“Wow, sugar you look as sweet as candy. Hey, that’s what your stage name will be, Candy Cane. Every time you walk out onto that stage, I want you sucking on one. You will lick it until all the men are so hard that they practically want to jump you the minute you step foot out there.” Mr. Knight says while the rock-hard erection in his pants salutes me.
It’s hard to not look down and stare at it, but I take one quick glance before I hear Trinity walk in and then Mr. Knight rushes out of the room. Trinity is a tall bleach blonde in her thirties, with long legs and short hair. Her boobs are so perky that I want to punch her, because mine have never been that way. I mean honestly, they must be fake for sure.
I’m hardly anything to look at compared to her, with my long chestnut hair and my brown eyes. Matter of fact, I look like every other girl out there. That’s why I find it hard to believe that men find me attractive.
They never seem to notice me any other time unless I really try to make them notice me. If I wear something extremely low cut or show off my assets, then yes, they will look. Otherwise, they never do.
Going back to the whole thing with Mr. Knight, I think it’s funny because I would have thought he was used to women looking sexy around him. Who knows, maybe not. Or maybe he always gets an erection and then takes care of it in his office or has someone finish him off.
“That schoolgirl outfit is the bomb, and it fits you so well honey.” Trinity smiles at me appreciatively and then starts to get ready for her number, right after mine.
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask while watching her strip down naked, before pulling on a skintight, black leotard.
She glances over at me and then suddenly starts to look serious for some reason. As she stares at me, I hesitate and then I begin to wonder if I should ask or not. If he does get an erection for all of them, then I wouldn’t feel special anymore.
Realizing that this is all so immature, in the end I find out the hard way, by asking. While standing up straight and stretching, I say in a quiet tone so no one else will hear me except for Trinity. “I noticed that Mr. Knight had a hard on for me when he left. Does he usually get them for all the other strippers too?” I regret asking, because the minute the words leave my mouth, she starts laughing so hard I thought she was going to have a heart attack.
“Are you shitting me right now?” She stares at me, even while laughing hard, but then she stops suddenly and states, “No. Boy, you can tell that you have never worked as a stripper before. See, Mr. Knight has owned this place for a while now and he sees so much nudity, that it doesn’t faze him one bit. If you think he developed a hard on for you, you are sadly mistaken. That is unless you intentionally were trying to. I could see him being tempted by you quickly actually. Last night, after you and your friend left, he had me give him head in the office. Because you didn’t.” She points at me, before shaking her head and licking her lips like she still has cum on them.
As she leans down to pick her shiny, blood red stilettos up and examine them closely, she asks, “Why do you ask, anyway?”
Watching her hands slide up her thighs and pull up her nylons, I answer quietly, “Because I was curious, that’s all. Last night I thought there was something between us, but I guess not if he had you blow him afterwards.” I shake my head and start to feel bad now.
With my confidence dropping by the second, I don’t know how I am ever going to go out there and attempt this tonight now. Before, I at least thought I was hot enough to turn him on. That would have given me the strength to go out there and show myself to everyone. Even if I made a fool of myself.
“Five minutes, kiddo.” An older gentleman with grey hair and a beard says louder than I would expect him to, after opening the door and peeking in.
He seems surprised that I am standing there, because then he continues by saying, “Oh, sorry. I thought Trinity was the only one dancing tonight. Who are you?”
“Apparently, my stage name is Candy Cane, but I am just plain Dani.” I state in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, as he stares at me with a humorous look on his face.
“Well, well. Candy Cane ay? Did Brandon pick that one out for you or did you come up with that one all by yourself?” He starts to laugh and then quiets down when Mr. Knight walks in right behind him.
“Are you ready for your first time?” He asks before smirking and then giving me a prize-winning smile.
The older gentleman turns around to face him and says, “Awe, her first time. Isn’t that cute.”
Turning back around to face me, he winks and then walks out of the room. It leaves me, Mr. Knight, and Trinity all alone. I am hoping she doesn’t say something about what I said to her, but of course she does, and it makes me blush. “Hey, you wouldn’t believe what Candy Cane here told me. Are you curious what she said?”
“Sure, what is it? We have a minute or two before she goes on.” He seems to be in a hurry to get out of there and right now I don’t blame him, honestly.
Trinity starts to blab about everything and then she says, “By the way, she thinks she gave you a stiffy. Did she? Come on, I am so curious because I thought that I was the only one who gets you off, baby.” As she says it, she strolls over to him and runs her fingers down his chest, while curling into his arms.
“That bitch!” Is all I can think of before Mr. Knight looks down at his watch and realizes it is time for the show to start.
