His Stripper by Darcy Rose, Isabella Starling
Hazel
It’s odd being in the club when it’s completely empty, but somehow, I like it. This place is normally bustling with the staff, but today, it’s quiet. Only Myles and I are here as he shows me how to work the cash register at the front desk.
“That seems easy enough,” I tell him while I run through everything he taught me one more time.
“Yeah, looks like you got it all. So tomorrow will be your first day as our new hostess.”
“I’m excited.”
“Now that we got work out of the way…” His voice turns husky, and his hand finds its way to my hip. “I’m thinking, maybe we can have a little playtime.”
“Playtime?” Excitement sparks in my core as he pulls me close, his hardened bulge rubbing against my lower stomach suggestively.
“Yes, I want you to dance for me on stage. My eyes only.”
My mouth suddenly goes dry. Heat creeps up my chest as I imagine what kind of playtime he’s talking about because I don’t think this will be just dancing.
“Okay,” I tell him before I can change my mind and chicken out. He pulls me with him into the main room. All the lights are on, making this place look like a lounge or bar more than a strip club.
Myles takes one of the chairs closest to the main stage.
“There is no music,” I point out, unsure if I can dance without it.
He pulls out his phone and starts typing something on the screen. A moment later, “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande starts playing from his phone. It’s not very loud, but it’s enough for me to hear it on the stage.
“Should I go put one of the outfits on?”
“No, just strip.” He leans back in the chair and runs his heated gaze over my body. “I want you to strip completely. I want to see your juicy cunt when you dance for me.”
God, we’re both still fully dressed, and I haven’t even started dancing, but I’m already turned on by his dirty talk. Spinning around, I walk onto the stage, making sure I let my hips sway suggestively.
I start dancing around the pole, moving my body in the most sexual way I can think of, and apparently, I’m doing a good job because Myles groans and appreciates it. I can see him unbuckle his belt, and it reminds me to take my own clothes off.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it up and over my head, then drop it on the floor carelessly. I have to take my shoes off before I can get to my leggings, and unfortunately, nothing is sexy about slipping off a pair of sneakers, but Myles doesn’t seem to care. He looks at me with hooded eyes while unzipping his pants.
When I’m free of my shoes, I quickly get rid of my socks. With only my underwear left, I feel more sexy than ever as I swing myself around the pole a few times. I move my body to the music and continue when the next song comes on.
Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms. Myles is stroking himself now, his cock thick and swollen. Just seeing him like this has my core tightening and a swarm of butterflies fluttering around my stomach.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my thong, I push the silky piece of fabric down my legs and step out of it. Myles starts jerking himself off faster, and the image of him pleasuring himself while looking at me has me so mesmerized I forget to keep dancing.
“Sit down on the edge of the stage and spread your legs for me,” he orders, his voice gruff. “I want to see how wet your pussy is.”
I obey without hesitation. Sitting my naked ass onto the edge of the stage, I spread my thighs apart so he can see me.
“Now touch your pretty little cunt for me. Draw circles around your clit with your fingers.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m already burning up, aching for a release. My fingers touch the small bundle of nerves. It’s already sensitive and swollen, and I know it won’t take me long to come, especially not with Myles watching me like this.
“Now dip your middle finger in. I want to see you finger fuck yourself. Use your palm to keep pressure on your clit.”
“Myles,” I moan out his name, letting my head fall back. I close my eyes and slide my finger inside of my opening just like he asks. I’m so hot, all over. I’m burning up from the inside, and the only thing that can save me is a release.
“Yes, keep doing that. Fuck yourself for me. And when you’re all done, and your pussy is nice and wet, I’m going to bend you over the bar and fuck you hard and fast.”
“God… I’m so wet already…”
My finger slides in and out with ease because I’m so soaked. I add a second finger, stretching myself while I rub my clit with my palm. I’m so close, I’m about to come, so close…
“Fuck.” A male voice meets my ears, and my eyes fly open.
I freeze and scan the room. Absolutely mortified, I look past Myles and see Tommy standing a few feet behind him. His mouth hangs wide open, and his eyes are trained on me while I have my fingers still inside me.
“Turn the fuck around,” Myles snarls at him. Tommy does right away, but it’s too late. He’s already seen me.
Frantically, I gather myself from the stage, not bothering to even pick up my clothes. I just have to get away. With tears in my eyes, I run back to the dressing rooms, slamming the door shut behind me, hoping he won’t follow. I need a minute to calm myself down, a minute to think. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life. This was supposed to be for Myles’s eyes only.
I dig through the clothes in the dressing room, searching for the most decent outfit I can find to put on. By the time I’m dressed, Myles is knocking on the door.
“He’s gone. I’m sorry, Hazel. Please come out.”
There is no lock on the door, and I know he could come in if he really wanted to. He is simply giving me a minute, and I appreciate that. But right now, I just want to get away from here. Pulling the door open, I find Myles only inches away. His hand placed on the doorframe, his eyebrows drawn together.
“Are you okay?” he asks with concern etched into his face. When I give him a tiny nod, he asks, “Ready to go home?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Myles holds out his hand for me, and I take it, letting his fingers wrap around mine. He leads us through the back, and I’m glad I don’t have to go through the main room again.
We exit the building the same way we came in earlier, through a heavy metal door leading into the alleyway behind the club.
Myles’s car is parked in the first spot. He opens the door for me, and I climb into the passenger seat. Wrapping my arms around myself, I try to get warm. The cold air and me being tired are not a good mix, so it’s no wonder I’m shaking like a leaf.
As soon as Myles gets into the car, he turns it on and sets the heat as high as it goes.
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes, I’m just tired.” Even my voice comes out shaky. “I’m not used to being up so late. I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. This is on me. I shouldn’t have made you do it at the club.”
“I wanted to do it,” I admit honestly. I just didn’t want to do it in front of Tommy.
“Oh, I know you wanted to.” Myles smirks. Even with everything going on, I can’t help but smile. “Don’t worry about Tommy. He won’t say anything to anyone.”
I hope not. At least then, I only have to avoid eye contact with one person.
The drive flies by, and before I know it, we’re in front of Myles’s house. Not wanting me out in the cold, he hurries me inside and up to the bedroom.
He quickly undresses himself before helping me out of my clothes. We crawl under the blanket together, and I snuggle into a tight ball. Myles immediately pulls me into his chest. Just as he’s done the past few nights, he wraps his arm around me, then places a kiss on the top of my head.
Warmth… his body heat seeps into me, and finally, my body relaxes. I’m warm, comfortable, exhausted, but safe and content.
I concentrate on those feelings, letting them consume me until all the bad things vanish from my mind, and I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.