Contract with the Billionaire

Chapter 3

PEARL’S POV

It’s been two months since I joined this club as one of the strippers and truthfully, it’s not been the best idea lately. But I gotta do what I gotta do.

It is not something I most proud of, but I would go any length to save my family.

Riddle me this…if you had a kid, and a very sick father and a dream to achieve one day….but you don’t have no money to make those end meets….but you’re a black woman in a racist society, What you gon’ do?

I am not trying to justify myself, I’m just saying I didn’t have any options.

I frown at myself. Why am I trying to explain myself to myself again?

I let out a deep sigh as I pull the straps up my bum, pulling out a small curl from the front of hair to add to my look.

“Pearly you’re up!” I hear the manager call out to me

“Be right there” I call back, taking one last look at the mirror before stepping out.

I still get slightly nervous before getting onto the stage. The jitters that just rack through your body with sleazy hungry men looking at you like they’re about to yank you off the pole.

But it’s what I gotta achieve if I want to get paid.

The strip club is filled with different types of men. Business moguls, Mob bosses, politicians, secret agents trying to kill those politicians, spoilt rich kids with weird kinks and fantasies. The list goes on and on.

But I’m thankful for one thing around here. The policy.

They are not allowed to touch us unless we allow it.

But I have made it my goal to stick to the poles and not try to get too close.

Ten minutes go by faster than I expected and I was so thankful for that. Although I didn’t think I did good, but I mostly get a wild round of applause whenever I’m done on the pole.

It’s one of the things that let me know that I’m doing my job pretty well, and I still have a shot at this.

For some reason, the feeling is satisfactory.

Once I step down from the stage, Mystique rushes after me with a huge grin on her face.

“Girl! You did so good” The girls on the other stages didn’t stand a chance, every damn eyes in the building were on you!” She gushes earning a chuckle from me.

“Thank you Myst, I think I was a little jittery up there” I let out nervously.

“Come on, you walk the ramps confidently, you just need a little more time. I guess all of this is still pretty new to you….but you gon’ be fine” She pats my shoulder and I nod.

“Thank you Myst, I don’t even think I would have been able to do alla this without you” I mutter with a small smile and she shrugs, returning it.

“Oh that reminds me! Girl, you would not believe who came tonight!!” She squeaks making me look back at her as I pack my bag.

“Alexander Bass” She announces and I frown.

“Who names their kid Bass?” I furrow my brows.

“It’s his last name” She deadpans.

“Ahh” I blurt “That explains a lot” I state, throwing my top on.

“Wait you don’t know who Alexander Bass is?” Her eyes widen.

“Am I supposed to know him?” I raise a brow, forcing the jean up my bum.

“Girl yeah! He’s like super rich and he’s hot. Any girl who got him right now, hit the lottery!” She states factually and I nod.

“Good for them then, I gotta go” I announce throwing my backpack over my shoulder.

“You can’t leave yet” She blocks me.

“Why?”

“The boss wants to see you” She Informs and I groan.

“Jenny? She’s here?” My eyes widen.

“Better move now” She mutters and I rush out of the place, heading to the hallway leading to her office.

My knuckle raps on the door to her office and a small come in affirms my entry.

“Miss Jenny…” I poke my head in before letting myself in “You asked to see me”

“Yes, Pearly? Am I correct?” She asks and I respond with a nod.

“I’ll get straight to the point. I need you in the VIP lounge, a client is waiting for you there” She states

“What? I can’t-“ I begin but my words get caught up in my throat when she sends me a look.

I realize I can’t screw this up if I want to keep working here.

“Mr. Bass is waiting for you, so get changed and go attend to him” She instructs and I let out a deep sigh.

“Wait…Bass? Like Alexander Bass?” Ain’t that the man Myst just spoke about?

“Yes, any problem?” She c***s her head to the side and I shake my head.

I drag my legs towards the door as I start to think about the promise I’m about to break. I promised Maya I would be home early today.

“Oh and don’t forget” Her voice makes me turn around “Make him happy” She adds and I nod.

I run back to the changing room, I peek into the crowd to see Myst on stage. I would just tell her later.

I quickly change back into my work clothes, which takes more time than usual as I am not used to doing things under pressure.

I am a little nervous I won’t lie, but I guess I have to make this as fast as I can.

I am led into the lounge by the manager and I mutter a small thank you before letting myself in.

Mr. Alexander Bass wasn’t hard to find. It was pretty obvious that it was him the moment I laid my eyes on him.

He was seated on the guest chair with his legs crossed and a drink in his hand.

From his seated position, it was still obvious that he is a very tall man, with his black hair with a tint of silver in the right places, his generic features compliment his obvious jawline, and his striking blue eyes make a small glint under the neon lights.

I gulp hard as I stare at him. Myst wasn’t lying, he is hot!

I walk towards the pole to do my job, getting into position as I wait for the music to start.

“I didn’t call you here for that Miss Pearl”