Play With Me

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Summary

A stripper makes his dreams come true when he meets a man that has more money than he can dream of. But money isn't the only thing on Asher's mind. An erotic romance about a young stripper who meets a rich man that's interested in him. Now Asher may be obsessed with money and making his dreams of going to California come true, but he isn't that shallow. There's more to him being a pole dancer that's looking out for himself and his credit. What started out as just a steamy meet up from time to time turns into something more as they begin to fall for each other. Asher has no idea what's in store for him once he starts getting involved with the man that gives him everything he wants and more. What could possibly happen when he gives in to his emotions?

Genre:
Erotica / Romance
Author:
InfiniteTeal
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
32
Rating:
5.0 38 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

Chapter 1

I walked in to work quietly, holding my bag close under my arm. It wasn’t quiet in the club. Everyone got here before me and there were already guests sitting in the lounges, already being serviced. I walked towards the back and pushed the door open to lead to a back dressing room. There was an open space with a mirror and chair, a few clothes laying on it, and a charger plugged in to a socket. I put my bag down on the chair and sighed to myself.

“You seem...tired.” a friend beside me said.

I turned to Casey, seeing him holding a cigarette that wasn’t lit yet. “Ricky will fire you.” I said to him, because Ricky hates it when anyone of us smoke.

“Its not lit.” He pulled his lips in as he set the cigarette down. “So, you sober or…?”

I felt terrible. “We have to stop performing at house parties.” I felt sore. My muscles were aching and in pain. My fingers hurt. My back hurt. My thighs hurt.

“It was fun.” Casey laughed to himself. I know he had fun drinking and smoking.

I didn’t. I don’t drink much. At all. I’m not a fan of alcohol but I can smoke everyday and not feel bad. I shouldn’t drink and smoke. I had to admit the party was fun though, and on the side I made a little extra money.

“You know, I actually got paid last night. They know they didn’t hire strippers.”

“That’s what happened before you were swinging outside on a lamp pole.” He laughed louder. I don’t remember getting out of hand. “I have to get you drunk more often.” He got off his chair so he could leave.

Sometimes I forget that I’m a stripper, until I start climbing on items I shouldn’t climb on. Casey is nice enough to bring me to parties, to hang out with the others, though I’m way younger than they are. I will be turning twenty-one at the end of the year, and I probably won’t say anything about it till it’s my birthday.

The environment can get a little crazy, but it’s not as raunchy as I thought it would be. That’s why I stayed for a year. It’s not as vulgar but it can be. I’d like to think of this place as a classy party on some nights, but it can get wild. Though I strip, I don’t have to take off my underwear if I don’t want to. And sex in the club is against the policy. I think my boss put that in place because of me.

But I’m not interested in being with anyone here. I just want my money so I can go home and pay my bills. It’s just me in my life. My parents died. My other family members aren’t around, and I had nothing. I didn’t go to college, and I didn’t get a different job. I needed the money, and I got it fast when I work here. It’s better. Sometimes I like going home with a thousand dollars a night. But I still have bills to pay, and at the end of the month, I’m not left with a lot.

I took off my clothes, right down to my underwear. I decided that I don’t need any glitter or something provocative on me. While the others were out being obnoxious, I just pole dance and give myself up to the quiet ones who don’t want a party. Sometimes they’re creepy, sometimes they are genuine and want to pay my bills. I have to be careful cause one day, I really might walk out as a sugar baby.

I went out on to one of the platforms under the low lighting. I could see the glitter that was from earlier. I hoped it wasn’t obvious that I was cold; I could feel the goosebumps all over my body, but that happens every night when the only thing I wear are tight black briefs that are skin tight.

My hand took hold of the pole slowly, and I walked around it, trying to feel the music. It took a second for me to get into it, and then I was holding myself up on the pole. I had to do a bunch of fancy tricks and spread my legs because I won’t get paid if I don’t. I just want one day where I could spin around for fun. No graphic and vulgar gestures, no being dirty. Until then, I’ll have to just shake my ass and make it seem like I’m seconds away from taking my dick out.

