After watching the first girl go on while sitting next to Macy, I decide to find Brandon and ask something that has been bugging me. Remembering back to when I found a box in the back of the closet with another woman’s name on it, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if there was another woman in his life? After all, why would he keep a box hidden in the closet? I can’t let it go or it will eat me up inside. Especially, after the display tonight.Walking up to the office, I hear him on the phone, so I quietly open the door and enter before shutting it behind me. Looking up from his desk, he fakes a smile as he begins to yell at someone on the other end, “How dare you? I paid for that. How can you just not deliver something I have already purchased and paid for?”I can already see the upset look on his face as he squints and then runs his fingers over his furrowed brow. Saying one more thing before he slams the phone down, “Just get it here, now!” He glances up at me and state
Waking up in Brandon’s arms, I find myself wondering how I am going to balance between being Mrs. Knight and yet still stay true to myself. After all, I have found out that my needs have changed, and I often wonder if I am not becoming a completely different person because of this stripping experience. Could it be that it has changed me beyond what I initially thought it had?While I lay here, I listen to Brandon’s soft snores before I climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. On the way, I glance at the mirror and am shocked at my appearance as I scamper past in hopes of making it to the bathroom in time. I must have drunk so much last night that I didn’t remember the rest of the night. Either way I look like hell and admittedly have even lost some weight over the last several weeks.As I rush to the bathroom, I stare at a small piece of paper poking out of his jacket and it makes me curious. So, after I finish my business and wash my hands, I tip toe back out and look over to wh
“Did you find a piece of paper that may have fallen out of my jacket pocket?” He asks hesitantly before climbing back onto the bed and running his fingers up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Glancing up at him, I swallow hard before answering flatly, “Yes. I threw it away because I called her and found out it was some chick you used to dick. I made sure she knew that you were married. Honestly, I shouldn’t have had to be the one to say this to her. You should have.” Sighing, he looks away into the corner of the room before he replies in a whisper, “I have always thought that there was something else she wasn’t telling me. When I found out she was pregnant, I needed to know. However, I will never completely know the truth now because I can’t contact her without that number.” Angrily, he looks down at me and then asks while sounding disgusted, “Why didn’t you just wake me up and ask me? Don’t you trust me? I mean, so many men touch you on that stage. The way you acted la
“Dani. Can you please come here for a second?” My mom says with a worried tone to her voice from the next room, as I wash the mud out of my plaid mini skirt.Today, I had gone on my first date with Kelley, and it ended horribly. We were riding along the path, when suddenly the horse reared up violently and I fell off. I looked like I had never ridden before. "That’s what I get for trying to ride on her sideways." I murmur under my breath while walking out the door.If I had gone with my instincts and straddled Jane like I usually did, I would have been just fine. Of course, it all ended with me on my ass in the mud and feeling embarrassed about it. Of course, it had to happen on my 20th birthday.Remembering the hungry way Kelley looked at me, I find myself shaking my head in disbelief. I just can't believe that he helped me up afterwards and then leaned forward to kiss me hard on the lips. When he did, he grabbed my breasts and then said in a husky voice, “Dani, I want you.”
After a long night in the hospital waiting room and several cups of coffee later, a doctor in his fifties with silver hair and glasses, finally walks out and tells me what is happening. “Are you Dani Robinson?” He asks in a very flat tone, while he checks his watch for the time.I raise my head and glance at him over the magazine to say, “Yes. Why?” In an apprehensive voice.“Your mother has had a heart attack and will need to stay in the hospital for several weeks if not longer. We had to open her chest and there is always the risk of reoccurring heart attack, stroke, or infection. The question is who will be paying for this? Our insurance department has informed us that she does not have any.”My heart sinks when I hear the news because there is no way I can come up with thousands of dollars. The only money I have is from my part-time job at the creamery down the street from here. If they made me a manager, maybe I could swing it, but otherwise not in a million years. Frown
On the drive home, I think about everything the doctor said. Is that really the only way? Should I do it?It goes against everything my mother has always instilled in me, and yet there is something intriguing about what he suggests. So intriguing, that I am willing to investigate it further and possibly even pursue it. The only thing that bothers me about stripping, however, is the fact that so many men think that you are willing to do anything to be paid. That is simply not the case for me.If I go down that path, I must make sure to not keep going into the abyss. Because once you take that step, you never return. I remember one time a while back, I had to go into the city at night for my mother’s medications. There were women lining the streets with their pimps in the bad parts of town. As I drove by, I saw cars pulling up to the curbs, and then the women flocking to them. That is what pops in my head, when I think of strippers and what it all leads to afterwards. Pulling
Rolling my eyes, I turn to see an extremely handsome man with short, styled, black hair staring back at me. His eyes are so dark brown that it appears that they are black. Even though I usually don’t like men with a beard and mustache, he looks so hot with it, that I would melt in his hands if he touched me. This man oozes sex from every pore of his body. So much so, that when he accidently brushes my cheek with his hand, goosebumps instantly form on my arms. When I continue to stare at him, I notice that he glances down at my dress and just stares. Realizing why, I try to fold my arms across my chest, but he is standing so close, I can’t move without touching him. Admittedly, the reason why he is staring at my chest and licking his lips, is because my nipples are so hard that they are poking through the thin fabric of my dress. That I can’t help right now, because he has this strange effect on me and if he keeps standing there, I may do an audition right here for him. I must
“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 reall