MY BOSS PERSONAL STRIPPER

" Melanie, you are on in five minutes," My Manager, Enzo, says while I pack up my makeup in the changing room.

I'm wearing a pink lace body suit, and I tie my hair in a neat ponytail showing off my cheekbones and full lips.

"Can I borrow your lipstick, Charlotte?" I ask my best friend sitting beside me as she ties up her knee-high boots.

Charlotte has been my best friend ever since I came into the stripping club.

She's the only one whom I like here.

All the other girls are either bitchy or rude or both.

"Sure," She hands me her pink lipstick, and I line my plump lips with it before smashing them together, making sure the lipstick is coated everywhere.

"Are you doing any private dances today?"She asks me.

"I'm not sure, I'll probably just dance on stage, at least I can get more money" I murmured the last part.

" Ok, you'd better get going, there are a lot of horny men waiting for you." Charlotte chuckles.

"I'll see you after my dance," I wink at her and walk out of the room onto the stage sensually, my boobs bouncing with every step.

"Shake that ass baby!" I hear a man yell from the bottom of the stage. I bite my lip, grab the pole in both my hands, and spin around it, hooking one leg around the pole.

I can hear whistles being thrown at my way, which always motivates me, when I swing my legs up and spread them, giving men the bottom of my body suit.

When I'm done, I walk toward the end of the stage, letting the men put money on my body suit, and someone even put one in my mouth.

I walk off the stage heading to the bar where Charlotte was sitting looking like she just finished giving a man a private

dance.

"Fuck, you looked sexy up there," She squeals, handing me a martini drink.

"I fucking know, those men were drooling over me, it made me feel amazing." I grinned, just then my phone buzzed.

MOM: You'd better get home quickly, your Dad will be home soon.

"Shit" I muttered.

"What's up?" Charlotte says furrowing her eyebrow.

"My dad's gonna be home soon" I sigh.

My dad doesn't know I'm a stripper; he just thinks I work at a bar. My mom, however, does know. 

At first, she was skeptical about it, but she's learned to accept it, and she always makes sure I'm comfortable doing it, and as long as the men aren't touching me, she's fine with it.

"I gotta go," I say to Charlotte taking a sip of my martini drink.

"I'll see you tomorrow night okay?" I nod.

I went back to the changing room, grabbed my things, and headed out the door when Enzo stopped me by standing in front of the door.

"Enzo, I have to go home," I said, trying to pass him, but he doesn't budge. " Enzo, please get out of the way, I warn him.

Enzo is a cool Manager, he's not strict or anything and he treats us well.

He doesn't make us do things we don't want to do, which is the bare minimum, but it's still nice knowing he cares, even if it risks his business.

"A man requested you for a private dance," Enzo states, and I sigh.

"What man?" I questioned, "My dad will be home soon, I can't let him see me dressed like this," I whined.

"It will only take a couple of minutes, he pays well too, and I'll even call you a cab so you can be home sooner," Enzo pleads.

I drop my bag and take off my coat complying with his request.

"He's near the bar, tall, black hair, and he owns this club, Melanie," He said.

"Behave, please, and don't piss him off, I know how you can be sometimes," He warns, and I smile, heading towards the bar where the man sat, holy shit.

He was in a man-spread position on the chair, He wore a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up showcasing his veiny and tattooed forearms his muscles almost popping out of the shirt, and black

jean.

He wore rings on his fingers with beautiful tattoos laced across his huge hands.

He's gorgeous, he looked a little older than me, I could tell by the wrinkles near his eyes, but fuck, he looked handsome for his age.

"You wanted a dance?" I said, sensually rubbing his huge arm, trying my best to remain as confident as possible.

I have never given a private dance to someone this hot before.

"Lead the way, princess," He smirked, sipping the last of his drink with a single gulp.

I grabbed his hand and led him to the backroom, trying to keep my cool and be as confident as possible, even though my panties were soaked right now.

He sat down on the sofa, man spread again, and I stood in front of him. I moved my hands all over my body, stopping at my breasts and squeezing them for him. 

He let out a dark chuckle and adjusted himself in his seat while I dropped to the floor and spread my legs before coming back up slowly. He licked his lips, and I took this as a sign to straddle his lap.

"Let me see your breasts and I'll give you

5,000 dollars." He spoke, keeping his hands on his sides, trying his best not to touch me, as you weren't allowed to touch strippers at this club.

"I don't do that, sir," I state, roaming my hands over his broad shoulders, and he smirks.

"I'll give you 10,000, I won't touch, I just want to see," He says, and I notice a wedding ring on his finger.

fuck.

I agree to his request and slip the straps off my body, revealing my breasts, and I push them closer to his face. 

He grabs my ass and squeezes it, and my eyes widen in shock, but I don't stop him.

I trace kisses down his neck, sucking on his skin, and I can hear him breathing heavily as I grind against his cock.

"What's your name baby?" He whispers into my ear.

"Melanie," I say, Fuck I'm not supposed to give my name but I was just lost in the moment.

"Leonard but you can call me Leo," He said, even though his name is hot.

He grabs my breasts in his hands and twists my nipples making me let out a moan.

The cold metal of his rings causes my nipples to harden but the inner girl in me tells me that this is so fucking wrong.

"I can't," I breathe, "I can't do this shit, and I'm not letting you touch me." I get up off his lap and pull up the straps of my bra.

"I think it's a little late for that, don't you think, sweetheart?" He chuckles darkly, opens his wallet, and gives me the $10,000.

This is the most money I have ever made from a private dance. Usually, I would get about $500 or $1000 if I was lucky, but this was way too much, even though he did grab my ass and breasts.

The thought of him being married flooded into my mind. His poor wife must not be satisfying him enough; that's why he has to come to a strip club.

" I have to leave," I said.

He walked up to me slowly, lifting my chin to look him in the eye with the palm of his finger.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," he says in a deep voice and his eyes are filled with lust.

"You liked it didn't you?" he said.

"Liked what?" I question slightly getting annoyed.

"You liked me touching your breasts, didn't you? The way you were grinding your pussy on me gave it away" He smirks.

With that, I storm out of the room not letting him get to me.