Prologue
The crowd watched immensely in awe as Aria twisted her body around the pole, shaking her ass, and dropping into splits. The lights flashing and money was being thrown in all directions. As the song ended, she collected her money and walked off the stage, going off into the dressing room. She grinned as her best friend approached her, getting ready to go up next. Aria plopped down on the couch and counted her money.
“How the hell do you not get tired? I have to push myself just to finish.” Mia said.
Aria looked up from her money giving her a toothy grin, “Bitch, this is a walk in the park for me. Plus, I’m double jointed as well.” She chuckled.
Mia shook her head leaving out the room hearing her name called up on stage. Aria stashed her money into her purse and into her little safe that she brought so that she won’t have to worry about her money as she showered. Just as she was about to hit said showers her boss, owner of the club came up to her.
“Aria, baby girl. Can you do a private dance, really quick?” He asked with hopeful eyes boring into her.
She huffed placing her hand on her hip, “I have to get home to my husband. Give it to Mia.” Trying to walk past him, he held his arm out blocking her way.
Aria stepped back folding her arms over her chest annoyed. “He asked for you specifically and the cash is good.” He pressed.
Aria bit her lip and nodded, “Alright, give me ten minutes.” She sighed.
Going back to her safe, she opened it and pulled out her phone, she texted her husband that she had to do help close tonight and that she would be a little bit later than usual. Aria went ahead and took a quick shower. As she approached the room, she had one a lingerie set and a towel wrapped around her hair to dry it.
“Hey, are you ready?” She poked her head into the room.
“Why are you poking your head in? I’ve been ready for you all night ma.” A baritone voice called out.
Letting herself inside her eyes fell upon a dark chocolate man sitting on the leather couch in the far corner, he had deep brown eyes. He bit his lip holding back his smile as his eyes raked over her. Taking in all of her curves; her purple and black lingerie hugging her just right. She threw the towel off her hair shaking it free, it stopped at the top of her shoulder.
“Gonna close the door?” He asked, speaking up. Aria quickly closed the door and went across the room to start the music. Choosing Freak Me by Silk, she flipped off the lights and turned on the mood lights. She chose the color red cause she thinks it adds more intensively.
“Ready?” She purred as she came closer to him.
Straddling his lap, he laid back relaxing as she grinds down against him. Money Maker by Ludacris came on and Aria shook her ass twerking on his lap like she was riding his dick. Might as have since he had an evident bulge in his pants. Licking his lips, the man slapped her ass gripping it hard causing an involuntary moan to slip from her mouth.
“You like that shit?” He chuckled slapping her ass again.
Aria bit her lip nodding as she turned around and bent over making her ass clap and threw it in a circle for him. He watched in a trance straining against his zipper.
“How much I gotta spend for a night?” He asked rubbing her ass.
“I’m not selling ass.” Aria rolled her eyes.
As the song changed to Rihanna’s Yeah, I said it. Aria slowed it down dancing seductively in front of him. She went down to her knees and slow grind on the floor her hands running over his bulge. The man held her gaze as she rode an invisible dick until the song ended.
“Time’s up, that was two songs.” She said.
Pulling herself back up with the help of his knees, “You sure I can’t get a night with you baby girl? I can offer you anything.” He flashed his pearly whites.
“I don’t sell ass and quite frankly I don’t need the money.” She told him brushing off her knees.
It was true, Aria didn’t dance for money, she danced because it was fun and she enjoyed having men’s attention but the money was a plus.
“Okay, so I can’t offer money or good dick?” He chuckled.
“I’m not lacking in either of those areas,” Aria smirked.
She turned to walk away; the dark chocolate man watched as her hips sway as she moved. He wanted her and he’ll get her, that’s something he knows. Going back to change into her normal clothes, she stopped by her boss’ office to pick up her money for the private dance. Mia was on the desk with her legs wide open and his head between them. It wasn’t anything new to her, Mia picked up the stack of money and handed to her so that she could leave.
As she got home, her husband was already in bed. She got undressed and slid into bed with him. He automatically wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him as he relaxed more. Aria took in his scent, always smelled like spearmint. She looked into his clean shaved face and caressed it. He hummed smiling before burying his face into her neck. She went to sleep peacefully.
