Chapter Five:

"Cheers!" Brie and I shouted together while Connie, the cute bartender with curly chocolate hair and hazel eyes poured us another shot of whiskey.

"Bottom's up, bitch!" Brie hissed and gulped her drink in one sip. "Wow, that burns." she whispered and slammes the cup on the bar. "Pour me another glass of happiness!"

"Alright!" Connie cheered and did what she was told. "You're in a good mood tonight." Connie muttered while Brie finished the shot of whiskey. "What's with her?" Connie asked me, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

"I have no idea." I mumbled as I stares at my best friend with a questioning look on my face.

"Damn! I love Wednesday nights!" Brie shouted and clapped her hands together. "Pour me another drink, honey!" and she poibted at the empty cup.

"Slow down." I told Brie and waved my hand at Connie to stop pouring drinks to our friend.

Brie ran her hand through her blond hair and smiled widely at us. She was unusually happy tonight and it's only eleven o'clock in the evening.

"I just made three thousand dollars in the V.I.P. room just for myself." she cheered and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured herself a cup.

I stared at her with my eyes wide open in shock. Sure, there were okay nights and there were good nights, but this was a great night for Brie so far.

"Congrats!" I said to her. And I trully meant it. We worked hard and we deserved those money, just like every other working humna being on this planet... Just that our job was a little bit unusual. "Who were the generous people?"

I was a bit concerned, because not a lot of men could afford something like that. And if there were men who have her that amount of money meant they weren't just some conuters or lawyers, they were V.I.P. guests.

"Some Wall Street guys. I don't care. What I care about is they were very very generous."

By the grossed look on her face I guess they weren't in their mid 30's or 40's, but a little bit older. I didn't like older men over a certain age. Most of them were gross, a little bit fat, gray hair, even from their ears and I didn't like the idea of them touching my body.

"Were they cool?" Connie asked with curiosity.

"They paid well and I didn't pay much attention to them. All I saw was they were dressed in very expensive suits. We talked a little and then I danced for them. That's all."

"Okay, cool." Connie mumbled and wipes a glass cup with a white cotton napkin.

Around one o'clock in the morning I was called on the pole. I twirled on the stage and smiled at the men who were staring at me with hunger in their eyes, some of them were drunk, some of them sober, but one thing they had in common. They couldn't have me.

Then I took a strong grip of the pole and started dancing. The men around me cheered and threw money at me. I laughed and blew them a kiss, which made them throw more. Men loved the attention. And Brie was absolutely right, Wednesday nights rock.

"I love you, guys!" I shouted at the men while I was doing the ballerina move then I got off the pole.

I slowly started walking towards the men with a seductive look on my face. I slowly stepped down the stairs and most of them put cash in my black panties and bra. They all clapped their hands and nodded their heads in approval, while I was passing by them.

I made my way to the changing Room and unlocked my locker. I grabbed another set of lacy strings and bra, this time in red. I put the money in my bag and return it to the locker.

I just changed into my new outfit when the club momma came in and smiled at me.

"Get ready, Jackie. You are called in the private room." she said and smirked at me. "And he's hot." should this matter to me? No.

But that intrigued me a little. I liked the young guys and it was easier for me to communicate with them.

V.I.P. room... Whatever happens there, stay there. And rules were no sex with the dancers, no violation, no insults towards us.

The security guy Brad, who was tall and muscular like a mountain, gave me a nod, which meant that the person who was waiting for me was cool.

But for the few years I spent in here as a stripper, I had only four times complained from customers at the V.I.P. room, because either they were groping me in my private area or breasts or they were getting their dicks out of their pants and wanting more than a private dance. And these things were against the rules. And those who broke them were kicked out and banned for forever. Men who came here had to respect the dancers.

Now that makes me think about touchy Brian, but he never really broke the rules so I guess he's okay.

"Are you okay?" Brad asked me with concern.

Was I okay? Yeah. I was just feeling weird about this one. I had this weird feeling that something was definitely odd about this customer.

"Yeah." I mumbled and got inside the private room.

The lights were dim purple. On the couch was sitting a young man in dark denim jeans, white botton shirt and black suit coat. His shoes looked expensive and so his watch. Rolex. Brand new Rolex. He was tall and very muscular. His dark hair was cut short and he had those warm chocolate eyes that could make you melt on the second. That square jaw of his was begging to be licked and bit. He was definitely hot. And those tiny pink lips looked soft and in the same time rough.

