THE SILVER HAIRED TEMPTATION

Chapter 2

Aurora’s POV

By the time I arrived at the club, the place was already alive.

Music shook the walls.

Colored lights flashed across the crowded room.

The smell of expensive perfume mixed with alcohol as people laughed and shouted over the music.

I slipped into the staff room, changed, and tied my mask securely around my face.

Then changed into my outfit.

It was always revealing but there’s nothing i could do.

Tonight, I was working the pole.

I had done it so many times that the nerves had disappeared long ago.

The moment I stepped onto the stage, the music changed.

I took a breath.

Then I moved.

The pole was cold beneath my palm as I spun around it, letting the music guide me.

I knew people were watching.

I could feel their eyes.

Men in their forties staring at my ass.

I was grateful there was a no touching policy.

But I had learned not to think about them.

I simply danced.

Across the club, the manager suddenly appeared beside me.

“Aurora.”

I turned.

“Yes?”

“Private booth.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Again?”

He smiled.

“Very important guests.”

He glanced toward the other dancers.

“I want your best.”

Then he lowered his voice.

“And behave professionally. They’re spending a lot tonight.”

I nodded.

“Okay.”

He looked at me and Aliana.

“You two.”

Aliana immediately straightened.

“Us?”

“Yes. Go get ready.”

We exchanged a look before heading toward the private rooms.

The two men had arrived only minutes earlier.

And apparently, money wasn’t an issue.

They had booked two separate private booths.

Aliana and I went to the changing room.

I tugged the bra straps into place and clipped the garter belt around my hips, the chains swinging cold against my thighs. Crystals ran across the black fabric, catching the light every time I turned. I tied the mask behind my head, tightened it, and smoothed a hand down my side.

I looked at myself one last time before leaving the changing room.

I got to the booth and stood by the door for a few seconds before opening it.

The private room was dim, amber light pooling low across the walls, and the door clicked shut behind me before I’d even adjusted to the dark.

He was already watching me.

Seated, one arm at the back of the chair, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, and those eyes, blue, sharp and unreasonably calm, followed my movements.

Not with hunger. With attention. Like I was the only thing in the room worth looking at.

My pulse picked up before the music even started.

I walked to the pole, my legs felt less steady than usual, painfully aware of him behind me, of the silence he carried instead of the usual cheers and whistles. When the beat finally dropped, low and slow, I let it take over, but every movement felt sharper than normal, like my skin had gone thin, like I could feel exactly where his gaze landed. My shoulder. My spine. The curve of my hip as I turned around the pole.

I told myself it was just another dance.

When the song shifted, I stepped down, and the walk toward him felt longer than the distance should have allowed.

My heart beating fast.

I reached out and let my fingers trail along his shoulder, down the front of his shirt, and I felt the heat of him even through the fabric.

Then I felt my own breath catch before I could stop it.

Nothing. No reaction from him. Just that same patient stillness, watching me like he could see straight through the mask.

Something snapped in me.

Frustration, maybe, or something closer to a dare pushed me forward.

I lowered myself onto his lap, I looked at his face, still nothing. Then i moved forward and i was directly on his member. My body stopped moving, I have never been this close to a guy before, but i have no choice because of the money.

I moved my hands to his face, my hands moved from his jaw to his lip, my fingers moved all around his lips, all of a sudden i felt his member twitch below my wet core. My eyes widened.

I looked into his eyes just to see that his expression had shifted, his face eyes were filled with hunger, without waiting for me he put his large hands on my ass and pressed me harder against his member. A moaned came out of my mouth and i immediately covered my mouth with my hands.

For the first time since i entered, I could read his expression and it was pleasure.

Then i felt hot breathe around my ear.

“Why did you cover your mouth.”

“I want you to moan louder for me.”

Before he could say more I pushed myself away from him and got up from his lap.

“I have done what i came here to do.”

Without waiting for him to respond I turned and hurried towards the door.