There is No Such Thing as Mafia

Ready or Not Here I Come

*Huh*, I sighed stretching my limbs way above my head, throwing my head back all in the same motion.

Oh, it felt great being finished a full day early with my two exams that I had scheduled for the following day. It was all thanks to my gracious teacher who, opened the test early allowing me the chance to get it out of the way on the account that I have two jobs, and that she sympathized with me doing it all on my own.

Sometimes being completely independent has its own perks, but not as often as I would like.

I sighed once more, as I moved my laptop off of my legs and placed it into my school bag along with all my notes.

The time on my cell illuminated the time, 8:16pm. I had a little more than than an hour and a half to getting into character, before the strip club officially open at 10:00pm.

'I'll grab myself a quick bite to eat from the bar and waste a bit of time before changing into tonight's ensemble. 

Currently I wore my comfy clothes: black oversized sweats, dark cherry high-neck crop top, my favorite Harry Potter ankle socks, and my go to Van slides. My typical everyday lazy look.

With my Starbucks matte black cup in my hand I pranced my way over to the bar. Plopping myself onto the stool giving Nova, or Onyx as she likes to be called at work, a large smile.

"Ooo, someone's in an exceptionally good mood", Nova pipped up, earning a funny glance from Sam our bartender.

Sam, turned on her heel leaning with her hand supporting her head, against the bar closest to me. "Scar in a good mood? This I got to see for myself!" Her voice was upbeat and laced with curiosity.

I giggled as I shook my head at Sam's extroverted antics. I mean what can I say Sam is a people pleaser, and she uses her friendly demeanor to attract the customers into buying things just to receive an ounce of her attention.   "Soooo, what's got you in a chipper mood Scar?"

I blushed at the small memory from just a few hours ago, the little note LG had left on the cup that I had clumsily spilled and he had refilled.

Looking Sam in the eyes I spoke softly, "A man. A man who made me feel like my shyness and incoordination isn't something to feel bad about. And he did it in less than 10 minutes, only leaving note a note with his initials LG."

"She's ben smitten all day since the spill." Nova stated as she popped a carrot in her mouth.

Sam's face scrunched up in confusion, "He left you a note without his information, except his initials? Well how the hell are you supposed to find him based off of that tiny crumb of information? I mean you know how many men in this area alone could have the initials LG." She threw her hands up in frustration, expressing how she felt on the situation.

"But that's the thing Sam, I need your help."

Sam stopped her dramatic tantrum, eyeing me with an raised eyebrow, as if saying 'go on, I'm listening'. I rubbed my arm sheepishly, "You see he comes here a lot, and from what I've been told he's a big spender and you and I both know that our big spenders here are put on a special list. I was wondering if you could let me take a peak at that list. I just need his name."

Sam's face fell, indicating that this conversation was not going the way I would like it to. I could hear her sigh heavily, looking around, eyeing our surroundings, before she spoke in a hushed tone, "Now you know I can't do that. I'm not even allowed to look at the list Scar. You know we could both lose our jobs, because of that list, and plus you know dancers aren't supposed to date the clients. Especially the big spenders. Why do you want his name?"

"I want to have the upper hand, a leg up on him, if you will. I want him to know that he isn't the only person who has people."

She gave her temples a rub, in desperation. 

"Look, if getting this man's name is that important to you, I'll listen in on Tyler taking the order since he's the only one at liberty to do so. But I need a signal from you to know when he comes in so I know you to look out for, and when I get word of his name I'll send you a drink with a napkin, that has what you're looking for written on it."

"I'll take it Sam.", I said with a soft smile, which she returned.

"Oh and can I put in an order for a chef salad with ranch, and a side of chicken tenders." Sam nodded her head, and shouted the order to the cook in the back.

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I was in the back, prepping for tonight's show. I will be the main event tonight, so I'll go on around 12:00, but until then I will be walking the floor and doing some two on one action when needed or requested. So, here I sat trying to decide what song I would dance to for tonight.

I needed to choose a song that would provoke a s****l desire, something that would get his blood flowing to his nether reign. A song that would have him imagining himself putting me in various positions that would fuel his dirtiest fantasies to come alive, just enough for him to get intoxicated off of the mere thought of me. I wanted to be his drug that allowed him to reach new heights of ecstasy. No, not drug. I wanted to be his medicine. I want to do his body and mind good. I want to create a wholesome euphoric feeling, that only I could make him feel, and that he couldn't get enough of. And I will do this without intimacy. 

My tongue rolled seductively in my mouth at the thought of LG eagerly waiting for me. Begging for me. Longing for my presence

Groaning out in s****l frustration, "Mmmhhh!", I can't wait.

The only thing left now is to decide do I come out right up front with who I am or do I keep my identity a secret and toy with him until I am ready to reveal myself to him?

I pondered with what I would choose as I slid on my burgundy front lace up corset, lacing it just enough that my breast were still visible. I then shimmied into my black floral lace boy-shorts, along with the matching stockings. I gave a twirl in front of the full body mirror, looking from my plump puckered lips that were decorated in a faint pink color with translucent gloss on top, to my protruding breast that pushed the limits of my corset, all the way down to my ample yet supple ass that filled out the material of my boy-shorts.

I pined my hair up in, in a loose up do that with a pull of the ribbon my hair would come cascading down in a instant. It was a move that was sure to gain the attention of any man.

As I strolled to the door, the mask that laid out on my vanity caught my attention.

Do I wear it? 

Hell no! I rolled my eyes at the thought. He needs to know who I am and what he's getting himself into, that is if he decides to carry on with me.

I strutted down the hallway, high off of my adrenaline. Ready to concur the world and the night.

I entered the main dancing floor, where we all start out at the beginning of the night. The clock on the wall showed 9:21, only 9 minutes until opening. I got into position as the other girls took their positions. 

I sat the furthest from the entrance, siting in a open booth, that had just enough lighting to outline my silhouette, playing up my features.

The clock struck 10:00, and the doors were opened. In flooded the clients with their voracious appetite for live s****l entertainment.