Bratva-Mikhail

Dance For Me

Janis

Another night at Trixie's. Same old same old. I danced around the pole with confidence. Gave a few lap dances. It was a busy night. Alot of the MC and Bratva showed up. Luckily, I was in full disguise.

And then I saw it. Him. Tall dark and handsome. He had his eyes shooting lasers at me. Did he recognize me? I doubted it. When I got off the stage, he was instantly out of his seat and on his way to me.

Sh*t.

"Off for the night? Or can I buy a dance?"

Dam*it if I didn't need the money so badly I'd decline. Oh well. What's the worse that could happen?

"Sure sugar. Go ahead into room C and I'll be right there."

He winked and walked away. I ran to the dressing rooms and made sure my wig and masquerade mask were still in place.

Here goes nothing.

I walked into the room and if he could look any se*ier I'd probably combust. This guy was all man. Dark black tattoos covering his neck and arms. Sleeves rolled up, showing off his massive forearms. His hair was in a man bun and his eyes. Dark. Captivating. He looked at me like I was his last meal.

I approached him slowly. I was never nervous during dances. But here I was, my heart beat thudding in my ears. I mean he was technically my boss, so there's that. Definitely not the fact that he is the single hottest man I've ever encountered. And dangerous. Very very dangerous.

I sauntered over to him and climbed on his lap, grinding myself on him. I could see his hand twitching next to me. I knew he wanted to touch but was playing by club rules. Most clubs. Trixie's didn't care as long as it was consensual.

Finally, after dancing all over him, his restraint broke and his hands flew to my a*s. I could feel his ere*tion stabbing into me. He was massive. God blessed this man.

Please ask for a happy ending. I know it was risky, but I wanted to jump this man's bones. Consequences be da*ned.

Mikhail

Something about this stripper had me hooked. She wasn't Janis, but I really wanted to stick my di*k in her. Janis still wouldn't let me so I figured I'd let some steam off. Wonder how much it would take? Money talks, right? I could afford to throw a few hundred around for some solid pu*sy.

I never paid for pu*sy. Ever. I didn't have to. Women flocked to me. Both for my looks and status.

"Tell me how much to make you scream? How much would it take, sweetheart?" I slammed my hips up and ground into her for emphasis.

She didn't look entirely shocked. Had she done this before? I mean, I didn't know how The Savage Souls ran their businesses. I suppose two consenting adults wouldn't be the end of the world.

"I charge 300 per encounter."

Encounter? She has definitely done this before. I wonder what lucky ba*tards had a go at this se*y vixen.

But da*n, that much? I mean, if she's done this before, she must be good. And that was pocket change for me. I was willing to cough it up for some pu*sy. Hopefully it would be worth it, but everything in me said it would be.

"Deal." I smirked. Leaning forward and biting her earlobe. She let out a gasp and melted into me.

"Alright. There's a motel down the road. Discreet. It's the one I normally use. I'm off in 10, and I'll meet you there. And one more thing, the mask stays on."

So I guess she did do this for some extra cash. I wasn't judging. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

I just nodded. How strange. Maybe she had a scar or something. Either way, I didn't mind. I was about to get la*d. By a very seductive stripper.