One Night Stand With My Enemy

Chapter 4

Gwyn

Six months later

“Are you ready for this?” Candy, my college asks as I put on my slutty nurse outfit and do the last few touches on my makeup.

“As ready as I will ever be.” I answer, trying to focus on anything but what I am about to do. I sit down and put my heels on, hoping for the life of me that I don’t break a leg on the stage tonight. Tonight will be my first solo show and to say my knees are shaking is an understatement.

“You are going to rock it, Melody.” She says and I hope she is right. If you haven’t noticed by the idiotic and corny names, I am at a strip club, about to shake my ass and take off my clothes for a bunch of horny men that are willing to throw away their money for a bit of a tease. Silly really, but this is the life I choose. I know you are probably wondering why the hell I would choose this, well it is simple really. All my life I was the sweet girl, the one with excellent grades and perfectly innocent personality and after I walked out of Luke’s wedding, I was sick of it. So, what better way to show the world I am not just an innocent little girl that has to be protected from the bad boys and all the horrors of the world? I became a stripper, desired by many but they will never be able to touch me, well unless I say they can, but no man has ever made me want their hands on me, at least not since that night.

“You’re on, Melody!” Sweetie pie, our mother at the club, shouts from the door leading into the dressing room. Time to get going. I walk out of the dressing room, taking a few calming breaths, fixing the wig on my head that is supposed to help protect my identity, before stepping onto the dark stage. I have memorized every step, every move of my hips, every inch of the stage. I will make these men beg for me and then I will leave them all behind, just like I was. When the song starts and the spotlight focuses on me, I let my body take over. I move my hips to the beat, feeling every note vibrate through my blood. One step in front of the other, I make my way to the pole in the center of the stage. I look around the room, not really seeing anyone, but knowing that they love the attention. I go through my routine, pieces of clothing dropping to the floor until I am in nothing but my heels and a piece of small lace that covers the part the men in here go crazy for even if they know that they won’t ever get a taste.

By the time I am done and the song ends, the crowd goes crazy, begging for another song, but I bow and then collect my clothes off the stage, making a show of it and then I head back to the dressing room. “You f*****g nailed it, Melody.” Cookie says as I walk back into the dressing room. “I am still finding it hard to believe that you are the virgin of the group, because damn girl, you move those hips as if you know exactly what the men want.”

“Oh Cookie, we both know that men aren’t that complicated. All they want is a show, see a bit of skin and they are begging for more. Sway your hips and touch what they know they can’t have and you have them at the edge of their seats.” I tell her as I take off my wig and let my red hair fall down my back. I hate the platinum white hair, but it is necessary to keep my life outside of the club separate from the life I have created inside of it.

"Melody, there is a gentleman that is requesting a private lap dance from you." Sweetie pie says from the door and my body locks up. Not once since I started working here four months ago, has anyone requested a private lap dance from me. To be honest, I was happy with working in the back, never singled out, but it seems like this first show alone is going to bring a lot of changes and now I am not so sure that I am ready for it. "If you tell me now that you aren't ready for this, then we can wait. I mean, we waited four months for you to take that stage alone, I really don't want to scare you off now by putting too much on your plate." She says, but I can hear the hope in her voice. She is hoping that I will go into one of our private rooms and make this man throw around his cash, but even though it would mean a really nice paycheck for me at the end of the night, I hesitate. I don't need the money, not at all really. During the day I work at a law firm that pays me enough to pay my rent and everything else I might need to get by every month, but the money I make here has paid for every other luxury my heart has desired since walking out of my best friend's wedding. I live a very comfortable life and I really should wait until I am a bit more prepared before taking on more than I can handle.

"If you don't mind getting me out of this one? I still have two more shows to do and I'm not sure I can handle the pressure of a private show just yet." I tell her and she gives a defeated sigh, but she doesn't push it. She just gives me a nod and then walks out of the room to tell the client to choose someone else. I try to focus on getting ready for my next show that will be an hour from now instead of wondering who had requested the lap dance. The club I work in, Chaos, is a strange name I know, but it is one of the most respected strip clubs in California. Only men that have a six figure yearly salary are allowed to enter the club and they have background checks that are run before they set foot in the club. The women here are respected and can choose if they want to put on a show and how they want to do it. I have never been forced to show more than I was comfortable with. It is why I chose this club and not just get my thrill anywhere.

The door to the dressing room opens again and Sweetie pie sticks her head in, giving me a pained look. "Baby, he put down triple the p*****t up front, saying he only wants you. If you tell me no I will go out there and tell him that you refuse, but darling, I am going to be honest, I really hope that you don't." She tells me and I can't fault her for asking me again. I sit back and think about it, wondering if it could really be that bad. It will be a half an hour of dancing for some stranger and then I can walk away with enough money to finally buy the car of my dreams. I sigh and then tell her to take him to the red room. If I was going to do my first private dance, it would be in the room of my choice. She doesn't ask me if I am sure, knowing I will probably change my mind if she gives me the option to back out.

It takes me five minutes to get into a barely there black lingerie and stilettos, throw a gown on to cover up most of my body, place my wig on and then I am out the door before I can second guess myself. My legs shake as I make my way to the red room, hoping and praying that the man is at least somewhat attractive to make it easier on me. I stop at the door and then take a deep breath, reminding myself that I am the one in control and this man can't touch me if I don't want him to and I sure as hell don't want a man to touch me. I open the door, straighten my shoulders and lift my chin and then walk in, taking only two steps before I stop dead in my tracks.