our first encounter sprang to mind. Oh how things can change in a
week!
“Oh for god’s sake Duke lighten up, we were only having a bit of fun. You
should try it sometime!” Savannah stopped dancing and sat back in her chair
like a petulant child with a scowl on her beautiful face. I ignored Duke and
swivelled my chair so that I was now facing Savannah.
“You’re up in thirty minutes, make sure you’re ready.” Duke stalked out of the
room slamming the door behind him.
I picked up the purple eye shadow and started to apply it to Savannahs face. “What
the hell is going on with him? He’s acting like such a cock.” I stopped
applying the make up as Savannah’s smile grew.
“That my dear is a tormented man. He doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings
for you.”
I scoffed, “Feelings for me? Don’t be stupid.”
Savannah shook her head and placed her hand on my arm gently, “I’ve known Duke
a long time Taylor and I’ve never seen him like this. He’s made it clear over
the years that he doesn’t do ‘drama’ as he puts it but you have most certainly
thrown him a curveball.”
I continued to apply the heavy make up around her eyes, finishing it off with
mascara and eyeliner.
“What do you think?”
Savannah blew me a kiss, “Fabulous.”
I started to ponder on what Savannah had just said when Rachel
walked into the room.
“Are you ready for me yet Taylor?” I nodded as I started to pack away some of
the products that I’d just used on Savannah.
“I’m going to get dressed. I hope you’re going to watch my new routine.”
Savannah stood making her way further into the dressing area.
“Haven’t I already seen it?” I smirked with a wink.
I finished Rachel’s hair and make-up and rushed into the bar
as I heard the intro to ‘Skin’ by Rihanna. This was the routine she’d been
working on and god did this lady know how to move. Savannah was the club’s star
attraction so she didn’t have to go around and collect money from the punters.
She informed me that this created an air of mystique which encouraged the
punters to give more tips and she was the only girl not to do full nudity or
private lap dances.
I quickly made my way over to the bar and sat comfortably on the stool as
Natasha gave me a coke with ice.
Savannah was mesmerising. She had a body to die for and used it seductively
throughout her routine. She was clever and knew how to play the crowd, taking
her time to remove items of clothing keeping the punters interested and wanting
more. Savannah used the poles and floor space available, making sure that she
connected with every punter in the room as they sat there in their hypnotic
states.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt someone looking at me. I
slowly scanned the room and stopped when my eyes met Duke’s. He was staring
intently at me with darkness in his eyes. I could feel my arousal from Savannahs
sensual routine and the way that Duke was undressing me with his eyes from afar.
I crossed my legs and pushed them together tightly to try and relieve some of
the building tension but it only heightened my senses.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I was pulled from me thoughts as a stocky middle aged
man draped his arm around my shoulder.
I smiled politely as to not be rude, “Thank you but I already have a drink.” I
said as I raised my glass and slid off the stool trying to get out of his
embrace. As I moved he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me hard towards his
chest.
“OW!” I dropped my glass on the floor as he tightened his grip.
“You need to learn, how to be a little more grateful. I said do you want a
drink?”
I could smell stale cigarettes and alcohol on his breath as he leaned closer,
speaking through gritted teeth. I struggled under his shear strength and felt
claustrophobic as he pushed me back, trapping me between his broad chest and
the bar. My heartrate increased and I felt panicked trying to look for an
opportunity to free myself.
Crack! I heard
week!
“Oh for god’s sake Duke lighten up, we were only having a bit of fun. You
should try it sometime!” Savannah stopped dancing and sat back in her chair
like a petulant child with a scowl on her beautiful face. I ignored Duke and
swivelled my chair so that I was now facing Savannah.
“You’re up in thirty minutes, make sure you’re ready.” Duke stalked out of the
room slamming the door behind him.
I picked up the purple eye shadow and started to apply it to Savannahs face. “What
the hell is going on with him? He’s acting like such a cock.” I stopped
applying the make up as Savannah’s smile grew.
“That my dear is a tormented man. He doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings
for you.”
I scoffed, “Feelings for me? Don’t be stupid.”
Savannah shook her head and placed her hand on my arm gently, “I’ve known Duke
a long time Taylor and I’ve never seen him like this. He’s made it clear over
the years that he doesn’t do ‘drama’ as he puts it but you have most certainly
thrown him a curveball.”
I continued to apply the heavy make up around her eyes, finishing it off with
mascara and eyeliner.
“What do you think?”
Savannah blew me a kiss, “Fabulous.”
I started to ponder on what Savannah had just said when Rachel
walked into the room.
“Are you ready for me yet Taylor?” I nodded as I started to pack away some of
the products that I’d just used on Savannah.
“I’m going to get dressed. I hope you’re going to watch my new routine.”
Savannah stood making her way further into the dressing area.
“Haven’t I already seen it?” I smirked with a wink.
I finished Rachel’s hair and make-up and rushed into the bar
as I heard the intro to ‘Skin’ by Rihanna. This was the routine she’d been
working on and god did this lady know how to move. Savannah was the club’s star
attraction so she didn’t have to go around and collect money from the punters.
She informed me that this created an air of mystique which encouraged the
punters to give more tips and she was the only girl not to do full nudity or
private lap dances.
I quickly made my way over to the bar and sat comfortably on the stool as
Natasha gave me a coke with ice.
Savannah was mesmerising. She had a body to die for and used it seductively
throughout her routine. She was clever and knew how to play the crowd, taking
her time to remove items of clothing keeping the punters interested and wanting
more. Savannah used the poles and floor space available, making sure that she
connected with every punter in the room as they sat there in their hypnotic
states.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt someone looking at me. I
slowly scanned the room and stopped when my eyes met Duke’s. He was staring
intently at me with darkness in his eyes. I could feel my arousal from Savannahs
sensual routine and the way that Duke was undressing me with his eyes from afar.
I crossed my legs and pushed them together tightly to try and relieve some of
the building tension but it only heightened my senses.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I was pulled from me thoughts as a stocky middle aged
man draped his arm around my shoulder.
I smiled politely as to not be rude, “Thank you but I already have a drink.” I
said as I raised my glass and slid off the stool trying to get out of his
embrace. As I moved he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me hard towards his
chest.
“OW!” I dropped my glass on the floor as he tightened his grip.
“You need to learn, how to be a little more grateful. I said do you want a
drink?”
I could smell stale cigarettes and alcohol on his breath as he leaned closer,
speaking through gritted teeth. I struggled under his shear strength and felt
claustrophobic as he pushed me back, trapping me between his broad chest and
the bar. My heartrate increased and I felt panicked trying to look for an
opportunity to free myself.
Crack! I heard
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