Sinfully, Dirty Desires

Chapter 1

The dancers moved about their poles, their bodies slick with sweat, and in spite of the heavy air conditioning blasting from different corners of the club, they could not even regulate the passionate heat circulating through the place in the midst of the slick, gyrating bodies and the group of obviously wealthy men and women standing in a corner with smoke sticks on their lips and clothes that were probably enough to buy a small island adding to the humidity.

On different raised platforms strategically positioned in different sides of club, women moved their hips and arms seductively, most of them sweating their t**s off. But that did not matter, as the salty moisture that gathered around their thighs and brows seemed to make them look more inviting. They were all dressed in expensive looking fabric, not that they left much to the imagination. The performers wore Dolce and Gabbana leopard prints and the best of La Perla’s bras and pretty panties and their scantily clad bodies and long legs in thongs moving to the beat of the music. They are all wearing masks that covered their eyes all the way down to the point where their noses dipped down, protecting their identity.

Some of the women in the outfits were not there to dance at all. Those ones were the ladies who went around, serving drinks and finger foods to the men and women that had come to enjoy the show from the VIP lounge.

In the heart of Venice, the city of masks, stood the Piccolo Mono disco, the resident Italian club famous for hosting big shots and celebrities.

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Gaia sat in her private changing room, as she was lucky enough to be one of the few girls who had their privacy while they dressed up and changed what they were wearing at the moment. In fact, she was extremely lucky as no one had ever given a private room to someone who was fairly new to the strip dancing business. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, hoping that her seemingly electric blue eyes did not contrast sharply with her makeup. Pouting her lips at the mirror, she shook her head, allowing some of the waves that had refused to be one with her long ponytail to messily frame the sides of her face.

“Not enough red.” She had said whispering to herself as she helped herself to two more layers of red lipstick, smacking her lips together and grinning at her reflection, pleased with the finishing results. She added some more highlighter to her skin and looked around the purple themed room they had assigned to her.

Purple was her favourite colour, so she did not mind very much. All that she cared was that whatever belongings that she had decided to bring, to keep here until her shift would be okay would be safe. Gaia looked down at her long stilettos which were sitting gracefully on the small couch in her room— which was also purple. She turned to look at her reflection in the floor length mirror, satisfied with the results that she got, with her upper body bare, save for the flimsy material covering her breasts and especially with the long waist scarf she had got, colourful overhead lights making her look like some kind of Disney depicted Arabian princess or a magical creature from a children’s story book. A fairy, perhaps.

Then suddenly, a knock came from the door, and with a sigh, Gaia answered.

“Who is it?”

There was a slight pause. “It is me, your guard madam.” He had said, and knots began to form in Gaia’s stomach as she knew what was going to come after that.

“Wait.” Gaia said and slipped her mask on before asking the guard to open the door and come in to her room. Gaia sat on the sofa, looking at her guard in a bored expression.

“Yes?” She asked, and there was a slight tremor in her voice which could have been easily mistaken for impatience or irritation, rather than nervousness.

“It is almost time for your performance to begin.” The guard said in a strong, yet slightly apologetic voice.

“Okay, thank you. Please excuse me, I will be out in a moment.” Gaia said with a thin lipped smile and the guard nodded before excusing himself.

Gaia took short, quick breaths to steady her nerves and paced around the small room. She could do this, it was just like the normal gymnastics she was used to, right?

How many times had she practiced for it anyway?Seventy?

But then again, in front of so many people. Would she ever manage to make it all the way through?

What if she fell? Or twisted an ankle? Or even broke the ankle instead?

That would be a major embarrassment to her character she played, and to the renowned club. Taking her hand held battery powered fan, she turned it on to its highest power and directed the rush of air flowing to her face, hoping that all she needed to calm down was a bit of breeze. About a minute or so after, Gaia dropped her hand held fan and made her way to her door, her guard standing at a distance.

Gaia, with her guard in front, made their way to the main club, along with other strippers who were allowed to have their rooms exclusively. Gaia and the other strippers who had just come out were dressed in similar outfits, but each with a different Colour. Gaia’s was the colour of her room. Purple.

The one who had just come from the other room and was standing close to her had pink, lace-like garments on and an equally revealing shirt over it. Not that that even mattered, she would still take it all off eventually.

Their guards began to walk away in the same direction and in an organized manner. Gaia felt that this was the life of a princess. Minus the PG 18 rated strip shows, of course.

-

Dominico Salvatore had just entered his car which was only a limited edition of the Aston Martin Valkyrie, taking a seat at the back.

“Good evening sir. Where are we going to tonight?” His driver asked him as he got in the car.

“The Piccolo Mono Disco, Dolan.” Dominico said, reclining on the car seat and helping himself to a bottle of white wine with slow, purposeful movements.

“You got it sir.” Dominico’s driver, Dolan said as the car picked up speed and began to move to its destination.

The club was in full swing when Dominico had arrived. He had come to see this star stripper he had heard of a few times, to see if she was actually remarkable, and not just some starved looking woman with a nice ass.

Dominico walked into the club with stealthy, but powerful steps. He was like a cat, a jungle cat, his movements slow, but purposeful, radiating power, and his gaze straight. As he walked into the club, people parted ways for him to pass without any hassle and some of the women present gave him flirtatious looks, a bold few daring to stand in front of him as he walked through the space the crowd had created.

