Midnight Desire

ONE

Anabel

I curled my fingers around the pole, smiling as I looked at the patrons of the club inching forward as I shook my ass at them.

I lived for this. I loved this. My life might be a mess but this was where it all made sense. I loved how the men looked at me with their roaming, devouring eyes as if they couldn't wait to get their hands on me and get more of me.

We all knew that wasn't ever going to happen but I loved the attention all the same as they made me feel like I was a goddess they would like to worship.

I felt appreciated in here as if I mattered and was more than what I really was.

I loved the attention and how sexy they made me feel. I loved the way the men looked at me and groaned in ectasy and I did more moves because of that. I curled my finger tighter around the club as if I had my legs wrapped around the length of a man and leaned backwards, my brown hair tilting forward to show my pretty neck.

I began to slide up and down the pole, as if I was riding a dick. I imagined myself saying that. I moaned softly in tune to the background music playing softly in the club. I released one of my hands from the pole and let it wander down to my core, and stroked myself with it.

The men went crazy as they watched me finger myself as I danced. I did this, turning them on and smiling as I did. Hot Haven was an upscale bar for the richest people in town and only business owners, heirs and wealthy tycoons could afford it.

This were men who controlled moves and commanded respect in the outside world but in here, they were a bunch of horny teenagers thinking with their penises rather than the genius brains the rest of the world knew them for.

I loved that I made those high men act like beasts. I loved that I was part of those who knew this part of them that was hidden to the rest of the world. Of course, I wouldn't breathe a word about this to any soul. I had signed a non-disclosure form before I took this job. I was not even to think about the clients after leaving the club, much more talk of them.

I tuned back to the men and the dance. I shifted my panties through the low skirt I was wearing and pushed my finger in so deep I could swear I felt impaled by it. I fucked myself hard with my finger, moaning loudly as I enjoyed myself and entertained them.

Some of the men had lost it and were pushing themselves off the chair they were seated on and inching forward. I could see the frustration on their faces that they couldn't go beyond that. Some had their hands on their trousers and were teasing themselves through the clothes. It was no doubt that they had huge erections and I was glad that I had done that to them. I was filled with pride. I wasn't the best erotic dancer in hot haven without a reason.

I teased them further, shaking on the pole as if I was having an orgasm, teasing them further and increasing their torture knowing that they couldn't touch me. The club had a strict code for protecting her employees. I was a stripper and not a prostitute and would never be pimped out to any client regardless of how much he offered to the management.

I stopped and let go of the pole the moment the music stopped and bowed to them, my legs as stable as the roots of a tree and the look on my face as cool as anything else as if I hadn't been fingering myself crazy a moment ago. The crowd cheered, going crazy and my smile got wider, soaking up all the attention.

I knew what it was that turned them on more. It was the reality that I could turn the whole room and still remain impassive after my performance as if it was just that. They loved the twist, the challenge and I did more of that whenever I was on stage. I had no doubt that my bonus tonight would be fat as well.

I looked over the crowd and my breath caught in my throat. That was when I noticed him. That was where it all began. That was when my life changed and became the mess that it was, a mess that I would do all over again if I had the chance.

I was never affected by clients as I preferred to think of them as faceless beings whose shouts and groans encouraged me on stage to do better so I could earn more. This time, it was different. I looked at the man and for some reasons, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He couldn't keep his eyes off me as well and it seemed like he was boring holes into my soul. The show was over and some of the patrons already had their minds on other things, talking to one another about a business deals and something else - after all, they were here for the connection as well - but this man still had his eyes on me.

He looked at me like he would love to suck me all over, lick me like I was a candy made especially for him and fuck me all hard and rough till I orgasmed truly.

I wouldn't have noticed him if I hadn't been looking around the club. He wasn't white and was seated in far corner of the club, twisting a glass of whisky in his black hands as he fixed a lusty state at me.

His eyes smiled at me when he realized I was looking at him. He had a naughty grin on his face and my heart started beating in my chest. He seemed like someone who could fuck me till I lost my composure and cool. He stared as if he would like me to come to that corner where he was so we could put that little theory to test. Oh boy, I groaned.

That really made me feel hot without a doubt. I wanted to jump his bones and it took me a lot of effort to not stare back at him as if I wouldn't mind fucking him in front of all these people if only he would have him.

He had this confident aura around him that must have come from being rich and knowing he could have anything that he wanted. It must be really good to be rich. I had no doubt that this man wanted me. He was hot and I was burning hot for him.

This was crazy. I had never done this before. I had never felt like this for a client before. I wondered if I had turned myself more than was needed on the pole and that was why I was reacting to him.

There was nothing special about this man. He wasn't the first man to look at me like they would like to eat me raw. They all did and I shouldn't be bothered about him. I was overreacting and yes, that was it.

I cleared my throat and looked away from him before I started blushing. I would hate to turn red here and have everyone see me look like a tomato. I would break my long-lasting record of being a professional and impassive record if I did that.

And for what? For a man I didn't know. He was just like the other clients, even though he had a gaze that threatened to pull me into the darkness with him.

I bowed one last time to the crowd and left the stage. Everything that had happened there after I was done dancing had been in a minute but with the way I was breathing hard, it felt like I had been climbing a mountain for the past seven hours.