Mr. Stripper

My life change completely.

I was still panicking, but then he did something unexpected and something I'll never forget. Mister man sniffs my hair, inhaling my scent as if it were something intoxicating.

I instantly become immobile. I didn't panic, but instead locked my gaze on him.

He let go of both my boxer and my hair. "You have a pleasant smell." He complimented, rising from my body, which he had been crushing for quite some time.

I quickly nod my head and blink several times. "Thank you," I say quietly.

He also nodded and arranged his clothes properly when he was no longer on the bed. "I need to have s*x with someone tonight, so could you please just do your job properly?" I frown as he asks in a pleading tone.

"Do you have a s****l urge?" I questioned him, which caused him to shake his head sideways. "I just need to release myself." I nod as he mumbles.

I have no idea what he wants to release because when I was a guy, I never released or did anything similar to what he's currently saying.

"Are you required to release it with me?" I inquired. He sat on the couch that was inside the room. Mister man shakes his head sideways, both hands on his knees and his head facing the floor. "I need to release inside of you." He raises his head, and his declaration is a little strange, and his statement makes no sense to my ears.

"Like to… to have that?" I inquired, making direct eye contact with him. I return my gaze to the space between my legs after glancing at the middle of his leg.

He sneered at me, rolling his eyes. "I'm only talking about s*x, so why are you acting as if s*x is such a big deal?"

"I'm a virgin, so why won't I make it a big deal? Are you aware that having s****l relations without having feelings is considered a sin before God?" I inquired, and for the time being, I'm going to refer to him as Mister Man because I don't know his name.

"Virgin?" He scuffed, rising up from the couch. "You're the best stripper and the girl everyone wants to be with, and you still claim to be a virgin? Woah. What a pricey prank." He shrugged and climbed the bed like a crawling animal.

His hands are on the bed, as are his knees, and he's walking on four right now.

I slowly crawl back towards the far end of the bed, and my leg assists me in moving backwards. "I... I'm a virgin, and it's a miracle that anyone wants to be with me."

He nods his head as he proceeds further, a devilish grin on his face. "I don't doubt what you just said." He responded, and we are currently very close.

I swallow my saliva and return my gaze to his amber eyes, as there is no way for me to step back. "You... you don't doubt that I'm a virgin?" I ask, stammering.

"Certainly not. Why would I doubt you when it's so obvious you're a priest?" He replied, his face only a few inches away from mine, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

My eyes widened, and I stared at him, surprised. "Jeez. You've already figured it out!" I exclaim, placing my hands on his shoulder and staring at him intently. "Huh?" Mister man inquired, sounding perplexed.

I force him to sit properly on the bed and grab his collar.

"When I woke up this morning, I was told to do delivery all day, and at night, I did delivery at a cemetery but was being chased by robbers... no, kidnappers... and I had an accident and..."

"What are you on about?" He cut me off in the middle of my statement. "I'm explaining how I got here, and I truly believe the spirit of this girl's body is wandering around in someone else's." I explained to Mister Man because he appeared perplexed by my outburst.

Mister Man yanks my hand away from his shoulder, his gaze fixed on me. "Did you get really drunk?"

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't." I whisper, and he nods slightly. "I'll offer you a hundred thousand dollars if you please me." His eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke. "A hundred thousand dollars? How do you expect me to please you?" I question.

He scuffed a strange smile at me. "I want my rode inside your mouth, private parts, and even your butthole. I want you to know how good I am." He explained.

My brows are slightly arched as I question him. "Do you mean you want that thing you called Dildo to be inside the place you just mentioned?"

After my outburst, there was a minute of complete silence. He chuckled, but when he saw my questioning gaze, he returned to his usual expression. "What makes you think I'm talking about the dildo? I'm just implying that my d**k would come in..." He couldn't finish his sentence as he shook his head sideways. "Nevermind." Before getting out of bed, he shrugged.

I nod, getting out of bed. "Wouldn't you consider taking two hundred thousand dollars from me? I believe it is difficult for a stripper to earn that much money from just one client." Mister Man said, but I'm not taking his word for it.

"I can't even if you offer me a million dollars." I shrugged. He turned around, scowling at me from head to toe. "You aren't worth a million dollars." He sneered, still staring at me. "You're just a stripper, and an arrogant one who doesn't value her job." He added.

I like how he's finally realized I'm nothing more than a stripper.

Mister man turned around and began walking. I also walk behind him, staring at the ground.

Because I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I ended up bumping into his back because his steps had already come to a halt. "I've got another job for you." He said with authority before snapping his finger.

Who would have guessed that his finger snap would have such a dramatic impact on my life?

Just by snapping his finger, my life immediately changed.