His Deceitful Queen

Chapter 2

Amaya's POV

"Come on darlin, take the top off and I'll drop a hundred," I heard a pervy man yell that was standing at the stage, sipping on his whiskey. I turned and rested my back against the pole and slid down it slowly opening my legs. The men yelled louder even though they couldn't see anything. I ran my hands up my stomach and grabbed each tit before coming to the middle and unclasping the center. I held it in place and shook my chest and let them jiggle back and forth teasing them.

"Darlin, you're killing me, let me see those titties, I'm paying you for this," the same man yelled, and I gave them what they wanted. They cheered and threw money on the dance floor at my feet. I moved back up the pole and finished my set giving them all what they wanted. A show and I was damn good at it. Unfortunately for me I hated it. Every second of it.

I used to be a nurse and I loved that job. I was also good at that. Those were the two things I did good at. Thanks to my mom who forced me to take dance classes until she died. I was sixteen and nothing was ever the same. My father was never the best, but he was around, just usually drunk. My mother was the one who held us together and cared for my brother. That fell on me when she died. I've done the best that I could. My father got worse when she died, and all the financial burden fell on me after college.

"Hey, you have a guy wanting a private," Bobby said as I came off stage.

"Same guy that was yelling at me from the stage?" I asked.

"Yes, and he is willing to pay five hundred," he said and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Only with security in the room, preferably you."

"You know my fees," he said. These guys didn't make tips and when they called into a private dance per our request, we had to cut them in on what we made. It irritated me. They got part of our cut, and they also got a free show. They charged us for our safety.

"Fine, tell me what room." I snapped at him because he got two hundred out of this, but I needed the money.

I went and changed into something that would glow under the black lights and by the time I was done Bobby was back and took me through the hallway and opened door four for me. I went in through the back and set the music I wanted. It was a faster song so I could get this done and over with as soon as possible. I was ready to call it a night.

The music started and I crawled onto the stage and down the little runway we had. I knew this man's type. He wanted me to act like I had to have him and the more I portrayed that the more he would tip. I slid down to my stomach right in front of him and then rolled over, so my ass was facing him and spread my legs and moved into the splits and moved over the top of myself and moved my legs behind me pushing my chest out as far as possible. I watched as he rubbed himself through his pants.

"You know darlin, you come over here and take care of this for me and I will gladly double what I'm paying," he slurred out.

"Just enjoy the show," I said smiling at him and gave him a wink as I worked my body back up and moved to the pole.

"That was quite the show you gave that guy," Bobby said walking back to the back. I grabbed my wallet and pulled out two one-hundred-dollar bills and handed them to him. He smiled and took the money and walked away.

I was done for the night. I had done three privates and two main shows on stage. The money was good, but it was never enough. I put on my regular clothes. I was too tired to actually wash my makeup off. I usually took it off because I would get strange looks in my sweatpants and baggy sweatshirt and a face full of stripper makeup.

I made my way to the subway and caught it at my stop. I lived in a shitty part of town, and I hated going home but it was what I could afford until I found something different for my brother. He was still in Cedar Hills, in a private center. I put him there because I got a discount being an employee of the hospital but when I had to leave town, I had to leave him there and my cost went up. I'm trying to save up enough money to move him out here but it's hard.

I walked through the streets holding my mace in my hand. I made it safely to my apartment and unlocked the three locks that I had keys for but when I locked myself inside, I had five. You could never be careful enough around here. I went to the fridge and opened it up. I'm not really sure why because the only thing in there was a half dozen eggs, expired milk and a rotten apple. I closed it and went and laid on my worn-out futon and scrolled through my phone. I couldn't have social media, so I had to settle for pictures from my old life. He would find me if I had social media and God only knows what will happen if he were to ever find out.

I miss my old life. It was the first time in a long time that I was happy. I had friends and made good money and my brother was getting the best care he could. I also got to visit him throughout the day. I call his home daily to get a report on how he is doing but it's not the same. I miss his face and laughter. He couldn't talk anymore but his face always lit up when he saw me and that was enough to know that he was OK.

