A night stripper

Emma gasped out in shock and swallowed hard the lump that formed in her throat as Stephen appeared before her at an unimaginable speed. Though the speed at which her boss initiated was crazy, she knew it wasn't the right time to think about it.

She snapped out of her thoughts and staggered back in fear as he snarled out at her in an unnatural and animalistic tone.

She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with Stephen. What's wrong? Did she make a mistake?

Her boss' expression had changed to a very bad and solemn one. His eyes took a shade of red blood and black veins popped on his wrist. She couldn't hide the fear that overwhelmed her after she stared at the horrifying sight before her.

The auras that emitted from him were something she couldn't come to think about.

She knew she was in trouble at that moment. He'd never been this angry before.

All she wanted at that moment was to escape even though she doesn't know why he was angry.

"Calm down, Adolph," he muttered in his head as he tried to take control of the anger that seeped through him.

He exhaled deeply after he concealed the anger in him.

He was glad that he was able to control his anger or else her head might be on the floor rolling at the moment.

How dare she talk shit about his girlfriend? He knows of her plan. She wanted to spoil Amanda before him so she could have a chance with him.

He took a short stride toward her with a blank and expressionless look on his face. She took a deep breath and lowered her gaze.

"Can you repeat what you said earlier?" He asked in a cold and hostile voice.

She knew better not to say anything at that moment.

"I'm sorry sir. I'll take my leave…" She shuddered in fear and stepped backward.

"I'm aware of your plan so I'd advise you to kill whatever feeling you've for me because it might lead you astray,"

Though she didn't know how he managed to know, she agreed. She nodded her head gently and bit her lower lips fighting back the tears that threatened to pour from her eyes.

"Hey, come back here," he called and grasped her hand before she could walk away.

She lowered her head, and he raised her chin and her eyes met with his blue charming eyes. It wasn't the same calm and quiet beautiful pair of eyes she used to admire, maybe because he isn't in a good mood.

"Don't ever try to pull such a stunt on me or I'll make sure you live a miserable life," he threatened and she nodded her head gently.

"I'm sorry sir," she rushed out of his office and slammed the door with a loud bank after he released his grip from her hand.

The tears that she has been holding crashed down from her eyes. She sniffed back the tears in her eyes with her heart aching in pain.

She never believed that Stephen could behave this way toward her. She'd always believed that he has a thing for her because of the way he behaved indifferently toward her. He's the only person that she'd ever found attractive.

She's really sad and heartbroken after he didn't believe her. She wanted to help him from his so-called evil girlfriend but he humiliated her instead.

"I hope it wouldn't be too late before you find out who she is," she thought, tears rolling down from her eyes.

She clenched her fist with an angry look as she remembered how he behaved rashly toward her because of his so-called girlfriend.

She wanted to return his black credit card but she had to stop herself considering her grandma's health. She needed to make a lot of money so she could pay for her grandma's surgery.

She promised to get rid of whatever feeling she had for him even though it was really hard.

She shoved the card into her pocket. She looked up and quickly cleaned the beads of tears on her face as her Stephen assistant, Ashley, strode toward her.

"Good day, Emma," she greeted politely.

It was as though she'd been looking for Emma.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked before Emma could reply to her.

"I'm fine," her voice failed her when she tried to lie.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me anything. Take care of yourself,"

"Should we go shopping or should I just reschedule the date?" Ashley asked, and she declined.

"No, we should go," she said.

She can't afford to lose any opportunity at that moment. She has two weeks left to pay for her grandma's surgery fee.

*

She shook her head with a sigh as she walked into the GOOD NIGHT STRAPPER clubhouse. Music boomed loudly in the dimly lit room which was filled with different people, young and old people doing different stuff which seemed disgusting to her.

She watched the young ladies who rocked old men of their father's age in disgust.

She coughed as the smell of intoxicating alcohol and smoke filled her nostrils. She placed her hand on her chest assuring herself that she was going to be fine even though she knew it was almost impossible.

