the pole dancers innocence

Bird's Eye View

     Damian was siting at his desk in the upstairs office he called his. It was also part of his apartment. He had a large window that looked down over the entire club. The glass was see through from his side only. His lights were turned down as he worked with a table lamp on his desk cast light across his key board to his computer. He was doing paper work and checking orders for the club. The music from the club was muted and he could hear it, but it wasn't blaring. From where he sat he could look down at the stage and see the girls perform their acts and see Carlo and his buddies at their table, situated up close to the stage.  He could hear laughter and applause. He knew the girls were making money tonight. They always did when Carlo and the boys rolled in. They loved his club and his girls. They knew he ran a clean club. No drugs and his girls behaved like ladies. 

     He noticed the lights go off downstairs and this cause him to stop what he was doing and stand at the window to see what was happening. Then he heard the beat of jungle drums. The a spot light came on centering on a red headed girl at the top of the dancers pole, upside down. Her legs wrapped around the pole and she started to crawl...no...she was prowling down that pole like a black panther. Her lithe body undulating to the beat of the drums. He was riveted to his spot by the window staring down at her. The sultry, sexy vibe her body delivered was breath taking. The sound of the drums the swaying of her body, the heat she in her eyes. All of it made you feel the jungle and that you were her prey. She was hunting you, but you weren't afraid to be captured by something this beautiful. You wanted it!. He wanted it!. He watched her rip away her leggings and her lace covered legs and tiny thongs showed just enough skin that he felt himself heat up with an erection. She exuded s*x, but hunger too. There was something wild and untamed about her. She twirled her head and her hair flew out of its constraints and tumbled down her back and around her shoulders in wild curls. He recognized her as the new girl that had been hired this afternoon. 

     "My god she's beautiful!' He whispered. He watched her finish her dance. Watching the reaction of the other men in the room watching her. They were all hungry. Hungry for this beautiful creature walking across the stage picking up the rest of her costume and the money that had been thrown at her. His gut lurched. He'd never had this reaction to one of the girls. This one, this little Irish as Dominic called her was different. He wanted her. 

     After she moved off stage he caught the guys at Carlo's table talking amongst themselves. He knew they were talking about Irish. How could they not. He had a crazy feeling of possession come over him. He didn't want them looking at her. He wanted to hide her a way just for himself. He knew it off kilter for him. He'd never had that reaction before. He picked up the house phone and called down to Dominic.

     "What's up" Dom answered. 

     "The new girl. Irish? If Carlo and his boys call her back out I want her to dance the dance the same one she did for the audition. Have her change her costume, just in case. Then after clean up and everything have her come up to my office before she leaves. I have a proposal for. Something that will make both of us a lot of money."

     "So...you caught her dance did you?" Dominic chuckled. "Girl is something else boss man. We got a winner in her."

     "She's ...different. She has ... I don't know it's more than just talent. Where is her contract. I want to read it."

     "I'll bring it up to you while they get a new set up going. I just got the message that Carlo an the guys want to watch Irish dance again. I'll go talk to her first and have her change and get ready, then bring her contract up to you."

     "Good." He hung up the phone and continued watching Carlo's table. He has know these men all his life. He knows who they are and what they do. He's even related to Carlo distantly. An uncle a couple times removed through marriage. Carlo had a couple clubs as well. He wasn't about to have him steal away the first real talent he'd stumbled across. One he had a feeling could help him pull his club up by the boot straps and really make money.

     It wasn't long when the music started again and he saw Irish walk back on stage and begin the dance she used to audition with. It admittedly wan't as good or dramatic as her jungle dance, but it was still exceptional. The girl oozed s*x. She had a sultryness  about her. A fire that latched on to the men near her and burned them alive. And Damian found himself being the one he wanted burned in her fire. He just needed to figure out how to do that. That woman was meant for him. She just didn't know that. Yet!

     There was a tap at his door and Dominic walked in carrying the paper packet that Irish had filed out. Damian grabbed it and started flipping through them. "How do you say her name?" He asked.

     "I don't remember. It's Irish, that's all I know. She'll tell you. From Seattle. She's living in the artist loft that Silver lives at."

     "She was a dancer with the Seattle ballet company? And she's here in Chicago dancing in a strip club?" Damian looked back down at the red headed on stage as she walked over to the table where Carlo was, and received the envelope, that he knew was full of cash. "Why would a ballerina be dancing like this?" He mused aloud.

     Dominic shifted on his feet. "I couldn't say, but I like her. She's good and sweet. She's got a handle on her music and lighting.  She talked to both guys before set tonight. Had it all ready for her dance. I've never seen any of the girls that prepared for a set. She's meticulous about all of it."

     "That's what I'm counting on." He watches her leave the stage area and head for the dressing room.

     "What are you planning?" Dominic watches Damian sit back at his desk.

     He grabs a pen and bounces one end rhythmically off the surface of the desk while he thought. "You know as well as I do the only Carlo makes the visits to the club is to poach talent for his own clubs. We aren't the only club he does this too. I don't want to loose that girl. She's someone who could make a name for herself and the club she works in. I think I want to offer her the lead headliner position. Prime time slot, private dressing room, and a cut of the nights proceeds. I know we could charge a higher cover at the door on the nights she dances. She'll have complete artistic decision on her shows, and any help with music, lighting and costumes she wants." 

     "Humm. You've never made a move like that before."

     Damian met his brown eyes head on. "I've never seen a woman dance like her before."

     Dominic studied him a moment longer. Then nodded his head at what he saw. "Okay. She's a keeper, I'll give you that, but she's Irish. You know what that could mean if The Irish saints hear?"

     "She's not a member of the Saints. She's from Seattle. She's new here."

     "She's also an Irish girl that they'll try to claim. It won't matter to them." Dominic tries to warn.

     Damian nods. "I'm aware." He stared into Dom's eyes. She belongs here. With us. She's not part of that life, and we will protect her. From the Saint's and Carlo."

     "You want her don't you?" It's more a statement rather than a question.

     Damian didn't look away. "I do." Is all he says.