Not knowing what to think, I find myself too busy worrying about having to walk out onto the stage and strip for a whole mess of perverts. So, as soon as the music starts, and I hear the rhythm and blues of Aretha Franklin, I strut my stuff out and start to do my thing without even thinking about it. It’s scary, but this comes so easy to me.While hearing “Today I Sing The Blues” In the background, I swing my body around the cold steel pole and straddle it. Then I grind my core against the slick metal up and down, till the man directly to the right of me cries out, “Oh, God baby. Let’s see it all. Please take it off.” By now, I feel numb enough to everything, that I stop thinking and just go on instinct.Rewarding the man with the jean jacket on and red hair for his attention, I slip down onto my knees and slide across the floor on my hands painstakingly slow. As I inch towards him, the other men start to yell, “Oh fuck no. Your mine and I have more money, baby.” While fanning
Hearing my phone in the next room, I briefly remember stumbling in last night after one of the worst nights of my life. Not only did Trinity prevail, but I was booted off the stage by Mr. Knight and now he feels bad for me. That isn’t something I ever wanted him to do. Matter of fact, it is the last thing he should be feeling for me after his lips almost touched mine.If Macy and Trinity hadn’t been there, God knows what might have happened. I could have ended up on my knees with his dick in my mouth. Or even bent over the couch in his office, waiting for him to fill me completely and take my virginity. Possibly, he could have even knocked all his things off his desk with one swipe of his arm. Like they do in all those seedy romance novels I used to read as a teenager.Will I become what I am afraid of? Or somehow will I manage to keep my morals? It is too early to tell. Judging by last night though, it makes me wonder if I was a good girl in the beginning. Or if I was a wo
It is noon by the time I get to the strip club, as I walk right in to find Mr. Knight and thank him personally. After all, I can only assume he did it because he is the only one that knew of my predicament. When he overheard me talking about it, he seemed so genuinely sad that I hadn’t come to him and asked for his help.“Hey, sugar what are you doing here?” Mr. Knight yells across the room, before I can see where he is.I turn towards his voice, to see him sitting at a table in the back of the club. He gestures for me to come closer and then I see her. A tall, tanned blonde girl in her early twenties, she is sitting right next to him and has a smirk on her face as I approach the table. Of course, not being able to see her hands might be part of it. My mind goes straight to the gutter and the first thing I think of is that she is stroking his ego if you get my drift. I laugh to myself and think, “Wow, she is a real winner.” She even has that orangish tint to her hair that you
It’s five minutes past six. I find that I am awaiting his arrival with a sense of anticipation that I haven’t felt since I was a small child. I don’t understand it, but this man makes me feel so alive every time I am near him. Especially when he touches me in ways that normally only a lover would. I’m sure he doesn’t realize it, but because he is in the business of dealing in naked women, he is used to touching them all over and not even giving a second thought to how the women feel about it. Remembering the first night the girls were showing me around, I watched him walk up to me and then he slipped his hand under my shirt and cupped my breasts, before he asked, “Size C?” Normally that kind of thing is reserved for a lover, not your boss.Of course, now I understand why he did it. Because the next time I saw him, he said, “By the way, your outfit is in back.” As it turns out, he was just measuring me up for the costume he wanted me to wear on stage the next night.However, th
“Do you like?” He asks while cocking his head and raising an eyebrow. Glancing around the room, I note the various senators and congressman who are sitting at a long table to my right as we enter the room and then someone who looks strongly like an actress, I have seen in quite a few movies off to my left at a secluded table towards the back. She is dressed in a lengthy pearl colored dress that fits like a second skin and almost shows all of it too. Her plunging neckline shows more than a hint of cleavage as she bends forward to take a bite of her lobster.I certainly have never been in such a fancy place as this one, and I am sure glad that I didn’t decide to wear something less classy. Because honestly, I would have stuck out like a sore thumb in a mini skirt and a halter top. I turn to Mr. Knight and smile before we are led to our table by a man in a nicely tailored grey suit and sapphire blue tie. His hair is cut short, but you can still see hints of grey at the roots. When
Teasing me throughout all of dinner, he finally says right before we leave, “Dani, I would be lying if I told you that I don’t want you right now. But Trinity would have me by the balls if I take you home tonight and she finds out. She is very possessive and right now she is my best dancer. I can’t afford to be making her mad. Do you understand?” His voice catches in his throat and then he swallows hard.I nod, and then he takes my hand. Leading me to the car, I follow him and the minute we reach it, he stops and turns to stare at me with a hunger in eyes that scares me. “I may not be able to take you home with me, but I may have a taste of you in the meantime.” He says in a husky voice before he moves towards me. Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he shoves me up against the car and then devours my mouth. His breath is heavy and fast as he kisses me so hard, I could swear I will have bruises tomorrow. Holding me still, I stare into his eyes and then find myself returning t
“Dani, I haven’t heard from you in two days. Are you alright?” Mom asks when I don’t say anything immediately.Somehow, she always knows there is something wrong, always. It’s almost as if she has a sixth sense for it. “Mom, I don’t know what to do.” I say softly, because no matter what I do, it doesn’t seem to work out.Walking over to the window, I scan the parking lot before going on. “I had sex with my boss last night. But what is worse is the fact that he has a girlfriend.” As I say it, I sigh and turn around to face her.“Oh, honey.” She says it with concern in her voice as she looks at me with such sadness in her eyes.Walking over to the bedside, I look down at her and then the tears cascade down my cheeks. Not knowing what to do, I sit on the edge of the bed and let her hold me for what seems like an hour. Finally, when I start to feel a little better, I look up into her knowing eyes.“I would quit, but I owe him for all your hospital bills. I’m afraid that if he want
When we first arrived at his place, he unlocked the front door and turned on the lights before I ever realized how big it was. In the dark, I couldn’t tell that this used to be an old warehouse. However, as we moved around the apartment to turn on all the lights, I got an eyeful the moment it was all illuminated. It is quite amazing and decorated with beautiful paintings, from many different art styles. I hardly would have guessed that he is a fine art collector, by his clothing and the people he associates himself with.Feeling his hands slide up the outside of my lower legs, I see his eyes peek up from between my feet. Deciding to do this the “right way” this time, his words not mine, he is taking tonight nice and slow. Cradling my foot in his hands, he leans down and licks my arch. When he does this, I nearly shiver from the strange sensations it creates in me. No one has ever touched me like he has before, and this makes me start to wonder if he does this with every woman.