~GEMMA~
"Gemma? What are you doing? It's time! Your clients are waiting!" I hear the manager's loud and deep voice.
I roll my eyes.
Yeah, yeah…he's always one to rush people.
"Yeah, I'm almost done," I reply to him from inside.
He's standing outside the door and can't come in because it's the ladies dressing room.
"Do your best tonight. We've got a VVIP customer tonight, and as one of our best strippers, you need to do a good job. You got this." He says from outside, and I hear him walk away.
It is always busy in Oris club which is a very popular strip club in America.
"Can I borrow your lipstick, Cynthia?" I ask one of my fellow strippers.
"Sure," she replies and hands it over to me. I apply the lipstick and give it back to her with a "thanks"
I look at myself in the mirror. I am quite nervous, and my heart is beating so fast.
"Calm down Gemma. You can do this," I tell myself and take a long, deep breath. Then I step out of the dressing room and head to the main club.
There are murmurs and cheers from the men as my name is called.
Yeah yeah, I'm really popular amongst other strippers.
I walk onto the stage with full confidence, swaying my hip with each step, touching my boobs, and licking and biting my lips in the sexiest way ever.
Everyone is shouting my name and cheering me on.
"Go Ria….go ria! We love it, we love you." The crowd scream out of their lungs and cheer me as I sway my body in front of them.
I'm known as Ria here. All strippers answer different names here too.
I hold the pole and walk around it gracefully and seductively biting my lips and winking at them behind my mask. I spray my legs so wide and I climb the pole and swing seductively like a pro.
All I see is the increasing lust in their eyes as they look at my sexy body. Hundred thousand of dollars are thrown on the stage.
The dim light shines on my body as I wiggle my body on the pole in the sexiest way, twerking my ass and jiggling it, and that's when my gaze catches the face of a man sitting down on a VVIP table 28.
He has the kind of face that commands a room without trying….sharp, chiseled features like they were carved from marble. High, sculpted cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a straight, noble nose give him that unmistakable Greek-god perfection.
His eyes are intense and magnetic, the kind that hold your gaze a moment too long, framed by thick dark lashes. His lips are full and confident, often curled into a knowing smirk.
There's an effortless charisma in the way his expression shifts…..powerful, alluring, and impossible to forget.
I gasp on stage as I recognize him instantly.
Leonardo Romano. The CEO of Romano Global Enterprises. He's known to be cold, ruthless and deadly. Rumours has it that he belongs to a Mafia family. He's always rumoured to behave like a mad man sometimes by being hysterical and wild.
Some people call him "The mad billionaire."
But like I said, it's all rumours as it hasn't been proven yet.
He must be the VIP customer the manager was talking about.
I quickly look away as I feel goosebumps all over my body, making a mental note to avoid him at all cost and wondering why he is staring at me that way.
~LEONARDO ~
I came to the club this evening to pass time and clear my head.
The cheers from the men catches my attention and I look up to see the girl in a red lingerie–pant and bra, that exposes her full breast and hourglass.
All women are the same, I say to myself. There's nothing special about her.
I am not interested, so I continue drinking without caring about what is going on.
The cheers becomes more intense and I look up again. This time, I allow myself to really see what is going on and soon I am trapped.
My eyes are fixed on the stripper moving her body seductively on the pole, and no matter how I want to look away, I just can't.
She's so beautiful, even though I can't make out her facial features well because of the green, blue, and red lights interrupting me, but her body is a banger.
She has the perfect ass, curvy hips and the most beautiful boobs I have ever seen. I can't even begin to imagine what will happen when she takes those goddamn fucking bras off and her tits are properly visible to me.
Not only is she beautiful with a nice shape, her dance surprisingly brings peace to my always troubled and heavy heart.
For some strange reason, I don't feel the usual emptiness, sadness, heaviness I usually feel just by watching her dance.
And then, I know instantly that I want her to be mine.
"She's gonna be my personal stripper," I mutter and signal to my guard beside me.
"Yes boss," he says and bends low to hear what I'm about to say.
"I want to know every single detail about this girl. Find her real name, her family, where she lives. I want to know all…and I want to get the results in thirty minutes time" I instruct him.
"Okay boss," he replies, bows and leaves to carry out my instruction.
I continue to watch the stripper.
She climbs down the pole and walks seductively to male client sitting in a chair close to the stage.
She walks round him, grazing her body on him. She sits on the arm of the chair, crosses her slender leg, puts an arm across his and begins stroking his shoulder in one graceful movement.
She slid off the armrest, slipping into his lap, and put one leg in between him. She presses her thigh into his crotch and starts moving in a circle to the beat.
She's clearly seducing him and the mother fucker is enjoying it. I'm sure he must have a boner by now.
I am angry and I can feel the possessive spirit taking over me.
"After tonight, no one touches her anymore. She'll be mine!" I swear to myself then empty the contents of my glass in one gulp.
She'll be mine!!!