She's not surprised. This is her first time in a clubhouse. She doesn't have time to have fun, all she does is work. That's the only way she could cater for herself and her sick mother.

She sat on a chair, requested a soft drink, and turned her gaze to the stage before her. She watched as a half-naked lady of her age twerked while holding a pole. The Difference keeps hitting her ass and spraying her bill of dollars.

Though she felt disgusted, she decided to watch and learn the moves. That's what her fate is going to be in the next two days.

She's going to become a night strapper!

She's going to do this because of her grandma.

She said to herself with determination.

*

STEVE KNIGHT CLUBHOUSE

Friday night.

She shook her head with a sigh as she stared at the description that was boldly written on the clubhouse billboard.

Today is the day she's going to start her debut as a night strapper at her boss's hotel which is in one of the most popular areas.

She walked toward the two hefty men in black suits at the entrance of the house. They blocked her with a cold and fierce look on her face.

"Where is your pass card?" One of them asked.

She didn't bother to exchange words with them. "This is it," she said, bringing out a golden card from her pocket, and stretching it at one of the men.

The men bowed their heads in respect and stepped aside for her. She collected the card from the man, shoved it into her pocket, and walked into the clubhouse.

The club was lousy as it used to be. The dim room was filled with a lot of people smoking and drinking, the smell didn't affect me like it used to. She's used to it.

"Are you Miss Claire?" A fair lady with blonde hair walked to her and asked in a gentle tone.

"Yes," she nodded her head affirmatively.

"Follow me,"

She followed the lady to a dimly lit room. "Change into this. You'll be called on the stage in the next five minutes," the lady said and walked away.

A few minutes later she changed into a short top and striped panties. She swallowed hard as she stared at her beautiful reflection in the mirror. The outfit looks sexy and exposing on her. The outfit revealed her flawless and naked thigh.

Though she didn't like her body being exposed to the sight of men, she knew she didn't have a choice and that was the only way she could help her grandma.

"Let's welcome Emmy to the stage," she gulped down into nothing as the loud sound from the microphone rang in her head.

"I can do this," she said repeatedly, reminiscing on every step she'd learned from a professional stripper dancer.

She took a deep breath and walked out of the room heading to the stage at the center of a wide hall.

She gulped down into nothing as she climbed the stage. She couldn't pretend like she didn't notice the lustful gaze of the men fixed on her.

The men all tilted their heads toward the direction where a lady came from. A loud gasp escaped from their lips as they stared at the gorgeous lady with flawless skin who climbed the stage. She was indeed a beauty.

Emma held the pole and moved around it twerking her ass rhythmically to the beat of the song.

Unbelievably, she was able to steal the limelight in the clubhouse, the guys were impressed by her moves. They wouldn't get enough of her.

She bit her lower lips trying not to show how disgusted she felt when some guys spanked her bouncing naked ass.

She knows better not to disappoint herself.

Surprisingly, they sprayed her with a lot more money than her imagination. Her boss, Stephen, was indeed right about earning a lot of money.

The men couldn't stop chanting her name. Her beauty is irresistible and inevitable.

After a few minutes of twerking on the stage, she climbed down from the stage after another night strapper was called on the stage.

Though the men didn't want her to leave, they know she has to leave.

When she was done dressing, she walked out of the room with a handbag.

Her phone beeped and she gasped out in shock as she stared at the amount of money she received. [15 thousand dollars successful transaction]

She unbelievably made 15 thousand dollars in one night.

Her face lit up with happiness. She walked out of the house with her heart filled with joy.

"Hey, miss," she stopped, tilted her head, and turned back as she heard a voice from behind.

She arched an eyebrow as she stared at the old man with a pot belly who stood before her.

"How may I help you?" She was uninterested in whatever she had to say.

"I watched the way you performed the other time in the clubhouse. It's perfect, and I think you're exceptional,"

"So?" She asked in a low tone more like a whisper.

"I'm not satisfied just watching you alone. I need more of you," she was confused about what he was saying.

"I would like to have a night with you. You don't mind getting 1 million dollars per night, right?" He offered without shame.

What!?