I smield at him seductively and he returned with a playful smirk. Then he pointed at me to get closer. Did I want that? Hell yes! He looked hot, which made me feel things. But he was a client and nothing that we both could do must not break the rules.

So I just giggled at him and stepped towards him. I sat slowly and gently on the table and smiled at him playfully, then I slightly parted my legs just to give him a short view of my covered private area and caressed my breasts gently. That made him smirk in approval.

I watched him how he took a sio from his drink, while he rested his other arm on the back of the couch. Then I got up from the table and started dancing slowly, swaying my hips into a circular motion, while my hands roamed from my breasts to my neck.

I heard him take a deep breath and his eyes turned into shades darker. Then he put the cup on the table and I felt his fingers gently caress my thigh up until they reached my hip bone.

That made me lose my breath as I felt electricity hit my body on the places his fingers touched me. And I think he felt it too, because he chuckled playfully.

I continued with my slow moves and roamed my hands down my body until they reached my belly. That's when I felt his hand on my butt cheek and I gasped the second he squeezed it. That threw me on his lap into a straddling position and I moaned when I felt his hands on my waist.

We were slowly almost breaking the rules. And being around him felt good. The previous feeling I had before I stepped into the private room vanished and now is replaced with sexual desire. His every touch sent my body on fire and drove me crazy.

We were just a few inches apart and I could feel his warm breath on my face. I squealed when he squeezes my butt cheeks with his strong hands. That made him groan quietly, but he sounded like a beast.

I could slowly melt on top of him if he wanted me to. And he could. He rubbed his nose in my cheek, then he ended up taking deep scent of my neck. But I had to keep my sanity, for the sake of me, my job and him, no matter how bad I wanted him.

"You are not allowed to do any of that." I told him with a husky voice full of desire.

"Am I?" he asked me with a husky voice too. That voice sent a jolt of desire in the lot of my stomach.

"Yeah." I murmured and rubbed my lips on his cheek, which made him suck a deep breath and squeeze my thighs so hard that could leave a mark. His mark, I thought.

"I think I can do that." he chuckled and caressed my skin gently with his rough hands. His touch made me shiver in desire and I did a big circular motion on his lap. "You're driving me crazy."

But his voice was different. He had an accent, but I couldn't decipher what kind of. He had money, good looks, accent. He was top one. But something was really off about him and I could feel it.

"It's my thing to drive men crazy." I mumbled in his ear and with each word I spoke, my lips brushed his earlobe. That made him throw his head back and squeeze my thighs harder than before.

"Krasivaya suka." he mumbled with his eyes closed.

He was russian. That's what my mind screamed in my head. Sexy, hot, devilish russian.

"You are definitely worth my money." he said quietly with heavy accent and rubbed my thigh with his hand. "But I'd like to have more." then he looked into my eyes with passionate desire.

"You are not allowed to do that either." I told him and ran my hands up his arms until they reached his shoulders. "You are tense."

"Because you're driving me crazy, suka."

I knew what that meant and I wasn't one, but he was the one who was paying me for this private dance. Of course he'd want more.

"I want more, suka." he groaned and rubbed his hard on on my sensitive core. That made me moan loud. "So you want me too. Let's make things easy." he suggested and smirked.

"We are not allowed to do that." I said, this time looking at him straight in the eyes.

"I know we can't do it in the club, but how about my apartment or a hotel room, huh?!" and he rubbed his chin with his fingers and licking his lower lip.

"I don't get that closer with customers."

He caressed my body from my thighs, then my waist, he slowly passed by my breasts, then my neck and ended up cupping my face with his hands.

"Krasivaya." he mumbled with desire in his voice. "Please, give me one night." but I shook my head in denial.

"If you want to see me again, come to the club. I'm here every night." and I pulled away from him and finally stepped on my feet.

"I will, Krasivaya." he finally said with a gentle smile on his face.

I felt cold without him and I didn't even realized he was radiating heat. I missed that, but I had to step away from him. It was what my sanity told me to do and I liked to be sober in my thoughts. I made that mistake once and I don't want to make it again. No matter how much I wanted him and felt that pull towards him like a magnet, I knew I had to step away.

He pulled money from the inside pocket of his coat and placed it on the table. Then he stood up, caressed my cheek one more time and left.

But he was different, he felt different. He was like Brian or Zack. I needed him close to me again to heat my body one more time, because now I finally realized what I missed through these few years. I missed human warmth.