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The smoke hovers in the room like a fog, leaving only the outline of different men around the stage as I walk to the center of the stage. Dangerous woman by Arianna Grande fills the room as I spin around the pole, lifting my body into the air, before sliding back down to my heels. I roll my neck, flinging my hair up over my head in a seductive move that results in a few whistles as I continue my dance. I untie the bikini top and allow it to fall slowly off, revealing my bare chest to the audience. I've done this so many times that even though I hate every second of it, there is no self consciousness to overcloud my movements. The music continues and I move my hips to the beat. I crawl and move around the stage in a way that always drive men crazy, offering them a sexy smirk and a view of my barely covered ass. Money is shoved in the side of my thong. I remind myself over and over again to not make eye contact when I am this close. It only makes me feel awkward and self conscious. I go back to the pole, grinding and swinging my body, when something that sounds like a growl sounds over the music. I stumble a little at the interruption, but I can't afford a bad night. Rent is due in a few days. I continue the dance until the song ends. I do one more round on the stage, before collecting my top and walking backstage. I stare at my reflection in the mirror before freshening up. My eyes hold no emotion but that is nothing new for when I am Roxy. Now that my dance is done, it is time to interact with the audience. Sometimes it is easy and they just get nervous and want to look. Other times they pay extra for a lap dance and I have to put all emotions away and just get it over with. The club is pretty busy today as I make my way to the bar in my skimpy bikini. I drag my hand slowly across men's shoulders and grab their arms gently as I pass by, offering a flirty smile and a wink when they look. Most of the men are talking to other dancers or among themselves, with the exception of three guys in a the corner booth. The lighting is to low to make out any facial features, but I can tell that two of the guys are staring at the table like it is the most interesting thing in the world, while the third talks to Desmond, the owner. It's weird that they aren't watching Sapphire on stage or talking with any of the girls. My attention is brought back to the customer talking to me. I can tell he wants to touch Me, but the rules are in place so he can't. I feel a hand on my elbow and I am gently pulled around to face Desmond. His suit just as crisp as ever and his hair gelled back like he is working on Wall street rather than a strip club thousands of miles away. I try not to gag as his spicy cologne fills my nose, that's the one thing I can't seem to get use to. "Hey Roxs, private dance. Room 3" I take a deep breath before turning to the small hallway that leads to the private rooms. I shake my hair out again and rub my lips together, giving them a little more color. The hallway is painted this horrible pistachio green color with pictures of random girls hung along the walls. I take a deep breath and walk in. All the private rooms look the same. A small stage with a pole sits in the center and a blue two-seater couch along the wall. I almost stumble in my heels at what is waiting for me on the small blue couch. His brown hair is short and I can tell that he'd been running his hand through it. He would easily stand at 6'3 if he was standing and I let my eyes wonder, hoping he won't notice. He is wearing dark wash jeans and a blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I can see the muscle definition under the shirt and I bite my lip a little. He has light stubble along is defined jaw and his pink lips are just begging to be kissed. But it is his milk chocolate brown eyes that hold my gaze the longest. It's like he can see straight to my soul and knows all of my secrets. I'm snapped out of my trance when he breaks our gaze and starts to look me over. In this light, his eyes look almost black as he appraises me. I can't help the light blush that rushed to my cheeks under his gaze. My heart is beating so fast I feel it will leap out if my chest. Just don't make eye contact again and it will be over soon. I keep repeating in my head, hoping it will help keep me keep Roxy in control. "Hey, Handsome" I say in my seductive voice. I walk towards him, my heart beat increasing in tempo with each step I take. I place my hand on his warm, Jean clad thigh, rubbing slow circles while I move to stand between his legs. I press my other hand to his body, feeling his firm chest against my palm and I let out an involuntary moan. His musky cologne floods my nose and for a minute I lose Roxy. I fight to wipe out my emotions as I feel my knees go a little weak. "You're making it really hard to control myself, kitten" his voice sends a pleasurable shiver to my spine. I would be so happy to just sit here and listen to him say random words for the next five minutes. But I am at work and he paid for me to do a job. This will be the worse lap dance ever if I don't reign myself in and let Roxy back out. I bite my lower lip in response before turning and sitting gently in his lap, moving my hips in a circle. He groans in response, but grips my hips to stop me. I'm not supposed to let him touch me, but the minute his hands came in contact with my bare skin, tingles erupted causing me to gasp. I love the feeling. "Please behave, kitten." His warm breath fanned on my skin as he whispered in my ear. He lifted me gently off his lap and set me next to him. His hands leaves a trail of tingles as he skims down my legs, hooking behind my knees and moving them to drape over his legs. His warm hand staying on my knee. "Why did you buy a private dance if you don't want me?" Confusion written all over my face and laced in my tone. "Oh, I want you, Kitten. You have no idea" his voice was so low that I would have sworn it was a growl. His thumb makes tingly circles on my knee, forcing me to really focus on what he said. I am even more confused now. "What's your name, Kitten?" "Roxy" my voice came out in a breath and by the smirk on his face, he knew that it was him affecting me. He chuckled before turning serious. "I mean your real name" I know what he meant, but I will not give him my real name. It's one of the rules. I shouldn't have even stopped dancing in the first place. When did my mask fall? I breath and force the emotions back. I slowly shake my head no and take my legs off his. I stand to face him, running my hands down his chest to his toned stomach and back up. I lean my body against his, carefully brushing my lips against his ear. "What's your name?" I whisper before nipping his earlobe once. "Colton" it sounded more like a groan and I smiled internally, keeping Roxy seductive on the outside. I put my knees on either side of his legs and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck, careful not to actually rub against him. "Colton, I like it" I moaned softly before biting my lower lip again. I can tell his hands are itching to touch me, but he knows he's not allowed. His eyes are dark with lust and something else I can't quite place. "Say my name again, Kitten" "Colton, Your time is up." I kiss his cheek gently before standing and walking to the door. I turn and give him a flirty wink before disappearing back into the club.