I woke up four hours later with my phone's alarm clock going off. I groaned and just sat there letting it go off. If I turned it off without actually getting up, I would go back to sleep, and I couldn't afford to do that. I finally got up, getting annoyed with the noise and jumped in the shower and put on the scrubs that were designated for this day of the week.

I had to settle for being a medical receptionist during the day. It was the closest I could get to being in the medical field. I couldn't use my RN license since I went by a different name and the new name isn't licensed. I hated it but it was something in the medical field.

I ran out the door with a few minutes to spare. I had all my cash from last night shoved in my purse. I ran into the coffee shop next to my work and grabbed a coffee and muffin and then headed into work. I would run on my lunch break and deposit the money in the account I had set up for my brother. His home had the account information and just billed it every month for all of his expenses. All I had to do was make sure there was enough in there to cover them.

"Hey Alex," Kathy said as I walked in the back. She was the office manager. She was super sweet and gave me a chance here. I knew I wasn't her first choice, but I basically begged her, and she gave in.

"Hi Kathy, have a good evening?" I asked.

"The usual, cooked dinner and watched some television, nothing fun. How about you?"

"The same."

"You're young, you need to go out and have fun. Maybe go on a date." she said, and I just laughed and sipped my coffee. If they knew what I really did in the nighttime they would fire me.

I settled in at the front office and took little bites of my muffin and sipped my coffee. It was going to have to last me until tonight when I could go get some dinner. I didn't have extra money for this, but I was starving and needed something. I would get stuff for the rest of the week, and I wouldn't stop again.

I put my weekly deposit into my brother's account on my lunch break and after work I stopped at the grocery store and spent fifty dollars on food. It was more than I should have but I needed some protein. That package of hamburger was going to taste so good. I never thought I would think that, but I hadn't had meat in weeks. It had mostly been cups of noodles and cold cereal sometimes with milk.

After I got home, I put my food away and grabbed a three-hour nap. When I woke up, I couldn't wait to eat that hamburger that I bought. I quickly made a patty and put the rest in the fridge and fried it up. My stomach rumbled the entire time it was cooking, and my mouth was watering. Once it was done, I flopped it on my plate and thought about how pathetic my life was anymore.

He ruined it for me, and I swear to God if he found me, I would kill him. I wouldn't but I would think about it. I couldn't because then no one would take care of my brother. He would become a ward of the state and then the care he would get wouldn't be what he needed.

I jumped in the shower and got ready for work tonight. I applied way more makeup than I liked wearing but I had to play the part. I threw my baggy sweats and sweatshirt on as soon as I finished curling my hair and left my apartment and caught the subway to the club.

"Hey Alex, my office," the owner yelled as soon as I walked through the club. I groaned and put my bag down and headed into his office.

"What's up Ollie?"

"Shelly called in sick and so after your dances, I need you to waitress."

"You paying me hourly also, plus tips?" I asked. He did this frequently to me. He knew I needed the money.

"Do I have to?" he asked, being the cheap ass that he was.

"If you want a waitress you do."

"Fine, now go get naked and get your ass on stage," he said, dismissing me from his office.

I went and finished getting ready for my first set. I wouldn't get the chance to do any privates tonight but if I flirted enough tonight, I could make that up in tips. All I had to do was sit in their lap, run my fingers through their hair and smile at them and they would tip me just as much as they did when I was on stage.

It was going to be a late night. I would have to stay until four instead of two like normal. We had to be here until the last customer left or we closed. The dancers were done at two, but you could still get a private dance if you wanted and there were girls still here. It's one of the reasons I took the dancing job and not the waitress job. It would give me enough time to get some sleep at least.

I applied my bright red lipstick and made sure my shoes were strapped tight enough and walked to the stage entrance and waited for them to call my name.

"Next up, we have a favorite, please welcome Lex to the stage." I took a deep breath, pushed my chest out and sucked in what I could of my stomach and walked out.