The Fabulous Life of Mrs Ava Petrakis

Emilia's POV

I held the pole tightly as my body moved to the rhythm of the music. The spotlight was fixed on me, and the men's eyes stayed glued to my skin like I had cast a spell on them.

I wasn't uncomfortable despite being half naked. I loved the control I had over the so-called elite men; It gave me pleasure seeing them look helpless and thirsty with desire.

I was still performing when the crowd shifted. A man in a grey tuxedo walked in. His black hair was curled and bouncy, his dark shades prevented me from seeing his eyes. The entire room seemed to pivot around him.

He took off his glasses, and he raised his gaze to me. For the first time since I've been on the stage, I seemed vulnerable. He wasn't just looking at me- it felt like he was piercing my soul.

He sat at a front-row seat, his eyes still on me. A waiter poured him a drink which he sipped effortlessly.

At that moment, I lost control. Not wanting anyone to notice, I stepped down from the pole, and I fixed my mask. His cold stare made me think my mask had fallen off.

I walked into my dressing room, releasing a deep breath as the door shut close behind me. Damn.

A knock came on the door rather too fast.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's Justin."

Justin!

I opened up the door for him. He walked in with a smug on his face.

"Ohh sweetie, I have something for you," he said in his normal gayish manner.

"What's it again?" I asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Don't sound like that."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"A VVIP wants you to give him a private show."

"A VVIP?" I confirmed.

"Yes darling. He is willing to pay anything. This is his first time here, and I guess you hypnotized him," Justin added.

"I thought we agreed that I won't do private shows."

I didn't hesitate to show my discomfort.

"Baby, this is really important, you don't have to take off your mask. He just wants to see your sexy body."

"No. I wouldn't do this, it was never part of our agreement."

"Should I beg you Lina? This is really important... Please, pretty please," Justin pleaded as he put his palms together to show his sincerity.

Oh God! He was really convincing.

"Fine, only 15 minutes," I folded my hands across my chest.

"Cool. I'd let him know. Thank you. I will reward you nicely," he said with a wink before leaving the room.

I wasn't in for the money, I do not strip generally for money either. It goes a long way back.

I stood before my dressing mirror, and I fixed my hair.

I'd just get this over with.