Chapter One

Nerissa

His hands grab at my half naked body, hungry to feel my soft, peach skin. The thud of the music from the main stage and seating area vibrates through the floor of the private booth we occupy on the mezzanine. The thick, black curtains are drawn tightly shut so no nosey passers by can look in and enjoy my glorious show for free. I slap his hands away hard but playfully, and I straddle his thigh skilfully, making sure the warmth of my crotch penetrates his boring suit trousers. My barely there purple lace thong struggles contain my cunt, the small triangle of cloth threatens to slide to the side and expose my all to this stranger.

                ‘Don’t tease me.’ His husky, lustful voice whimpers into the air as I turn to bend over between his legs. My high heels click and clack on the floor with my hands flat either side of them. I can smell his stinking arousal from between his thighs and know he is putty in my hands. Only the hum of my song sounds in his ears which drowns out the R&B being blasted through the speakers. I sway my hips in time to my own beat. My song is enough to enchant even the strongest creature, let alone this feeble-minded human. It’s like taking candy from a baby. My ample arse cheeks clap together as I bounce my hips directly in his face. I know the alluring scent from my cunt will finish him off before I have taken everything I want. By the time he is back in his right mind I’ll be just a figment of his imagination.

                The club is stifling tonight and the air is thick with the pungent aroma of overly excited, sexually frustrated men. Pops of unusual fragrances steal my attention for a moment and my own excitement increases, there are some horny werewolves in tonight too. I enjoy their company more than that of a human, but the weaker mind is easier to bleed dry. The sudden violation of his hands between my thighs snaps me out of my own daydream and I turn to the vile human and slap his face and my had print is left across his cheek. His roar of objection comes out as nothing more than whimper, unheard by the security staff who stand just metres away at the top of the stairs. ‘How dare you.’ The red-faced man hisses at me. Spit sprays over my exposed thighs and I somehow hold back the gag that pulls at the back of my throat. ‘Really? I think you mean sorry.’

                Anger flashes across my eyes and I know he has seen the darkness within me. ‘You can pay me for my time and leave.’ He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls a thick wallet from inside. His hands fumble carelessly as he tries to retrieve some of the notes from inside the overly expensive leather holder. ‘Now, now. Don’t be tight.’ Surprise replaces fear when I pluck the whole wallet from his sweaty palm. I take the whole chunk of bills out and chuck the empty wallet back to him with my sweetest smile plastered on my face. ‘If you dare complain I will tell Emma, your wife, all about how your hand slipped so freely to my cunt and how you dreamed of fucking me, you disgusting pig.’ The colour drains from his face and beads of sweat glisten on his forehead. ‘Leave’ His cock flops in a dead like state between his legs and he stands without a word. His anger pulsates through the tiny room, but I don’t care. He knows one word from me to the security outside about his grubby grab at my pussy will have him kicked out and banned from coming back.

                His less than dramatic exit has me in stitches and I lose all control of myself when Logan pokes his head in to check I’m ok. I hide the thick stack of notes behind my back and giggle behind my other hand. ‘Another one bites the dust aye.’ I still haven’t placed his scent, and it concerns me that my song has extraordinarily little impact on him. ‘He paid what he owed and left.’ The shrug of my shoulders along with my snappy tone is enough for him to get the message to leave me be. A curt nod and he disappears from the privacy the booth offers me for a few minutes before the next girl comes to claim it as her own for a short time. It’s hard to see in the dim light but there are at least a few hundred-dollar bills, some fifties and twenties. The majority of the notes are tens and ones. Oh well! The night is still young and the floor down stairs bustles with easy prey.

