Chapter 14 Angie
Walking to the bar to try out my luck. I swear ever since the last day, I last saw him, my mind haven’t known no peace. “He wants me to work as a stripper?” I’m more than ready.
I was putting on a zipper and a round collar necklace. My v shape clearly in display. With my hair neatly packed in a bun like a high school girl.
When it got near the bar, the bartender had sought for my attention. “Hello, you’re the girl from the last time, right?” He winked at me. He diverts his gaze when he sensed that I caught him staring at my boobs.
“You like those?” I inquired, teasing him as I bring my fingers to the center of them. A coy smile curled up his lips and he shrugged his head in disdain.
“I would have, but I dare not…” A light chuck escaped my mouth. He would have? Then, why not he? Wasn’t he going to say something when he had stopped me in the first place?
“I was the girl from the last time, so what?” My beautiful set of eyes were scanning him through. He would have been a handsome man if only he didn’t have but a broken tooth which look so disgusting to me. He gives a blush at my words and carefully rolled his eyes at me.
“Someone said, you’d be working here as a stripper to clear off your debt. I mean the broken glass from the last time.” My eyes popped out at his words. So, dude never pay for that? Even after having sex with me? At the moment, I feel embarrassed.
“Alright,” I drawled, with a heavy sigh eluding my lips. “Where’s the dance floor?” My palms shoved in question as I demand for an answer with my creased brow. He winked with his head tilted to his right-hand side. I give a faint sweet smile in return, cat walking from him, but stopped when I heard him whistle at me. I nipped my neck towards his direction to see him throw something at me. I hurriedly grabbed it, before walking off.
When I checked on it, it was a pass. I got to the upper floor which outer exterior look exsiquite, classic and superb and with this, I had a beautiful plot in my mind on how the inside will actually look like. Was going to move inside, but some bouncer stopped at my front, I gently trailed the bouncer from his foot down to his muscular build, he really has a huge chest, but I bet I can have him out of my way when it comes to knife battle.
I shoved in his face the pass, and he stepped aside, paving way for me to enter. When I pushed the door opened, I was welcome with a loud popping noise, saw several groups of people at different tables, drinking, jeering, some were gambling.
Carefully, I walked to the stage, with each step from my shoes creating a heavy noise. I was halfway to the stage when the music suddenly stopped to play, and I was surprised on why the music will just stop. If hadn’t been for my confidence, my foot would have missed their grip on the shoes I was putting on with my ass sitting on the floor because right now; my feet were wobbling under my legs, thanks to the buckle tightened around my ankles. Every one of them was staring at me as if I were a goddess with eight heads. I maintained my decorum, bringing the bad seductive girl of me outside.
When I arrived at the stage, the music gets back to life. I ran my eyes through the entire room, searching for him, but there was no sign of him. I suddenly become sad, maybe I should go back home. The only reason I had come to strip was to seduce him, so we could be together. Romantically, I craned my neck to the other side of me to have a proper view of my competitors, they were alluring, beautiful like pageant Queen’s. My spy had initially told me about a particular stripper whose New York best stripper. “In the whole of New York, Cardi is the best when it comes to stripping, beauty and fashion.” I feel challenge at that and would have agreed to eliminate her to ease the work for me when the crew provided suggestions, but I disagree.
“We can have her killed, so you won’t have any serious competitor.” That was a slap on my face, their words sound more of mock than a good suggestion.
“No, never mind. I’ll surely beat her and win his favors.” The pride in my voice was clear, and I know they might be thinking that I’m boasting.
“Boss said, no failure. If you fail to win his favor, we should kill her.” One among the spy which was planted in the bar stated with uneasiness weighing his tone. I smile at him. But that was yesterday and now as I clearly take my gaze off her through my crossed eyes. I lowered myself to the ground, crawling across the stage. The men jeered at that. I did a side pin-up girl, flexing my ass to show off the goodies underneath me. With a long seductive smile that curled up my lips, I bridge my knees against the cold metal pole, sticking out my tongue.
“TSK, TSK,” They all teased at me, waving me over like I’m a dog. I seductively rolled up the pole, wriggling my cunt against it.
A man walked up the stage, he was talking some kind of words in which I do not comprehend. “Now the highest bidder go home with the sexiest and best stripper.” So, they were going to bid us? That suck.
Out of ten strippers present on the stage, 7 were picked. I was still darting my eyes around the room looking for him when I sight him at the far end. He was dressed in a denim jean, putting on a dark shade. The dim light from the chandelier was revolving around him, immediately my eyes fell on him, he takes off the dark shade bringing the glass closer to his mouth as he takes a shot. My heart feels at ease and I just wish he will stand up and claim me but the God knows the best.
An old weird man had stands from his seat and walked towards us with a dark grin formed on his forehead. One thing was sure about this man. Judging from my observation, he will be a filthy rich man who might be ruthless and shameless. He walked up to the stage, he walked on from the other girls down to me, his hands were grabbing, slapping and smooching their breast. I crossed my eyes at Cardi, instead of her to give a frow, she was smiling like a whore.
When he got to my side, he wanted to bring it on when a dark physique build hit hard on him, he staggered and fell on me, I almost sprained my ankle from the actions. I flared up to look at the person who had done that; it was no besides my prey. I was happy that he finally comes to pick me, but nah! I was wrong. He stomped past me walking to the other girls while the man dragged me off.
The old man was dragging me along with him, I turned my neck around to check on his reactions. He was flirting with them. When I whirled around to carry on, I heard him say, “stop!” The tone from his voice was as calm as the sleeping ocean, but commanding in nature. Is he going to come pick me? These questions run through my mind and I felt my sensual spot turned on.