Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Ophelia’s Pov

Today was the day of my very first show. My emotions were a jumble but I was mostly nervous and excited. I didn’t know what to expect.

Like I had suspected, Aphrodite’s Aisle was a prestigious strip club. It turned out that every girl had their own dressing room, and Hans had presented me to my own three days ago. My name tag. “Miss Purrfect” had been printed on the door, and I was completely awed when I was able to let myself inside.

It had already been filled with a few costumes that I would use in my performances, until I got my first paycheck.

I did however have to pay back Hans as soon as I got my first payment. I owed him for the stage outfits and shoes that were now neatly arranged in my closet.

I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in my reflection. I believed I was a normal beauty, but the makeup artist that had done my makeup had really outdone herself. My lips were lined in a seductive red color and the bronze shade of eye shadow and dark eye liner made my grey eyes standout. My lashes were curled, and I had never realized how long they were until now.

As for my brown hair, Hans and Miss Gazelle had decide that I do add a few extensions, but the hairstylist had decided against it, saying my hair was thick enough. Instead, she had added a few auburn highlights, which gave me that ‘fiery feminine’ look. It fell in heavy curls, falling mid back. I had never minded its length. Until now.

I felt like a temptress. A siren that was ready to devour and seduce men, but in my case, it was solely for their money.

For my outfit, I opted for leather shorts with a matching crop top. The underside of my boobs was on display, although my nipples were completely covered. I had completed the look with a matching pair of thigh high boots. A cat like mask sat on my dressing mirror, a compliment to my stage name.

There was a knock on my door. It was time to perform. I opened it, revealing a red-headed girl with blue kind eyes, and the most beautiful tanned skin. Considering that her outfit was just as scandalous as mine, I could tell she too was a stripper. “Hey.” I greeted, not sure what to say to her.

She didn’t say a word, her eyes taking me in. Finally, she breathed, her soothing voice filled with awe. “You’re breathtaking.”

“Uh, t-thanks.” I muttered shyly. Taking and accepting compliments was something I still needed to work on.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. “ The girl apologized, catching onto my awkwardness. Holding out her hand in greeting, she added. “The name’s Valerie, also well known as Cherry.”

“You’ve got the reddest hair I’ve ever seen, Cherry.” I told her, shaking her hand. I hope she understood I had made the statement as a compliment. “And I’m Ophelia, aka Miss Purrfect.”

“I know.” She laughed, not the least bit offended as I hoped she wouldn’t be. “I take deep pride in it.”

She had such a relaxed and friendly vibe, I couldn’t help but feel that we would be getting along just well.

“Come along now, it’s time to take the stage.” She said. Before I could follow along, she added, “One moment.”

She walked inside my room, grabbing the little bottle of glitter from my dressing table, and then sprinkling it on my body. Especially my neck, thighs and exposed stomach.

Winking at me, she nodded in satisfaction. “There. Perfect. If you must know, always wear glitter. It drives them crazy.”

I nodded, taking note.

“Remember, no one’s allowed to touch you without your consent, and you dance, till the music stops.” Valerie advised, fluffing my hair and making final adjustments. “Now, go up there and show them what you got.”

****

There were still shouts and whistles from the last dancer’s performance but as soon as I stepped on stage, the noise went down to a hush, and then the spotlight was on me, and in the background, the music started to play.

The lights in the room had dimmed too, something that made my confidence spike up and my nerves altogether forgotten. My heels clicked on the stage floor, my focus on the illuminated pole as I walked to hit, swaying my hips to the music as Miss Gazelle and I had practiced.

Whistles and compliments flooded my ears, the notes of cash slowly starting to fall at my feet and flood the stage. Hot and cold met as my hand made contact with the pole. First, with one hand, I swung myself on the pole, and then, hooking my legs and crossing them to support my weight, I let my hands free.

As I swayed, I smiled seductively. Even though I couldn’t see them, I knew the men watched me. The amount of paper lying on the floor doubled, whistles getting louder as I continued to sway on the pole. Deciding it was time for my next act, my hands came in contact with the pole again, and I came down from it.

