The Billionaire And The Contracted Stripper

It was a cold night in Los Angeles. Club Doridego was open for business as always. The interior of the club was decorated with red and blue velvet curtains and dazzling lights to showcase its opulence, surrounded around the strip club were beckoning tasty rich and wealthy men both old and young who came to spend cash in return for ecstasy and excitement which the seductive naked ladies offered to them. There was the intoxicating smell of cigarettes and scents of expensive perfumes, the ladies danced around with confidence as they obeyed the tone of the music represented by their bodies. I was dancing in the main stage with all eyes glazing at me, I knew every core of stripping and I danced according to the beat of the calm music surrounding my legs around the pole, my body was what one can called flexibility, as I danced around the pole passing seductive passes at the men staring at me, they threw dollars around my pole, some even ignored the rest strippers around them and concentrated on me. I was one of the classical dancers, we were way different from the girls in the amateur dance team, the amateur dancers were the major strippers who revealed their breasts allowing the men to touch them out of control. While the classical dancers had the right to do whatever they wanted like half-dressed, not fully naked, wear a mask to strip and have a private lap dance if any one requests for us. Life at the club wasn't all fun aside from the good money and tips. It wasn't all easy, you have to bear the men's indulgences sometimes to avoid a query from one's supervisor. All eyes were still fixed on me as I danced and danced, when I was done there was a round of applause for me, the club owner gave me a smile, I was given a signal which meant I had a private section with a client in the VVIP room. The VVIP room was for men with class and wealth. I quickly turned to use the restroom. While I was done I glanced at the mirror looking at myself thinking of the kind of client that awaits me in the VVIP. I got the courage, moved into the VVIP section only to find a quacky old man in his 50s licking his lips holding a couple of dollars in his hands in a bid to attract me. I moved closer to him, I was uncomfortable with the way he looked at me as if he wanted to eat me immediately, I swung my legs wide open around the pole for him, he felt like he was about to descend to heaven as he watched me do that. I danced around the pole then sat on top of him giving him a lap dance, he threw some dollars at me as I gave him a lap dance. I noticed he was hard like a rod, I ignored checking my wristwatch, I had to only spend 30 minutes on a VVIP client except he requests for another thirty minutes. As I danced and glare at my wristwatch I knew it was time to wrap it off, as I turned to face him, his face was already beaming with excitement, he began to touch me, he first touched my side boob, I ignored then he touched the other almost holding it, I declined immediately. "You are not supposed to do that!" I said in defence "What if I pay you?" He asked as he raised the bundle of dollars which were in his laps before, he just sat there raising the cash still trying to impress me. "I'm only here to dance and that's it" I told him "That's okay. Just dance" he said, I moved to him thinking about how to dance quickly with the remaining time I had, as I continued the lap dance, he held on to my waist, I protested by removing his hands from mine, as i did that he hijacked me by my neck pushing me to the sofa finding his way inside my panties, I screamed for help as I struggled to reach the bing button which was placed there in this kind of emergency. I managed to reach the button by pressing it, I struggled with him, he was way too strong for me, I kicked him in his groain, he shouted "you b***h!" he said, slapping me heavily. Two hefty bouncers immediately entered the VVIP taking him off me, I was already in tears, as they took him off me he was panting and cussing me. "You dirty w***e!" "You b***h. I will deal with you. b***h" he cussed "Are you okay?" A voice which came around the door asked me, I nodded that I was fine, it was my manager. As I arranged my torn bra and panties, he ordered some girls to pick the cash on the floor, that was the only thing they cared for, just money. "Take the rest of the night off" he said, handing me my pay for the night. I collected the cash snappily headed into the bathroom, as I wiped my face, tears rolled down my eyes, I felt miserable and frustrated for being treated that way. But this wasn't my first time I have had several unimaginable encounters in the past, I was pointed a gun one time by a British accent man who ordered me to suck his d**k for money or he pulls the trigger another time a client hit my head on the pole because I refused him to touch my breast. The recent s****l abuses in the club made the club owner employ hefty bouncers to secure the club and as thus the bing button was installed. I took off my stripping lingeries, put on a dark long sleeve shirt, opened my locker and headed home. It was already 11pm, as I walked home I thought about how long I was going to work at the strip club, it was already 6 years and I was still a stripper, I couldn't find any decent good paying job around to meet the high cost of living.I was fidgeting and couldn't wait to get home to have a long sleep, it was already few minutes past 11 and there was no taxis to board around and the train station was far from me. As I wished to reach home quickly I needed a quick shortcut home. There was one shortcut to my apartment but it was always dark, it was closed to the shelter house for homeless people. I reached for my phone in my bag, switched on the flashlight as I passed through the shortcut. As I walked passed a dilapidated building I was scared by a cat sound "Oh my God!" I shouted in shock as I watched the cat meowed and depart from me "Dammit it's just a cat" I said as I continued walking, the place was siren and I could see no one, I walked quickly arriving at an abandoned mechanic shop. I saw two guys smoking and they both looked at me signalling at each other. I knew this was the time I had to run faster, I knew I was in trouble, my house was just a few blocks from them. As I turned facing another direction they followed my every step and when I noticed they were following my every move, I increased my walking step and they also did. I ran faster, they did too, I ran panting in fear and I thought I lost them, as I ran I didn't see the blockage in front of me, I fell in pain. There you are b***h!" One of the guys said moving close to me "She's pretty" the other said also moving close to me "s**t!" I said to myself, I knew I was going to get r***d and I was scared to death, as I pant for help the only way I could resolt to was the pepperspray in my bag. As one was ripping my clothes I quickly reached for my bag grabbed the can, sprayed it on him, he screamed in pain and for help, I quickly dodged from the other and ran as fast as I could from them. As I ran I was crying heavily, tears flown from my cheeks as I ran without stopping and looking back.