Mr. Stripper

Don't call me sir.

After the accident, I was rushed to a hospital, but instead of regaining consciousness, I awoke minutes later to discover that I was trapped in the body of a lady, and she wasn't just any ordinary lady.

Delilah appears to be a troublemaker, and she's also a stripper, which is unfortunate because my spirit is trapped inside her body.

Delilah is also the best stripper in the club, so for the time being I have to act as if I'm Delilah until I find a way to return to my body, which will require me to find a way to escape from this club. "Who the f**k did you just yell out?" yelled the handsome young man in front of me, snapping me back to reality.

I blink several times before biting my lower lips. "I'm sorry, Mister Man, but I don't... Please can we discuss it somewhere else, and I'll try to do everything you want," I stutter, causing the young handsome man in front of me to smirk.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed, grabbing my wrist firmly.

Those in attendance all stare at us, and none of them bother to stop this strange man. Mike was beaming from the pole where he was standing, and I felt as if I'm being sold to this man.

He drags me into a room and, as soon as he opens the door, he searches for the light switch with his hand.

The light was turned on, revealing a lovely decorated room with a king-sized bed.

Because the stranger roughly pinned me towards the wall, I didn't have enough time to take in the beauty of the room.

"Arrh!" I groaned as my back collided with the hard wall.

"I heard you like it rough, so that's what I'm going to give you right now," he said hoarsely as he rushed to plant a kiss on my neck.

I shiver disgustingly and push him away from me.

His brows arched as he frowned, and he doesn't appear to be in a hurry this time.

I had pushed him so hard that he missed his step, but he didn't fall to the floor. "Would you like to dance first?" he asked, his frown replaced by a smirk.

Because I'm scared, my heartbeat is racing. I cast a slow glance at the still-open door.

'You have to run, Delilah,' I murmur to myself, my gaze fixed on the door.

He moved towards the door and shut it with the keys, as if he had heard my inner thought.

I'm wondering how he knew what I was thinking. "I have a business meeting at three a.m., so I need to make things quick," he explained.

Mister man exhaled, removing his trouser and hurling it to the floor in one swift motion. He was left with his ink blue boxer, white suit, and inner wear.

He sat down on the bed, his legs spread wide open, his amber eyes scanning my entire body, but I continue to stare at him, perplexed. "Dance for me, Delilah," he said hoarsely, his hands in between his legs, licking his lips like a hungry lion who has seen his prey.

Before giving him a slight nod, I compose the bathrobe I'm currently wearing. I'm aware of my current situation, so I started nodding my head and tapping my feet on the floor.

What I'm doing now is a dance sign, so I believe I'm currently satisfying him.

After two minutes, his eyes turned deadly, presumably because he had lost his patients. "Are you... are you trying to warm up?" he stutters, his well-shaved brows slightly arched.

I stopped stomping my foot on the floor because I couldn't possibly dance any better than this. "I... I'm dancing, sir," I stammered back.

He scoffed, and he seemed irritated for some reason. Something about his gaze has given me a cold chill since the moment he stepped inside the VIP room.

He scuffed, making his way out of bed. As he got closer to me, he grabbed my chin with both hands. "Did you just call me sir?" he asked, his voice cold and irritated and his gaze deadly.

I quickly closed my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mister," I say, deciding to address him as Mister.

He chuckled dryly, and his grip on my chin tightened. I couldn't open my eyes due to the pressure coming from his hand. "I'm... I'm hurting," I cried out, because what he's doing to me is painful, and if he doesn't stop, my chin will swell.

His lips formed a thin smile, and he let go of my chin. "What is your job at this club?" he asks, commandingly.

His amber eyes beg for an answer, and his ducktail hair is a little unkempt. "I'm a stripper," I replied, because it's obvious.

"Have you ever satisfied anyone?"

"I guess I have," I replied, because the body in question is the best stripper, and there's no way she hasn't satisfied anyone.

He gets closer to me, then whispers close to my ear, his hot breath brushing against my skin. "I'll pay you any amount you require as long as you please me," he says softly, before returning to the bed.

His legs were spread wide, and I remained motionless as I stared at him. "All right, let me give you something else to warm you up," he said before reaching for what appeared to be a long curve plastic rod on the bedside table.

"Take it, strip naked, and pleasure yourself," he said, hurling the long purple curve rod at me.