(Shania)
“Just be happy and okay, I mean It's not bad to meet them,” Isabella said, trying to coax me into going to some dinner gathering. I hated the idea of it, it sickened me to the core. But I wasn't going to let Madeline's presence affect my birthday mood. It was my birthday, I was turning 21 years, and I couldn't be any happier. If my dad were here. He would have done so much to please me
“Isa, I can't just go there. Boom I'm Shania your sister… I have no relationship with that family,” I retorted while getting ready, already Danny was busy calling me nonstop asking me how far. The jerk sold me out on my birthday
“The family is well known… your mother is really… umm…”
“A seductress of rich men,” I finished the sentence for her when she was hesitating, she didn't have to say anything. Madeline was a beauty to behold. Isabella facepalmed herself and walked closer to the mirror.
“Sweetie, stop being a drama queen okay… you look beautiful, so gorgeous I'm jealous,” she said in a small tone, rolling my eyes at her. I shoved her hand away and rose from the chair. Unless it was time
Normally any man or group who threw some bachelor party would book the club for their celebration. I wondered how special the groom was for us to go to his farmhouse. I hated doing my work in a foreign place
Men tended to be so overbearing
“Happy birthday girl… I'll be at your grandparent's house waiting…nail it,” Isabella said when seeing me off. The thing I liked about her. She was supportive of my work. I knew the job I did was something many frowned upon. But she never looked down on me. Not even once, she came to all my shows
I was grateful for having her as my bestie and roomie. It was so cold outside that I tightened the front of the long coat I was wearing to keep warm. Inside was a shimmering black dress reaching mid-thigh high with black heels. My hair was tied in a ponytail. I walked up to the black van parked outside the building. The driver and two other females were waiting for me.
“Hi sweetheart,” the two girls greeted me when I settled in. I nodded with a faint smile, and the car was on the move. I quickly wore my mask
The Night was getting darker. I only had an hour to put on a good show and then rush to my grandparents' house. To kill time, I took out my phone, and log in to my secret account on the s*x master's page. I used Barbie's name and profile picture. The site was mostly frowned upon by people. They were against what the s*x master did. Especially men who felt he was the reason the women around wanted more in the bedroom, they compared him to them. As for me, he was just this sexual guru, a hot one for that matter
(“How can I make an appointment with you… I'm your biggest fan”) I sent a private message to his inbox. I waited for a while but got no reply. Of course, I was too excited. Leaning against the car seat, my eyes closed shut. I was getting agitated for nothing, however after I realized the van had stopped
“We are here, wow it's so beautiful,” one of the girls said and opening my eyes, the door slid open. The two girls walked out, and I was the last one
grabbing my bag, I draped it over my shoulder and stepped out
“Come on… let's do this and leave from here,” I said as we were guided to the entrance by some men in black suits. As I guessed, the place was glorious. It was dark; however, the glowing lights made the place look extravagant, something beautiful
Soon we were shown the room to change. It would have been better if we were back at the club. The two girls changed and went to wait for me outside. I quickly put on the sexiest lingerie I could find. Something enticing and seductive. Danny said the men were exclusive and expected more from the butterfly queen. Hence, with a little touch of makeup and full sexy red lipstick, I was good to go. Although I wore something long outside to hide.
I could feel the tension as we climbed the stairs going up to the room the men were in. The place was quiet, as if no one occupied it. The sound of our heels knocking on the marble floor was the only sound which could be heard until we reached the top and heard music and cheering men.
