Billionaire's Proposal: His Heiress

Chapter 4

“How much do I get in return? I've done this same thing last night and you paid me nothing; how about today? What is my cut?” she asks him, she carrying an angry face but her body is sexily and scantily wrapped in a sheer skivvies whilst her feel embraces the Tiffany heels that's of great stamina. He snickers at her question and places a hand on her bare arm, she shoves his hand staring daggers at him but he is not move; he knows that she's only mad because she has no choice.

“Your cut? Well, if only you capture the attention of the highest bidder then a thousand dollars is all yours. My word, take it!”

She squint's swiftly against her red mask and nods in agreement. The money may seem less to her but it was better than earning a cent for cleaning a neighborhood.

“I'll take your word, just don’t foulplay me. I'm not that sweet like cherry.” she snaps at him walking away, her steps are stylish and angry. He smiles to himself and heads back to the lounge to have a closer look at his clients, they mattered to him.

The slow music is on, blue and red lights illuminating the entire bistro, the smell of used cigars and m*******a, and then alchohol misting in the atmosphere, there seems to be high voltage of life. Some say, this is the spot where men and women find and have their peace taken, an encounter to change or ruin your life for good, however, it doesn't change the fact that it is better than not trying at all.

A group of men sat by the stage where the poles and naked women are planted. As the poles stood a support, the ladies swayed around it seductively taking minds of the young and old men into an abyss of sensation, this situation often gets their boner on the edge, needing to break free from the pants of men, but only the women have the power to satify the lustful desires of these men, they keep watching and imagining until their demons are being satisfied or lastly, there is a special take out to bring the imaginations to reality—to play.

Cherry hands holds onto the silver glistening pole, she assures herself that she is here for a reason and of course, to win the heart of the highest bidder. It makes her feel like a slave but that is what she is at the moment, a slave to the man to stole from, this is her chance to pay off and to gain from it.

She starts to form a motion around the pole, she starts to twirl and whirl around it, she climbs high, tightening her grip way up until she slides down forming a splits with her legs, flatly on the base, she sexily summersaults and curls up until another split is formed. Men are cheering and intently staring at this particular woman amongst several. She slowly stands on her feet, she stylishly walks around the pole, a hand wrapped around it and other beckoning with a finger in the dire tion of the men—a man from behind, who is leaning on the pillar is staring at her like it was meant for him. They are hailing and stroking their boner that's uneasy and shot up, she backs the small crowd and slowly square arching her back and then slowly shooting out her butts that is only covered with a string that's already hidden between the cheeks; there's a rare of her lower lips sticking to their faces and then men starts spraying and tosses bundles and bundles of dollar bills to her and the other women partake from it.

When cherry is on her feet whining and caressing herself whilst they watch, they scream even more at her motions and suddenly the drifted away from her and there's darkness. She feels a grip on her arm, and she whimpers but swallows it.

“What do you want, Pedro?” she pouts at the man that has offered her this job. He drags her out of the sight where the show is led and suddenly the light is returned, no cash on the base neither is Cherry. It is the usual, when there's about to be a swap of new dancers, there us process to it. And money thrown would be taken by the workers and not the girls, they had no right to get their hands on it, the cuts are made after the club emptied.

Cherry and Pedro are in her his room, she pushes her to sit on the bed, she is looking at him angrily and crossing her arms—you would almost not believe that she didn't feel comfortable in the skivvies while on the stage.

“Seems like your job has been done, how lucky Cherry, how lucky. You have really drawn the attention of the highest bidder—I’m proud of you.” he snickers while he pours himself a glass of iced beer.

“Proud? Proud of a woman dancing naked?” she grimaces again but he laughs wickedly instead.

“—Almost!” he snaps. “Cheer up Cherry, after now, you wouldn't even remember that you danced showing your kitty—you won't!”

“You are such a mean fellow, I really hate you—” she groans at him

“No long talks, Cherry, I don't intend to lose my patience. Thanks to you and so, don't test me. I'll pass on that!” he says firmly to her and she huffs angrily at him, if only she could just walk away right now but her efforts can not go wasted, she still needed the money to help her Mom and to get off that f*****g debts, she reasoned on the spot.

“My cut—” she starts and he cuts her off.

“Anyways, your client which is my biggest client has requested to meet with you. Pay your dues. This where you ease off your dues, completely.” he says as her face tightens up in shock, then has been doing if this is another task, she asks herself. “He's paid for your pretty ass manacita, I've made arrangements and in the next minute...” he glances at his wrist and turns to her. “...my men will escort you to the private room. He's paid for these things darling, just do as he says—anythibg that doesn't involves murder and violence. He's a good man anyway!”

Like they are being watched, two bouncers rushed in to tell Pedro that the client was ready and waiting but not to be kept waiting for too long. Pedro throws a dressing robe to her and she catches and instantly wraps it around her scantily dressed body.