Alas, those bold few women who tried to stand in his way to get some of his attention did not stand a chance, as Dominico simply walked past them, brushing them off in the same manner one would do to flecks of dust on one’s shirt. But that did not deter the women and even some of the men from fixing their eyes on who was one of the most gorgeous— if not the most gorgeous male specimen they had ever seen.

Looking both ways as if searching for something, Dominico headed into the VIP section, taking at seat at one of the most secluded areas. The VIP section apparently, was not only where the customers of the Piccolo Mono Disco club could get served with wines and snacks, but it also provided the best view to watch the strippers. With a raise of the hand and a snap of the fingers, Dominico called the attention of one of the scantily clad lady waitresses who sauntered to him.

“A goose grey vodka. That is all.” Dominick said, dismissing the lady with a wave of his hand.

“Alright sir. I would bring that in a few.” The lady responded with a nod and walked away. A group of buzzed men hitting her ass cheeks as she passed them by. Dominico scoffed at them.

Being at a strip club did not mean that one should act as if they were raised in a barn yard, did it? He thought out loud and a man adjacent to him looked at him briefly, holding his gaze before turning away quickly, looking like a frightened dog.

Dominico hoped that whatever show that was on today would be enough to get rid of his boredom. His eyes moved around the place for probably the hundredth time that evening, before finally coming to a rest on the performers.

His eyes moved around them, watching their bodies gyrate to the sound of the music blasting through the speakers in the walls. He ticked them off on boxes in his mind.

Good.

Mediocre.

I see this all the time and it is not even up to a standard performance.

Dominico thought as he looked through the girls, displeased. He would have probably told Dolan to take him to an arcade if he knew that he would still have to go through the—

Wait, who is that? He found himself thinking as he watched a particular female— at least he hoped that it was a female and not some male who had undergone boob surgery and vaginoplasty posing as a woman.

Dominico could not keep his eyes off of that particular dancer. She was dressed in a flimsy purple material and her streamlined body did things that made his mind move faster than usual with the possibility of having her all to himself. In a bid to distract himself, he had looked down, but he did not see the drink he had ordered a while ago. How long did it take to bring a drink and some ice?

Dominico was about to get to his feet when he saw the tiny lady who was supposed to bring him his drinks a while ago.

She dropped the vodka on Dominico’s table with the ice and a glass.

“I am very sorry, sir. I actually got delayed and then, it all happened so fast.” She said in a shrill voice.

“Is that your excuse for delaying my drink, or are you just babbling off like a child? And if it actually happened so fast, I would not be in this position, hot and thirsty. And you would not be here, apologising for the waste of time on your own part.” Dominico said in a low voice. Low voice, but it spoke of volumes of power and the young lady was scared shitless.

“Please sir. I am—” Dominick cut her in.

“Dismissed.” He said curtly, pouring some Grey goose vodka out for himself.

“S-sir?” She asked, grating Dominico’s nerves. He did not like the presence of this lady. He just wanted to enjoy his Vodka and watch the attractive dancing woman perform her act.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he repeated, even slower than before.

“I said that you could leave.” Dominico said with clenched teeth and fists. The young lady got the message at once and quickly ran off, leaving Dominico at the table.

Dominico had not realized that he had been staring at the strip dancer dressed in purple garments until a lanky man took a seat and dragged it to his table.

Oh boy.

“Sexy little thing she is, isn’t she?” The uninvited stranger said as he took a seat at the table. Out of good manners, Dominico had decided not to reply to any of the words the man uttered.

“Well, I completely agree. I would like to tap in on that someday. I mean, look at her!” The uninvited man said again, Dominico continued to watch her, ignoring the man who had chosen to ruin his night.

“I am really thirsty. May I have some of that thing that you are having, please?” The lanky man said, and Dominico slanted his eyes to look at the annoying man who had come to his table without asking, and even had the nerve to ask for his Gray Goose Vodka. The man have hip a thin lipped grin, his lips stretched so much that it looked like it would

split, his pale skin looked like he needed a good spot of lotion.

Dominico turned his attention back to the woman who moved her hips from left to right like she was born to do dance that way.

“No.”

“No?” The man echoed and Dominico grunted, wondering if the man was deaf too.

“Look at her small hands. I wish she could choke me with her hands. I would be so happy, I would think that I was in heaven.” Dominico groaned and wished that there was a better way to get this man to shut the hell up without pushing off.

Dominico looked down to see that people had already crowded the dancing woman’s platform and some people were even hooting and they even tried to touch her.

He was disgusted to see a lot of people behaving like wild monkeys at the sight of fruit, but when she did a sip thing with her hips, he felt his groin tighten and almost understood why they would behave in such a demeaning manner.

“Why are you not saying anything? Do you not agree with all that I have said?” The lanky, annoying man said, scratching his hair.

Dominico was sure that this man earned a lot— enough to gain access to this kind of place, but then why did he have such unkept hair. Dominico stood up in an unsubtle manner and moved away from the man, hoping he would be able to hog the table to his heart’s content.

“Hey, where are you going?” The man asked, following Dominico.

This was going to be a very long night.

-

Gaia moved her hips to the beat of the song which was currently playing, almost repelled enough to stop as she caught sight of the people who were trying to get up to her personal stage, stopped by the guards.

As she continued to dance, Gaia suddenly looked up, straight ahead and caught the stare of a man. Another man was standing behind him, but her eyes were locked on the dark haired man’s gaze. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, she turned her head and looked down.

When she looked back up, she had noticed that the space where the man who’s eyes she had caught earlier was nowhere to be be seen.

He did look familiar to her though.