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One Week Later.
"Mmm, right there... Damn you're fine." I ignored the ridiculous words coming out of the mouth of the man's lap that I was currently sat on.
I continued to move my hands up and around my body, gripping at my boobs, hair and thighs as I was, yep you probably didn't guess it...
I was giving a stranger a lap dance!
No this isn't my first time giving someone a lap dance (unfortunately Brad hadn't been one of them) but it was the first time I was doing this in Las Vegas in a strip club.
I'd been on many missions before pretending to be a stripper, but none of them actually really required me to 'perform'. But here I was today in a private room, dressed in a white lacy body suit that showed way too much of my body. I was also wearing some tall ass heels, and a long black curly haired wig with some gorgeous glam make-up on.
No I wasn't here for fun, nor was I actually having any fun.
I had been giving lap dances to nasty old men, a few younger men who (like the one I was currently giving a dance too) had no manners and was way too touchy.
This one had already grabbed my ass and tried to grab my boobs within the past five minutes although there was a clear no touching rule. If this is how it was for me, I could only imagine how the other girls who were actually working here, were being treated.
We were in a private room that contained a plush red half circle couch, a very clean glass coffee table that could easily be moved and red curtains also lined the walls in the room or they could be tied up so the mirrors on the walls could be seen.
Men pay good money for these rooms and private dances. And unfortunately I'd already had not so pleasant experiences with a few of them in here already.
Our target wasn't here yet though which was making today drag on. Ralph was located in the room next door talking to someone about another business deal for something I clearly don't care about.
This man never fucking stops.
All I knew was I had like three hundred dollars shoved into my outfit near my hips so nothing fell out and boy did it feel good! Well not physically, but mentally it did.
I haven't had money of my own in months, and although I got this rather illegally... I still like it.
I haven't even done something as simple as brought a packet of chips for myself over the past few months. I've literally been powerless this whole time. And although I'm sure this money was going to be taken from me when we leave here... I like the idea of having it.
When I say all of this was rather illegal, I mean me sneaking into here and pretending to be a new lady who works here. Thankfully no one questioned me, actually having three of the ladies who work here help me put on make-up and giving me a wig as they gave me some tips and tricks for the job, most I already knew.