Exhaling, I knew I had to do this. But why was I nervous, I wasn't an amateur, hell no
I've been doing this forever. Maybe Danny's constant warning about the supposed groom had gotten to my head. Either way, I didn't care. No customer was special, they got what they paid for and a sexy seductive and hot show was what I was going to give them
And like they were ready, we graced the small stage. The men were on the other side. The room was large enough for me to do as I wanted. My butterfly mask was on. This time I went with a black mask with gold feathers. This was my identity, whenever I wore my mask. I felt in control, to do as I wanted without limits. This was what I enjoyed doing. The music played, and colored lights flashed beautifully. It was just like back at the club. I felt energized. This time I was going to take this to the next level, I saw the pole set up already. It was going to be my friend. The three of us were in position. The curtains were drawn apart revealing the men before us, They seemed excited or anxious to see us. I was expecting a number of men, but unfortunately, I only saw three men. Seated across the stage, my heart skipped a beat when they whistled. Something all men did whenever they saw the butterfly queen. What bothered me was the man in the middle dressed in black clothes didn't react, the lights were flashing; hence I could only see his face a little. But I saw his stern expression, as if he were concentrating on something. He wasn't cheering at all. The two men seated to his sides even rose to their feet, clicking bottles of liquor. I slowly tugged at my shoulder, teasing them to take off my clothes. The scenery was intense, it wasn't clear to me why but the man's intense gaze made me feel weak in the knees, but I managed to strip. Swayed my hips in a way that I knew we'd drive any man crazy
I knew I was killing it, I didn't mind about anyone else, not even the two girls doing their thing when suddenly, a chair was kicked away with force startling not just me but even the two men who had joined us on the small stage. Stopping in my tracks, the man had risen from the chair, he didn't look so tall when he was sitting, but once he was on his feet. I pitied my 5 feet height. His shirt sleeves were folded to his elbows and the front up to his neck was open. He was nothing but an imposing being advancing with predatory steps. Sharp, striking eyes which would make anyone lose it. But I didn't mind. If not for the mask I was wearing, I would have given him a death glare of a lifetime,
“Ace. What is it?” The music stopped and one of the men asked him because his action was inappropriate and disturbing to my work. He paid but that didn't give him the right to do as he wanted
“Get out all of you” he muttered sternly, his eyes were on me. I didn't do anything wrong, right? Why was he looking so furious,
“Ace… we talked…”
“Get out!” He yelled so loud that the two girls were already at the door frightened, while the two men stared at him for a while and then stormed away, left and slammed the door shut. I was about to go when he stopped me
“Dance for me,” he muttered, his voice was throaty, not sure if it was my ears. But this time he sounded calm, I was confused, but when he dragged a chair forward and sat down. I was lost. “Dance,”
(Shania) Throughout my life working at the strip club, I have never been humiliated in such a way by a man. Mainly I was the one in control. Men danced to my tune, they got pleasure by just watching me. Unfortunately, the man sitting in the chair was different. The way he was looking at me as I gave him a show had me feeling goosebumps, he sat like some boss with his legs spread. He had a bottle of champagne in his hand. Gulping down while he watched, shifting in sexy poses as if to entice meThe intensity in his eyes had me figuring things out if I was doing this correctly. For the first time, I questioned my jobThe music was seductive slowly as I moved my hips to its rhythm. I've never felt so sexy as I was feeling, I did most private shows, but this one felt different. Rotating my hips right in front of him. I liked his change of expression when I did something which he found amusing. I didn't stop as I walked toward him, I stopped right in front of him. Gave him a seductive sm
The Air was heavy, the night was cold. Everything was blurry, Shania's body tensed, wavering as a yearning rushed up her chest. A craving she had never felt before. Her lashes half lowered, and there was a faint, intent pull between her fine brows, she wanted what he was giving her, she wanted the tension and torture and solace. The craving had brought a haze of perspiration over the surface of her skin until the fragrance of roses heightened and attained a glimmer of musk, so remarkably arousing and satisfying It was just a night and nothing else. She would let this one pass, give herself to the man pleasuring her. it wasn't a crime no, after this she wouldn't see him. Despite the voices in her head screaming BIG mistakes. She wanted a taste of the handsome man, his refined lean body was on her. Touching him quench her thirstHis mouth was hot and demanding. Eating away her p***y with need. Every strike of his tongue on her wet entrance had Shania rocking her hips upwards Groaning