Leaning against the pole, I crouched low, spreading my knees. At the same time, I palmed my breasts, biting my lips and throwing my head back, imitating a woman that was being made love to.

Low curses and groans were audible from the men, and deciding to tease them, I reached for my little crop top them, winking at them as I slow lifted it. Anticipation filled the air as yells of ‘take it off’ reached my ears. At the last minute, I let my top fall back in place, my cleavage out of their sight.

Groans rang out again, but they were quickly replaced by cheers I reached for the hem of my shorts, teasingly lowering them, and swaying my hips sensually. I could feel the anticipation in the air.

Deciding I had teased them enough, I let go of my shorts, exposing my thong to them. The notes of green paper kept flying in, a sign of their pleasure.

As I stepped out of the shorts, I made eye contact with him. A man that made my insides shimmer with excitement. I didn’t know who he was, and from the low light, I couldn’t see much of his features, but I could tell how hypnotized he was, just like everybody else. I watched as he leaned forward, eager for my next move.

I smirked, feeling powerful that I had such an impact on him. Something about him amused me, and just like that, I deciding a little entertainment was in order for him. Although the others would be watching too, it was solely for him.

Spreading my legs once again, I palmed my breasts, then let my hands move lower, and lower, until I was almost touching my pussy. Teasingly, I let my fingers move suggestively, but at the last minute, I withdrew, instead deciding to choke myself instead.

I opened my eyes again, making eye contact with him. This time he smirked at me knowingly, like he could tell the little show had been all for him.

Looking away from those hypnotizing eyes, I smirked at the crowd, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Striking a pose, I bit my lips, still seductively grinning at them.

The lights dimmed out, signaling the end of my performance. I made my way through the secret door, finding Valerie waiting for me on the other side. She handed me the robe she held, which I took gratefully, covering up my nudity.

“Girl, that was so hot what you did up there. I didn’t think I could ever be turned on by another girl, but you successfully did it.” Valerie said, fanning her face with her hands. I blushed at her words, but I didn’t say anything as she beat me to it. “Congratulations. Your first performance was a success.”

She cheered, jumping up and down in happiness before she reached out and hugged me. As soon as she let go, I muttered, “Thank you. I really didn’t expect it.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her. I hadn’t expected someone or anyone to be this happy for me.

“Are you sure that was your first time? Because girrrlll, that was hot. Scalding hot.” Valerie added, making me laugh out loud.

“I second that.”

“Me too.”

Valerie and I turned to the source of the two new voices, and I stared, astonished to find that the girls were very similar in every way possible. From their blonde hair, to their same colored lingerie and down to their crystal clear platforms. Not only were they Identical twins, the girls were stunning.

“Miss Purrfect, I would like you to meet Bubble and Candy, also well known as the Spicy twins.” Valerie introduced, gesturing to the girls.

“Hi.” They both echoed.

“Hey. Nice to meet you.”

“We would like to stay and chat, but we are going on stage now. See you around.” One of the twins, I couldn’t tell who explained, just before they both strutted away.

“Single handedly, Bubble and Candy are pretty sweet, but together, they are sex demons, succubi, sirens whatever you want to call it.” Valerie explained as we both watched the girls take their positions on stage. “The girls take pleasure in torturing men, and Hans could have stopped them, but the customers love it.”

“Wow.” I breathed suddenly seeing the twins in a new light.

“I know.” Valerie grinned. Suddenly, Miss Gazelle made an entrance walking our way.

“Hello girls.” She greeted as soon as she reached us.

“Hey.” We both echoed. Today, Miss Gazelle wore a pair of short denim shorts, and a see through lace bra, matched with a fine pair of ankle boots.

Looking right at me, she spoke. “I’m sorry to interrupt your good time, Ophelia, but I’m afraid Hans needs to see you in his office. Right now.”

****

“You want me to what?”

“I know I’m asking you a lot but I promise this is a lifetime opportunity. Plus, you only have to do it only this once, and that’s it.”

“I don’t know.” I muttered biting my lip and avoiding Hans’ eyes. Upon my arrival in his office, Hans had explained why he had asked for my presence.

