Mr. Stripper

Vip room.

"Ms. Rita. I'm not going to be able to go to the VIP room. I've already told you that I'm not feeling well." I mumbled as I tried to reason with her.

"And that's why I want you to go to the VIP room." She spoke in a cold tone, devoid of emotion.

I exhale. "I don't think I can perform tonight." I declare, because I am not the person she thinks I am.

I'm Emery, for crying out loud.

"It's okay to be terrified and shy, but I believe in you, and I literally mean that every member of this brothel believes in you." She added that this time she tried her possible best in other to make things better by sounding calm.

I exhale.

As much as I want to believe I can do it... I still don't think I'll be able to pull off being a stripper.

If she wants me to be the one to preach the gospel to this so-called club owner, I will.

I'm pretty good at perching the bible. "You'll be there with Mike, so whenever you feel shy, just watch Mike so you can become motivated, okay?" She continued, and I nodded.

There's no point in talking to Ms. Rita because I don't think she'll change her mind by telling me not to go to the club owner.

"Come on, Delilah. You'll do fine, and don't put too much pressure on yourself." Mike said this as he drew me out of the dressing room, his hands on my back.

Mike comes to a halt as soon as we have both successfully exited the dressing room. "Delilah. What's the deal? and I know I'm not in a position to ask you such a question, but I can't help myself." Mike declares.

I arched my brow in confusion because I didn't understand his previous statement. "Could you please repeat your question?" I inquired, causing Mike to frown deeply.

"Do you really have to act like this?" He asks, and I can tell he thinks I'm making fun of him.

"I'm serious, and I truly didn't hear what you said." I responded sincerely.

Mike exhales. "I'm curious as to what's going on with you. I mean, why are you acting strangely? Seriously! What the hell is going on?" He inquired, rephrasing his previous statement.

I bite my lower lip. "I'm being myself." I said with ego.

Jeez. My mouth has just worked on its own, and the voice I'm using to talk now is completely different from the voice I've been using since I found myself in this body.

Currently! It was almost as if another spirit had just posed this body.

Maybe it's the spirit of Delilah.

'Lord. Please make Delilah's spirit return to its original body before I enter the VIP room.' I pray inwardly because prayer is always the key.

Someone had taken control of my mouth a while ago. "Hahaha!" Mike laughs and shakes his head sideways.

"Why are you laughing?" I question him.

"Because you're finally sounding like the scumbag that you are." Mike stated between fits of laughter.

I arch my brows because I don't understand what he means when he says I'm acting like a b***h (scumbag).

When I arrived at the VIP room, Mike began styling his hair with his finger. "Aren't you going to get naked or do you prefer dancing in your current attire?" Mike inquired, causing me to choke on my saliva.

"I'll just go with the flow." I mumble as I enter the VIP room.

There were other strippers in the room, and the light was dimmed to red.

The red bulbs have turned the entire place red.

Each stripper has their own pole, and some are already in position.

Jeez! The so-called club owner appears to be more than a minor celebrity.

Mike went straight to a pole and stood there while smiling wide.

All of the poles are now occupied, so I'm guessing that the middle pole, which has yet to be occupied, is mine.

I made my way towards the pole and decided to stand there.

If the guess comes, I'll just do what other strippers do.

Beside, how difficult could it be?

A song by Nelly with the title HOT IN HERE was suddenly played.

Other strippers began to dance, and it's amazing how girls climb the poles and dance as if it's easy.

I'm staring at them, thinking that what they're doing isn't difficult, but I don't think I'll try it anyway.

A group of men entered the VIP room and quickly filled it up.

Everyone who has entered the room appears to be a multibillionaire.

They wore a cold aura and their faces were expressionless.

All of the strippers are now dancing gracefully.

I don't know where to begin or how to begin, so I just wave my hands at the guest while smiling and winking at them.

My beauty can team any man who is having a bad day.

The music stopped and a completely different sound began to play. Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl."

My best friend, when I was still a boy, used to like this song.

'She would sing this song all day long, and I couldn't help but know the lyrics.

The song;

'This was never in my plans.

Not my intention, I got so brave, drink in hand.

I'd lost my judgment.

It's not what I'm used to. I just want to try you on because I'm interested in you.

I liked it when I kissed a girl.

Her cherry chapstick tasted delicious.

'I kissed a girl just to see how it felt.'

I found myself tapping my foot on the floor and gradually nodding my head.

My body began to move on its own and when the music reached the section where it says, 'I kissed a girl and I like it.' I found myself winking as I caressed my lips with my index finger, and then my gaze was drawn to the entrance door, where my eyes was drawn to a familiar figure, who was surrounded by bodyguards.

No way!

I'm in a big mess.