“Goodness, why are you drinking early in the morning after ditching us on your birthday,” Isabella rushed to Shania who was busy gulping down liquor straight from the bottle.“Let…hiccups…let me be… after…after so many years…sobs…” Shania cried out in between sobs, Isabella snatched the bottle from her, she had waited the entire night for her. Even her grandparents waited for her. But she was a no-show. Shania shifted on the couch and lay her head on the armrest. She just came back from that farmhouse. Isabella frowned and half sat on the armrest. Her friend looked awful, her eyes had dark circles around, and she looked flushed, “What exactly happened that got you sobbing like a child… I'm curious,” Isabella made a thinking face as she creased Shania's hair, keeping it off her face. Shania sniffled and sat upright. Tucking hair behind her ear she didn't even know how to explain“I got laid okay, boom the butterfly queen lost her guard and fell into a man's trap,” she said dramaticall
The Kingston family was well known. Not only because of their high status above all but because George Kingston had helped several people financially which earned him merits. Everyone turned to him if they needed help. He invested in small businesses which skyrocketed to great heights.His company was among the best across the words that included a few located in different countries Which was why he let his first son and the only male son he had, Christian Ace oversee them. Christian grew up away from their family, he was unknown to the world due to his constant traveling.The 27 years old, handsome bachelor was every woman's dream. Despite not seeing him, his reputation was well known. He was a playboy who was never committed to one woman. Some said getting into his bed meant testing the waters when one fully knew the consequences. Even so, many women wished to be a part of his life, even if it was for a night. Unfortunately, in the past five years, a woman who was the city's sensat
(Shania)"Baby do you understand, I mean this isn't a big deal to you considering…""Considering what Danny…shutting down the club…since when did we have special customers to ask all over others," I failed to understand how Danny was becoming so unprofessional. I recalled the first day I started work, he put me through a tough time. He never took no for an answer. I was just a young girl clueless about the strip club waysHe put so many rules on my head that at some point I wanted to quit. His rules were clear. No customer was above others. They paid an amount to see the butterfly queen and that was it. So who was the man to shut down the club for himself "Believe me, baby, my hands are tied… this man is a VIP… I can't neglect his need for pleasure… he requested for you to match down there and put on a great show for him," Danny said with his hands folded to the front as if begging me. No amount of begging would make me do it"Just how much did he pay huh…how much that the mighty D
(Shania)“I still can't understand why you are like this. Did something happen?” “Help me with my clothes will you, stop asking questions,” Isabella was giving me a hard time asking me questions? Especially questions relating to my recent problems and the way I was ignoring Danny. I knew I treated that man badly and got scolded by Danny. But Danny had no rights to humiliate me like that, that man didn't come to seek services but to insult me. All I did was spit on his face and show him I wasn't to be bullied, not at all.“At least talk to me…what happened…is it the same man?” she continued pestering me about my life. To be honest, I was sick and tired of it“He's a jerk I don't ever want to see… a good-for-nothing man like him,” I said, recalling the worst two days I encountered that man. The previous night he was unbearable. He treated me like I was nothing. I swore if Danny ever hired me to deal with that man, I planned to ruin him“How is that possible that one man…why is Danny ev
The introductions of the family went on for what felt like minutes. Shania felt as if it had been hours. Her body was so drenched in warm liquid that she couldn't stand it. She wondered if the AC was on, or maybe she was starting to get sickThe sharp piercing gaze from the man made her feel uncomfortable that she wanted so badly to get away. How on earth did she land in such trouble? Of all men, Christian Ace Kingston was her stepbrother. Shania was devastated even when her supposed sisters Rose and Luna kept asking her questions These were her mom and her stepfather's children. “You are so beautiful, just like mom… I love your eyes,” the youngest Rose said while clinging to her. She was cute and chubby, with big brown eyes, with a cute smile. Golden hair which she tied into two ponytails. Even Luna was beautiful although, with brown hair, she had blue eyes like her and full lips like her. A 15 years old handful of guys just like her. The curse she carried her entire life. Shania k
Shania's anger had flared up, and with all her strength, she pushed Christian away from her, breaking the suffocating kiss. The man was breathless and so was she. His eyes coated just as he turned to look at her. “Don't you ever do that again…you have no rights,” she said with a warning glare and wiped her mouth as if something disgusting had kissed her. Christian wasn't bothered about her anger as he rubbed his thumb on his lips, the taste of her lingered on his tongue, her lip gloss smeared on his lips "You are a disgusting pig...keep your hands off me!" Shania made a low yell, landing a heavy slap across Christian's face when he attempted to touch her again. stunned at what just happened, Christian's hand reached for his face. The burning sensation from the heavy slap had him rubbing his cheek gently. Tilting his head to look at her. She was heaving in anger. Her chest rising and falling steadily accompanied by her heavy breathing "Your body is saying otherwise... little Ms butt