The Billionaire, His Wife and I

An odd request

NATASHA’S POV

I had been informed of the change in the way things were going to be done when I arrived that evening for my shift. I can't say that I was excited about it but it wasn’t like I had any choice, the session was going to give me a lot of money and that was extra money that I needed badly. I had gotten this job in an effort to pay off my mother’s bills and all the debt that I had accumulated and I was certain that after I had paid off all of the debt I would be able to quit the job and go back to waiting tables. That was no longer the plan. As a matter of fact, things hadn’t worked out the way that I thought they would. Firstly, paying off all of the debt that I had accumulated didn’t mean that I was now in a better place financially, because my mother’s bills kept piling up, her treatments were just too expensive and, secondly, the money that I was making stripping was easy money and therefore very addictive. So far, I hadn’t been forced to do anything that I didn’t want to do and I had managed to keep my virginity intact, the money was just too addictive, and quitting was hard for me.

To top it all off, Amos my boss told me that there was no way that he would let me go because I was too good for his business. You would think and expect him to treat me a little better if I meant that much to him but he didn’t and yet he just treated me like I was one of his possessions in this club that he could just discard if he wanted to and I hated it. One of the reasons why the money I was making wasn’t enough for me to get back on my feet financially was Amos. The more I made the more he took. He was just greedy and sharing wasn’t his thing, this was something that I had been forced to accept and live with.

Another thing that irritated me about the new setup was the fact that I hadn’t been asked if I was comfortable with giving private dances. It was as if I had no say in the matter. I tried asking if I would be safe during these private dances and the only things that I got were that I had to focus on my job and the guards would take care of the rest. That didn’t give me much of a relief because it didn’t assure me that I would be protected during those private dances.

My first dance wasn’t that bad. Charlie was gay and having to give him a lap dance was like me giving Linda a lap dance because he felt nothing throughout the whole dance. As a matter of fact, after our performance, he told me how hard it was for him to keep a straight face while I was grinding on him. However, I knew that the next time I gave someone a lap dance the results would be a whole lot different. Amos didn’t care that I could possibly get molested during these private dances. All he cared about was all the money that he stood to make from me doing them.

The following night, I had my first lap dance and I was literally shitting bricks. Some millionaire guy had made it a point that he booked me as soon as DJ Touch made the announcement.

“How I wish you could just take my place tonight,” I said to Linda as we were getting dressed.

“Trust me, I wish I was you,” he said, “and so does every girl here” she added, looking around at all the girls whose stares were literally staring holes into my body.

”I can't believe Amos thought this outfit would be a good idea,” I said, checking myself out in the mirror one more time. It wasn’t much of an outfit really, but it was better than what I usually wore on stage. It was a metallic bikini top and bottom piece that one could easily take off me by pulling the strings that were holding it together.

“I think you should go, I think the billionaire guy has arrived,” Linda said, and I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I was about to face.

“Just remember, this guy is the most important customer that this club has ever had. Whatever you do, please do not upset him” she added, and I rolled my eyes.

”Aren’t you concerned about him upsetting me?” I asked her.

”Of course I am, but what I am trying to say is that if you upset him he will tell Amos and we both know how that would end for you,” she said, and she was right. The last thing I wanted was to upset Amos and force him to start treating me the same way that he was treating all those other girls that worked in this club.

“You are right,” I said, “wish me luck, I get a feeling I will need it,” I added as I walked out while trying my best not to have a full-on anxiety attack. If this man requested a dance from them, then he had clearly been watching me and he knew exactly what he had paid for. I can’t afford to mess this up.

When I got into the private room that was already set up for the private dance, I noticed that the guy wasn’t there. I rolled my eyes and poured myself a drink in one of the glasses that were there. I needed this to calm my nerves and boost my confidence.

“Did I really think he would be here waiting for me?” I mumbled to myself as I threw myself on the couch and just as soon as I threw myself on it I heard someone clear his throat and I jumped up and spilled the whole drink on myself.

“Great..” I whispered as I ran to the toilet. I hadn’t even seen this man or spoken to him and I was already on my way to ruining things before they even began.

After I was done wiping myself, I walked back into the room and he was now sitting on the couch with his back to me. The whole room was filled with his scent and he was smoking too. There is something that I always found attractive in a man who drank whiskey and smoked. I loved that combination. I swallowed hard and put on the music. Amos told me that I was not supposed to talk to him. The only thing that I was allowed to do was dance.

“Can you please stop the music and come and sit with me?” he said without even looking back at me and I stopped the music and slowly walked to him. If he didn’t want me to play music, what exactly did he want to do with me?

I was at a loss for words and strength when I finally came face to face with him, he was literally a Greek god sitting in front of me. He was so handsome, and he was dressed so formally. Anybody who saw him would have immediately known that he was out of place and he was rich. But his dress code was not the reason I was at a loss for words. In all my life I had never seen anyone as handsome as he was, he was everything that you would imagine a Greek god to be and more, I had never met a man like him and that would explain why I was still a virgin.

“Don’t you want me to dance for you?” I asked him and he shook his head.

”No, I want you to dance but I want to get to know you first,” he said, and I sat down unsure of where this was going. I had never done private dances before this one but Linda had told me what to expect and this was nothing like what she had told me.

“I don’t think that is a good idea,” I said, but sat down anyway and there was an awkward silence for a little while as if we both didn’t know what to say.

“So what is your name?” he asked me.

”Tasha,” I said

”No, I mean what is your real name?” he clarified and I sighed. I had never told anyone my full name and I wasn’t sure if telling him my name was a good idea.

“My name is Natasha,” I said and he smiled.

“That is a beautiful name, but I didn’t think Tasha was short for Natasha. For some reason I always thought that was some kind of an alias”, he said, and I laughed nervously.

“No, it's not, I am not that creative,” I said.

“You look like the type of girl that downplays her talents just to be humble” he commented, “you don’t have to do that with me,” he said, and I blushed. Why was I blushing? I was supposed to be dancing and not blushing. Amos was going to kill me once he discovered I didn’t even move. I looked at the camera.

“Don’t worry about that, I asked them to switch it off” he said getting up and I jumped up too. For some reason, knowing that no one was watching us made me feel very vulnerable and unsafe.

“Please sit down, I won't hurt you,” he said sitting on the same couch that I had been sitting on, and I sat down next to him. What did he want?

“I have a bit of a strange request”, he confessed, and I was even afraid to ask him what he wanted and he didn’t even wait for me to ask what it was.

“Can I lay my head on your lap?” he asked me and my mouth literally dropped open.