                ‘Nerissa, you’re on stage in ten minutes, let’s go.’ Fuck sake. Conrad is such a prick. Always getting at me and the other girls. He really thinks just because his name tag says ‘manager’ he can order us around like mindless bimbo’s. The guy gives me the creeps and that says a lot when I think about all the creeps that I know that don’t actually freak me out. ‘Yes Conrad.’ I call over the incessantly loud music with enough sarcasm to piss him off. There is nowhere else to hide the extra money I made other than under one of my big tits. I hope the roll of cash doesn’t bounce from its hiding place as I make my way down the stairs. Tiredness takes a hold of me for a moment. My feet ache in the typical stripper heels and pain radiates up my well-toned calves. What I would give for a simpler life. Then again when my life was simple it was boring too. At least now I am in charge of my own happiness and walk my own path. However right or wrong that may seem to others.

                My heels click quickly over the black tiled floor as I teeter to the stairs. Conrad might as well tap his watch with impatience as I saunter past him and smirk openly into his ugly face. Beetroot red really isn’t his colour, I laugh to myself, as I carefully descend the steep stairs. The intensity of the music increases with each step. The gloom is lifted by the lights of the DJ booth and the spotlights which are trained on the main stage. Lola is currently doing her solo pole piece of the evening and the crowd are enjoying it very much. Wolf whistles erupt into the air as her dance comes to an end and more notes are thrown onto the stage at her feet. She looks around the room and catches my eye. The only genuine smile I have had all day beams at me over the tops of the audience’s heads, and I can’t help but smile back at her.

                The club is one vast room downstairs, with a DJ booth next to the main stage and three poles which extend from the floor to the ceiling. The stage is elevated a few feet off the ground to display the girls perfectly in front of the paying guests. I prefer working one of the two smaller stages in the seating area, where girls can perform for small groups of patrons at their request for an additional fee. The bar is at the back of the room and the girls all take turns, some of them performing whilst others serve, carrying drinks and food to and from the tables.

Lola makes her way off stage and into the changing room. The ten minutes I had is now more like five, and I need to do a whole outfit change. Fuck. Tonight is really getting to me and I have no idea why. It’s part and parcel of the job, being groped and pulled about. My reaction to the scared man was a bit over the top, even for me. Maybe my period is due. I mull over the possible reasons for my quick temper and enter the sudden glaring brightness of the almost empty changing room.

                ‘Move your arse Ness, Conrad already has stick up his arse about something.’ Lola scolds me as I walk in. Her eyebrows knit together over her big blue eyes in an effort to maintain the firm expression on her face. I clap my heels firmly together on the floor, straighten my back quickly which makes one of my large tits fall out of the skimpy fabric bra and salute her mockingly. Her face breaks instantly and the room fills with her raucous laughter. ‘Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen.’ I laugh along with her while nimbly slipping my boob back behind its own small piece of nearly see through material. Thankfully the rolled-up notes remain firmly in place under the weight of my other breast. Lola doesn’t need to know my business. We work hard for our money and the increased percentage the club now takes from each of us is nothing short of daylight robbery. If only Lola wasn’t so strait laced she would follow the rest of the girls and keep some earnings hidden.

                I hear my name being called on stage and Lola helps tighten the corset at the back which heaves my huge bosom up nearly under my chin and cinches my waist in to a tiny, snatched silhouette. Killer thigh high boots and barley any material between my legs completes my outfit. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored wall as I run clumsily from the room, I do look sexy. The bright spot lights blind me for a moment and the DJ introduces me to the stage. My preselected song blasts from the surrounding speakers and I launch myself up into the air, securing the cold thick shaft of the pole between my legs, this is what I live for. Whoops and leering calls from the packed club enhance my energy and I swirl down to the floor landing with my legs spread in a full split. The first notes are thrown on to the stage.

 I sing along to the music, but not the original lyrics, something of my own to loosen the pockets of the hungry men who now clamour around the stage. His eyes meet mine and the unmistakable flash of the werewolf within draws me to him. He runs his tongue along his elongated canines while I crawl seductively towards him. His warm hand brushes my skin and sends electricity shooting though my body as he tucks a crips hundred-dollar bill into the top of my cleavage. He wants me and the smell of his arousal doesn’t disgust me like I would normally expect. It looks hopeful that I might finally get some decent cock after all these months.