Mr. Stripper

Pleasure me.

I shift my gaze to the right, and there stands a dazzlingly handsome man.

Who the hell said beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?

Despite the fact that I'm a guy, I can't help but admire the handsome figure who is currently making his way inside the VIP room.

I don't need anyone to tell me who owns the club.

His icy aure says it all.

All of his bodyguards were following him, and our gazes locked... I recognize something.

Well. It's more like if I recognize him.

He's Emery, and he's my previous self.

The man who is currently making his way deeper inside the VIP has my previous face.

Hahaha! I'm just kidding myself.

If the guy was actually possessing my face, I wouldn't mind ripping his soul from his body so that we could swap bodies.

Okay, I'll stop being sarcastic and think like someone with their own brain.

The handsome young man has Amber eyes and stunning golden ducktail hair.

I'd seen videos of men with their hair styled like that, but it was only in 1950s movies.

It's damn hard to see a man who has a ducktail haircut, because it's being overpowered by crewcuts.

A ducktail haircut is also known as slicked back hair. The hair is pomaded, combed back around the sides, and parted centrally down the back of the head, resembling the back end of a duck to many.

The sides were designed to resemble the folded wings of a duck. The top hair was allowed to grow longer and combed into a wavelike style, but it is neatly made to reach the back.

I always wanted a ducktail haircut when I was younger, but it's a hairstyle that requires a lot of maintenance, and I'm not the guy for that.

The club owner wore a nice white suit. His suit trouser is also white, and his white shoes scream EXPENSIVE.

His wristwatch, his jewelry... They all appear to be handcrafted.

The handsome young man moved forward slowly, and it was almost as if time stood still because everyone in the VIP room, including the men, became immobile.

He made his way to the large, beautiful sofa that was already set up for him.

I'm also frozen, staring at him, unsure what to do.

He extends his hands forward and motions for us to continue, as if he had just read my mind because I was thinking about what to do.

To be honest, I assumed that the club manager would be an elderly man, but I was mistaken.

The club manager is a young man in his early thirties.

The music was suddenly turned on, and all of the strippers returned to their original positions.

They all started dancing, but I didn't.

I can't climb poles, and I'm almost certain that if I try, I'll break my ankle.

I tried waving my hands in a sexy manger, but it only draws more attention to myself.

"Gush!" I exclaim under my breath.

I put both hands on my waist and began to move them sideways.

I move it to the right, then back to the left.

The other strippers present began to look at me with a puzzled expression.

Yeah. I look like a clown while doing this.

I'm lucky that the club owner isn't staring at me.

He'd been talking on his phone and typing something on it since he walked into the club.

He doesn't even seem interested in the strippers, so I'm guessing Ms. Rita is just being paranoid.

I bow slightly to no one in particular before exiting the VIP room.

Since the club owner isn't interested in strippers, I'm not going to waste my time there.

I need to find a way to transform back to myself as being a man because I have a special responsibility.

I continue walking through the lobby, but everything is empty. I hug the bathrobe which I'm currently putting on, which is in order to protect myself from the cold.

I walked into what appeared to be a club, which isn't far from the VIP room. The setting of the place gives me such club vibes, but it's unfortunately empty.

I noticed an exit door and went outside, and I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

My entire environment is completely dark, and the wind is howling.

I was relieved that I had finally found a way to escape, but I was terrified of escaping in the dark.

If I were in the body of a man, I'd be free to walk around in the dark, but that's not the case right now.

I'm currently possessing the body of a girl, and she's not just any girl, but the best stripper the club has to offer.

Delilah appears to dislike most of her fellow strippers, so I believe she dislikes her customers as well.

That would explain a lot, because I honestly don't understand the body I'm in.

Someone from behind grabbed me just as I was about to step outside.

"Arrhh!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, trying to get away from the so-called person.

"What's up with you, Delilah?" A familiar voice from behind me inquired, and the person was the one who had grabbed me from behind.

She let go of me, causing me to slowly turn around, and I was astounded to see how beautiful she had dressed up. "I... You look stunning, Ms. Rita." I stuttered as I gazed at her clothes.

She is currently dressed in a large long brown skirt that kisses the floor, with a white long sleeve covering her upper body.

Her hair is allowed to fall down her back, but the fact that she has properly covered her entire body enhances her appearance.

