybe even more. I look up at him and he had a serious look on his face that sent chills down my spine.

"I'm gonna make you an offer I want you to balance my drink on your stomach while on the pole if you can do that all of this plus this" he takes out another ward of cash. "Is your"

I look down at the two plies of cash then at the glass of scotch that he was drinking a score like that would not only earn me enough money to settle my situation, but it would get me out of this place. I look up at the guy and he was waiting for me to decide, I don't know if I can do it, but I must try.

"Ok, deal" I reach forward taking the glass I stand walking over to the pole.

I look back at the guy and he is staring at me intensely his eyes holding mine I take a deep breath putting the glass between my lips before wrapping my legs around the pole. I climb to the middle of the pole I move the glass from my lips to my right hand before releasing the pole with my left hand.

I cross my leg over my knee setting myself in like a sitting position before sliding the glass down on my stomach just above my navel. Once I was sure the glass was secure I release my hold on the pole leaving my body suspended in the air.

I look over at the guy and he has a smirk on his face a sure sign of approval and my skin tingles, he stands clapping and before long the whole floor was clapping. I smile sitting up without moving the glass then taking it up with my lips drinking it.

I get off the pole moving over to him taking up the cash giving him the glass he take it giving me another ward of cash.

"Your no Sour Patch love, you're a Lollipop" he says darkly.