I recognized some faces. I knew them by how much they paid me. There were some that paid much more than others. And they were eager tonight to slip dollar bills in my underwear. There were those who were aggressive, they don’t pay a lot but when they do pay, they take it upon themselves to grope me while they do it. And it would piss me off, but they end up just giving me their money so I can’t complain.

There was one face I haven’t seen ever.

This man seemed like he didn’t belong at a strip club. He was dressed for business. And that’s not uncommon, except he was looking right at me. I mean, right at me, like in my eyes. That almost shook me up a bit, to the point where I wanted to go over to him. I wasn’t sure if I was doing a good job or not, but he was watching me, not too far off.

I stayed up on the pole, leaning my head back to stare into the crowd again. I wanted him to come closer because he was still looking at me. He didn’t even glance towards the other strippers that walked by him, or even tried to get his attention. I guess it’s a good thing that I can keep someone’s attention, but he made me curious for some reason.

This might become a private show if he doesn’t look away. I spun around my pole, teasing that I might take off my underwear but I obviously wouldn’t. I wasn’t really turned on today, and I’ve had days where everyone could see my erection through my underwear. I wasn’t going to play around and swing my dick in someone’s face, that’s just not what I’m interested in.

However, someone was staring hard at me, and I considered really stripping for them.

That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go over to him. If he was staring so hard, it means that he wanted something from me. I might as well give it to him. He’ll pay, right? He looks rich. That means he has to be rich. As long as I get my money, I don’t care about his financial state.

As I got closer to him, I was more interested. It was dark so I couldn’t see before, but now that I was closer, I was more than just interested. He’s sexy, and I definitely liked that. Now I had questions I wanted to ask, like why was he in a strip club? What could he possibly want with me? Cause we both know he was staring incredibly hard, and it looked like he was enjoying what I was doing. There has to be a reason why he wanted me.

And by the expression on his face, he wanted me to come over.

Is he really going to make me work for the money? I stood in front of him, staring down at him, and thinking of what I should do. Obviously, I could walk somewhere else, and do something for people I recognize, at least then I won’t get kidnapped. Or, I could take my chance and do something spontaneous with him. He seems eager. And he looks damn good in a suit.

He moved in his hand in his jacket, and immediately I knew he was reaching for money. There was a fifty dollar bill in his hand, so that was definitely a start. I wanted it. But I wanted more. I reached to take it out of his hand, but I paused, thinking about what opportunities there could be for me to get more money.

“How about we go somewhere more private?” I asked in his ear as I slipped the money out of his fingers. I let my hand move in his so I could pull him out of his seat and bring him along with me. He didn’t resist.

He followed me, letting me take him to a private back room. I don’t come in here often. It’s mostly because I don’t want to give private shows to people no matter how much they pay. But I can definitely do it for him. I didn’t mind. There was something about him being interested in me that almost made me want to give everything up just to dance for him.

The room was low lit with red lights. The pole in the center of the room glowed in the darkness and had glitter all over it. This was one of my favorite rooms, but I rarely come back here while I’m working. It’s a rare occasion. I sat the man down in the chair and moved to grab the pole, wondering what I should do for him tonight. Depending on what he gives me, I might give him more.

“Any reason why you wanted to come back with me?” A little curious that he didn’t object. I mean, people come to strip clubs to get strippers to dance for them whether it be a private show or not. But people don’t usually choose favorites right off the bat.

“Personal service isn’t wrong, is it?” He asked.

I smiled. “Not necessarily, but you’re going to have to pay for it and it’s not cheap.” I hope he knew that. I wasn’t going to play around with my money.

“Money isn’t a problem for me.” He said with ease, pulling out a few bills from inside his jacket pocket. I wanted to hold back my giddiness. He’s rich! He has to be. That’s what got me so excited to play around with him.

