LAP DANCING THE BLIND HOT BILLIONAIRE

The Arora Cruiser.

Probably the most expensive and luxurious boat cruisers summer had ever been on.

A rich billionaire was throwing a party at sea and had booked over thirty-five hot strippers to paint the night red.

Summer Frits, known by her stage name, Teddy sat before the make-up table, staring at her reflexion as the make-up artist did the finishing touches on her face.

Her boss stood behind her, a cigarette burning at the end of his lips. He hung around to ensure his star stripper was well dressed and presentable.

Riggs London owned KISSES, the most exclusive and expensive stripper club in Las Vegas. He's rubbed shoulders with world top billionaires and politicians whom frequented his club every evening. Tonight, he had left his club in the hands of his assistant manager at Las Vegas and had flew to Miami for this very special occasion.

London couldn't believe his ears when the call came in earlier that morning. Killian Zeke, the billionaire tycoon and founder of Killian cars, was throwing a secret quiet party at sea in Miami and was in need of thirty-five strippers and London's most expensive stripper.

London wasted no time. The pay for this gig was worth six hundred thousand dollars for just a night.

"The guy digs for redheads," London said, blowing smoke in the air. "You won't need to wear your blonde wigs since you're a red head. Just be yourself and act natural, Frits."

Summer smiled seductively at her image and adjusted her top which showcased half her breasts.

"Lucky him," she stood to her feet and faced her boss. "What's he like, Darling?"

London girls usually calls him by his nickname 'darling'. He snorted. "How I'm I suppose to know? That's what you're going to find out tonight. This guy's a big shot. You can't imagine how big. You go out there and do your thing. Don't ask questions. I heard he's not the talking type. If he likes you, he might be generous. You never can tell."

That's right. Killian Zeke was a mysterious man. No one knew what he looked like. He rarely came under the press cameras but his name and influence was widely recognized around the globe. London hoped tonight, his star stripper, Summer might be able to get a close up on Zeke with a good description of what he looked like.

Wearing her white Arctic fox coat over her shoulders, Summer puckered her lips and stretched her neck.

"It's showtime," she whispered under her breath and catwalked out of the dressing room, swaying her hips slowly and gracefully.

London watched her leave, a bored expression on his face. He had taught her well. He remembered how she first started working for him. It almost seemed like yesterday. She was a nobody but today she was his most sought after stripper. The money she floods in every night were outrageous. Men loved her so much they splurge recklessly on her. She had a figure that could even drive a monk to temptation and there was that seductive aura she gives off whenever she steps into the room that captures the very heart of men.

Summer was all about dishing out lusts and forbidding pleasures. And she was just twenty.

"She'd do just fine," he thought aloud, flicking his cigarette out the window into sea while he made a stiff drink. "No, she's already done well. Nothing could spoil such a profitable evening. Nothing at all."

Summer took the long walk to her client's private room. She could hear the loud music and girls squealing with excitement up ahead her.

That could have been her, she thought grumpily. She could have be up there with the girls having fun. Unfortunately, she was stuck with this mysterious wealthy tycoon.

She wasn't looking forward to this. She had a bad headache and was under her bed duvets when London rang her up to get dressed for Miami.