1 Chapter One

Ella's POV

"Mmmmm.... oh yea, that hits the spot....mmmmm." He groaned, enjoying his time. I most certainly was not.

"Give me a blow job." he requested and I shook my head.

"Sorry, can't do that. You have only paid for one hour of lap dancing with me." I looked down at the watch on my wrist and smirked, "and unfortunately for you, my time is up." I said, getting off of him.

"Please, I will pay you more." I shook my head.

"Apologizes, but the rule here is you can't get the same lady twice. you can pay for someone else, I'm sure there is a lady better then me." with that, I turned and walked towards the bar.

"Eh, Theif. How was it, you make lot?" I shrugged and pulled out some money from my bra.

"Not really, he didn't have much in his wallet. Smart man, you should never carry more then you want to give at a club, never know what theif will be around." I said and gave him a wink.

"Alright, alright. anyways, why don't you put your treasure in the staff room. After you are needed in room 305." the bartender said as he dried a glass, "He's a bigshot, paying a lot of money. The dude made a request to send our best."

"Okay, did he request any drinks to be brought up?"

"Already had someone bring them up." I nodded and left to put my money away and to get ready.

I strutted down the halls of the building, all the way on the third floor. looking for the room that I am suppose to be in. It wasn't long before I made it. I stood at the door and knocked before hearing a "come in."

I had black, six inch stilettos, a black, lacy set of lingerie and a black, silk, see-through robe. My makeup was seductive, while my hair was tightly in a neat bun.

I slowly twisted the door knob and walked in. My hips swayed at the slow rythm I was walking while my feet stepped one in front of the other like a model. I looked at the bed to see him there. The person I am suppose to entertain, laying seductively with a glass of champagne in his hand.

"Welcome." his deep voice spoke, it was like heaven. He had dark black. His skin was slightly tanned and I could see his six pack. He didn't have a shirt on, nor did he wear the robe that is offered in each room.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I am definitely not paying you to stand there and just stare at me." he smirked.

I closed my eyes and silently prayed. This was going to be a hot, steaming, long night. Somehow, I found the strength to move towards the bed.

I slowly opened my eyes to the bright sun that was shining through the window. I covered my eyes and went to turn over. That is when I realized that there was something preventing my movements. My eyes shot opened and I turned to my head to see what it was... or who it was.

my breath got stuck in my tongue as I realized I made a grave mistake. I am not suppose to spend the whole night with the clients, I am just supposed to have sex with them.

I carefully started to move away, sliding underneath his arm. Once I successfully did it, I got off the bed and started picking up my belongings. There was a new robe in the room, one that is for me, once I was done. I took it and put it on. I looked at the man sleeping on the bed and sighed before I went to the door.

I noticed that his suit jacket was hanging there, something that I didn't notice yesterday. I looked back at the man to make sure he was asleep and went to the jacket. I stuck my hand in one of the pockets, nothing. I went to the other pocket, and when I felt something in it, I heard a cough.

I panicked and quickly took my hand out. Shit!

"Is that what you are told to do? Sleep with you clients, and then steal their stuff?" I quickly turned my head to face him.

"I-it's not what it looks like." He smirked.

"But it is. What is your name?" he questioned

"Theif." I responded.

"You birth name."

I shook my head, "Private information." with that, I quickly opened the door and sprinted down the halls until I got to the staff room. I through my lingerie in the basket there and took the clothes that I came with, changing into them.

My phone in my locker started to ring and I answered it. "Finally you picked up! I called you ten times this morning. are you finished? I'm waiting outside for you."

I smiled, "Yea, sorry about that. I will explain once I get in the car, alright? See you in a moment." I ended the call before grabbing my stuff.

Once I left the building, I got into my friend's parked car and explained almost everything, changing up the truth to make it seem like I was harrassed as a bartender, as she drove to the College.

My name is Elle Smith. I was born in London, England. My parents were always traveling so I moved all over the world with them. Unfortunately, I don't remember a lot of the places we traveled to, but I do remeber when my parents left the picture. Once I finished school in London, I moved to Canada to study over board. I currently attend St Clair College, taking the Early Childhood Education program. .