Apparently, a customer had been so impressed with my performance that they were now interested in a private show. I had earlier agreed with him that I wouldn’t do private shows when we had discussed my comforts and now he was asking me for something entirely out of my comforts.

“I’m sorry but I can-“

“10 grand. I promise I’ll pay you 10 grand, just for 1 hour.”

“10 grand? B-but how?” My jaw was literally hanging off the ground now. Hans couldn’t be serious. 10 grand was an offer too tempting.

“Because I’m desperate. You’ve no idea how important this man is. Please.” Hans was literally begging right now. “1 hour, and the 10 grand is yours.”

10 grand was enough to cater for my problems. I would have enough to pay the next three months’ rent, buy all the scholastic materials I needed, food and so much more. All I had to do was bare this act for only an hour. Just an hour. 1 hour.

Nodding, I relented, meeting Hans gaze head on. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

I stood outside the VVIP room, wondering if I had made the wrong decision. Well, I couldn’t change my mind now. I had already assured Hans that I would be doing this.

Taking a deep breath, I got in the room and when I saw who it was, my eyes widened in both surprise and shock. It was him, the man from my stage performance. Only that this time, with good lighting, I was able to clearly take in his features.

He wasn’t just anyone though, he was Dean Costello, voted world’s hottest and handsomest actor at 24 years old, and Hollywood’s trending session. I couldn’t count how many billboards he was on, nor the magazine covers his face had been printed, and the many TV appearances he made.

I couldn’t believe it. I was in Dean Costello’s presence. He wasn’t in the room alone though. Beside him, on his left was his best friend and bodyguard, Logan Lockewood and on his right, Patrick Fitzwilliam, his production manager. Both men were also terribly handsome, but there had nothing on Dean’s looks.

“Well, what are you waiting for cupcake? Dance.” Dean instructed, his gaze attentive and eyes dancing with amusement.

Shit. Hearing his voice on TV was pleasurable, but hearing that seductive sound come from him in person was…orgasmic.

As if I had been waiting for his command, my body started moving, slow at first but then later, to the tempo of the music that was playing in the background. Patrick and Logan had both been on their phones, but I could feel their eyes both look up as I swayed by hips. However, I didn’t look away from Dean’s hypnotic gaze.

I crawled on the floor towards him, in what I hoped was a seductive man, until I was kneeling between his thighs. He watched me from hooded eyes. Rising, I plopped myself in his lap, grinding his my ass on his crotch. And then grabbing his shoulders for supported, I circled my hips, in a way that I knew would only bring him pleasure.

I felt him hold in his breath, a low groan coming from him and I smirked, knowing that I had this effect on him.

“Shit. That’s hot.” A voice muttered, but I couldn’t tell who it belonged to. I didn’t give a damn. I was entranced by Dean Costello, and nothing else muttered.

I felt his hands come up, tracing my waist, my ribs and up towards my breasts. I knew what he wanted, but I wouldn’t let him have, just not yet, so I pulled away.

Standing back in the center of the room, I reached for my crop top, aiming to take it off, but Dean’s voice stopped me.

“Get out.” He demanded, the command aimed at his friends. Logan simply raised is hands in surrender. Winking at me, he made his way out. Patrick followed behind, but not before groaning out. “Dude that was the best part.”

The door slammed shut behind them, and now we were alone.

“It’s now you and me, cupcake.” Dean spoke in that seductive voice. Holding out his hand to me, he whispered sensually. “Dance with me.”

“Dance with you?” I asked, confused. Wasn’t I the one supposed to be doing the dancing?

Dean only smirked, walking towards me and closing the space between us, until our chests were touching. I craned my neck, just to look at him, since he was taller than me.

“Yes. Dance with me, cupcake.” Taking my hands in his, he wrapped them around his neck, and then wrapping his arms around my waist, he slowly led us in a swaying motion.

I don’t know how long we did this but I was lost in Dean’s hypnotizing gaze. I couldn’t look away. Just when I thought this night couldn’t provide any more surprises, I heard Dean whisper. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

And then, his lips were closing over mine. Dean was kissing me.