"Hahahaha!" She laughed out loud, but it didn't sound genuine.

Ms. Rita stopped laughing and locked her gaze on me.

I can see her bloodshot eyes even in the dark. "Don't mess with me, Delilah." She forewarned. "Do you know how embarrassing it was when I went to introduce the strippers and gave him a good pitch about you, but you were nowhere to be found?" She added.

I exhale. I assumed he didn't like strippers, but I guess I was wrong.

"I'm sorry." I humbly bow my head to her. "I'm not feeling well, so I wanted to come over here for some fresh air." I lied.

I can't bring myself to tell her I'm about to flee. "Please come in." I nod and follow behind her.

We both returned to the VIP room, and I can see that the so-called boss is now staring at the strippers.

He doesn't look at them with the look of administration, so I'm guessing he doesn't like any of them.

"Delilah, I beg you. You must persuade him that there is a reason to keep this place alive." Ms. Rita pleaded with me while patting my shoulder and then walked away.

I stand there, thinking about how exciting I can make him want to keep this brothel/club.

I was still lost in my thoughts when I noticed someone staring at me.

It was the handsome man whose name I still don't know.

I return to my pole, smiling at him.

He was following my every move, making me nervous.

I tried spinning around the pole while holding it, but hell no. I was insanely good at it.

I began pole dancing not because I enjoy it, but because I have no other choice.

I felt an intense gaze staring at me nonstop, which caused me to misjudge my steps and end up falling down on the floor.

The handsome young man approached me slowly, his face solemn.

I'm still on the floor, staring at him as he moves closer to me in a sexy manner.

He squatted, leaning in so close to me that our faces were only a few inches apart.

He grabbed my chin firmly, staring deeply into my eyes. "Pleasure me!" A deep authoritative voice was heard, and it is currently coming from his voice.

His voice is seductive, but after hearing him speak, I realized it would be difficult to defy his words.

I'm still perplexed as to how I ended up in the body of a woman, and to make matters worse, the club owner is asking me to please him.

I'm still sitting on the floor, staring at his beautiful Amber eyes.

"Delilah. I've heard you're the best stripper in town, so I need you to please me right now." He issued an order.

'Is he for real?' 'What the hell is he asking for?' I wonder.

I scuffed. 'Delilah?' 'My name is Emery, so how come he calls me Delilah?'

I arched my brows while glaring at him with a questioning gaze "I'm not a stripper, but a soon-to-be priest, so I can't please you." I declare, but he barely grabs my cheeks harshly.

"Dilah, strip naked." He gave a command.

'Did he want me to strip naked in front of the audience?' I asked myself under my breath.

"In front of this crowd?" I question him, and he nods.

Because our faces are now so close, I can admire his well-built skin.

He stretched out his hands for me to take in, but I dare not.

Mister man, whose name I still don't know, raised his brows in question. "Rise up." He commands, but his command has no effect on me.

"I'm fine the way I am." I shrugged, refusing to take his hands in mine.

"Rise up." He commands once more, his face expressionless.

I don't care why he's acting cold because I believe God did not create any man to be this cold to his fellow man.

I declined his second offer because my gut tells me he has an ulterior motive if I eventually stand up from where I'm seated.

"DELILAH!" He yelled, causing everyone to quiet down and turn their gaze to me.

The music abruptly ceased, and the entire VIP room became as cold as ice.

"WHO THE HELL IS DELILAH?" I yelled back at him, but his subsequent behavior made me regret what I had done.

****

Well. Let's go back in time to when this psychopath walked in through the door of the VIP room and ordered me to strip naked in front of him.

Hi.

My name used to be Emery, and I'm excited to announce that I'm going to be a priest very soon.

Despite the fact that I am my parents' only child, becoming a priest has always been my dream.

Who am I kidding?

I'm an orphan who has never met his parents.

All was well until one dreadful night when I was involved in an accident and boom.... The next second, I found myself in the body of a woman, and not just any woman, but a stripper.

I morphed from a man to a woman.

It's crazy, but the first words I heard from a handsome man after transition were.... PLEASURE ME.

Things don't make sense, right?

Aside from that, I'm completely perplexed as to how everything happened.

I appear to be a psychopath... Let's go back to earlier this week, when things were going well in my life.