Since I currently don't have a home, I live in the dorms with my only friend, Alex Jones. I met her when we first became dorm buddies. I work at a strip club in the near city. Because I don't have any money for my tuition, nor does my job pay me enough, I steal from my clients. Most of the time, they are drunk so they don't notice. This is my last year in college, my debt is almost fully paid off.

I know that if someone important found out about my side job, I will most definitely be kicked out of the program. Which is why I keep it on the down low. Even Alex doesn't know what I do there, she just thinks that I'm simply a bartender.

"So, you are basically telling me that you had a chance to get an autograph for me from a big shot, and you completely blew?" she questioned making me roll my eyes.

She parked her car in the parking lot and got out. I followed behind her.

"Did you not hear a word that I said!? I almost got in big shit here! I am just waiting for my phone to ring and for my boss to tell me that i am fired." I explained and she chuckled. I felt the breeze blew and it started to snow again, I sighed. As if on cue, my phone started to ring.

It was almost December, meaning it was almost Christmas. I never really got to experience how it felt like to spend Christmas with a family... at least that I can remember. The orphanage that I was sent to didn't really see Christmas important enough to celebrate.

I looked at the caller ID on my phone and sighed. "Hello."

"Ah, Elle! Apparently the client you had last night was very pleased with your services. He requested for you tomorrow."

My jaw dropped. Here I was, thinking that I was going to get fired.

"Actually, my exams are coming up... I was going to talk to you today if I could take a month leave so I can focus.... and then visit my family that is out of the country."

"Oh yea, I completely forgot you were in college. It's fine. focus on your studies child, I will let the client know." I smiled.

"Thank you so much sir. So my leave will start tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes. have a good day." with that, he ended the call. I sighed in relief. Thank goodness that he feel for that.

My classes didn't start until the afternoon today amd I only had one so I had enough time to have a nap. Once my nap was finished, I got ready.

I wore a simple hoodie with sweats, not in the mood to wear anything else. I put on my cross necklace and tucked it under my sweater. I got on my knees on my bed side and prayed for five minutes before I left my dorm room and started to make my way to my classes.

"Today is my last day working at the club, I will be fine." I explained to Alex. After what I told her when she picked me up this morning, she was really worried that something like that will happen again. "I requested a leave and my boss accepted it."

Alex sighed, "okay, I'm just worried about you."

"There is nothing to worry about." I softly smiled and gave her a wave before getting out of her car.

When I walked into the club, I made my was all the way to the staff room and got ready in the outfit prepared in my locker and left to the to go behind the stage.

Every lady the works as a stripper here normally starts on stage at the beginning of ever shift. After their dance, some will start doing lap dances for clients, and some have sex with them. I do all. I am normally on stage until someone's pays for a lap dance or sex session with me.

I got to a pole and then started to dance. I watched all the eyes on me. Thoes disgusting rich men with thoes lustful eyes. I danced while I waited for someone to pay for a lap dance with me.

All the strippers has collars. These collars has a vibrator that let's us know if someone had paid for a lap dance, and it let's us know exactly who the person wants. I wasn't that far in my dance before I felt my collar vibrating.

I got off my pole and walked collected the money in front of me before I got off stage and went to the bar.

"Who is it tonight?" I asked the bartender. He could see who ordered who.

He checked his computer screen and said, "VIP booth one. Big shots." He smiled looking at me. I rolled my eyes and started to make my way up to the room. If there was anything I hated more, it was doing a lap dance with a group of people.

When I got to the booth, I knocked and said, "Did someone want a lap dance here?"

"Come in." A voice said. It was a voice that I recognized. But I couldn't place my finger on it.

I walked in and my jaw almost dropped. I stopped breathing seeing who was in front of me.

The booth had four clients in it. Three boys, and one lady. Two of the boys and the lady already had a lap dance on them. I absolutely hated it when I had to do a lap dance on a women.

I looked up at the last person in the booth and gulped. I closed my eyes and took a breath before saying, "I think I'm in the wrong both." I turned around, but when I went to leave, a bodyguard looking dude stepped in front of the curtain.

"I believe you are in the right one. Please, come and have a seat beside me. We have much to discuss tonight... Elle."

I slowly turned to look at the man and inhaled deeply while he just smirked. How the fuck did he know my name?