I let go of the pole and walked to him, taking the money from his fingers as I sat down on his lap. I probably have dollar signs sparkling in my eyes. I know he has more money in that jacket pocket of his, I just know it.

“Well then, I can do almost everything you want.” I said. There are still rules; actual sex is not allowed in the club but other close to sexual activities are permitted.

“Let’s save some of it for another time.” He said.

“You’ll come back for more?” I asked.

“We’ll see.” he was hinting that he might actually come back.

He’s tempting me. He almost makes me want to work hard so I can get him to pay me more.

I moved on his lap, grinding my hips on him, hoping that he was into it. It only took a second for him to put his hand underneath my thigh. His fingers were inching under my underwear, and I know what he was going to do in the next second if I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to think about the rules. He’s just so sexy, and I wanted to do things with him, to him.

I looked into his eyes, almost daring him to keep going. Because of the low lighting, I couldn’t see what color his eyes were, but he stared right back at me, that same determination like he wouldn’t stop unless I forced him to. That definitely got my attention for sure. My arms moved around his neck, and I stopped for just a second, wondering if he would take that chance. When he moved his hand again, I knew he was serious. That was my cue to get up, but I didn’t.

I did my best to hold in my smile, but I couldn’t. I wanted to flirt with him so badly, and not the kind of fake flirting I do with everyone. I was actually interested in him. And its not because he’s been giving me money. I looked away, my lips curving into a smile, and my hands moved to hold on to his wrists, stopping him from going any further.

“There are rules.” I said to him.

“I can’t touch you-”

“You can’t fuck me.” I clarified for him.

And it was forward of me to say, but I know he’s interested. He wouldn’t be trying to get in my underwear if he wasn’t interested in doing something. He smiled, and that almost made me horny. I hated that I couldn’t do anything. He moved his hands from underneath my thighs and placed them at my waists, where he couldn’t do anything to me. My hands were still holding his wrists, but I let go slowly, and moved my arms around his neck again.

“Don’t tell me you came to a strip club just for some ass.”

“Long day at work.” he said as I began moving on him again. I was grinding my hips slowly to the music. I didn’t want to pick up the pace. In fact, I was about to ignore everything all together, and just focus on him.

“I won’t ask what you do.” I told him. Some people prefer not to talk about work, he seems like that type.

“What about you?”

“I do this for a living.” I said, though he should’ve guessed that.

I got off him, but turned around, sitting on his lap again. Now my back was to him, and I could do what I wanted to. It’s easier to move this way. I felt his hands at my waist again, and this time, he slipped more money against the fabric of my underwear, keeping it pressed at my waist. I closed my eyes and took a breath. I rolled my hips against him, grinding on him, thinking to myself that it might be fun to let him fuck me. It got me curious. Was he good at it? I shouldn’t tease him. His hands were pressing tighter at my waist, bringing me back on him more, almost making me sit on his lap.

He has a strong grip. And as much as I liked that, he has no idea what kind of strength he was using on me. I sat obediently on his lap, and gave him a second. I expected to feel a boner pressing up against me, but I don’t think I worked hard enough for that. He wasn’t that excited. That means I should work harder, right? It’s kind of insulting. I’m doing my best here.

“We should continue this tomorrow.” He said in my ear.

I closed my eyes when I heard his voice. There were chills going up my spine, and I hoped that he didn’t feel me shiver. That would be embarrassing. But I liked him so much. If I was a hooker, this would be a whole different experience.

“Wear something lacy.” he said to me quietly.

Oh. Like lingerie?

Does he like lingerie?

I bit my lip as I rose off him slowly. He’s really going to make me work for it. I was almost excited that he was coming back tomorrow. I wanted him to stay now, but this is better. I shouldn’t be getting close to anyone that comes in here. I knew better than to get excited, but here I was smiling as I watched him leave. I guess knowing that he's coming back tomorrow night gets me more interested.

I walked over to the backroom where the other strippers were, and Casey was waiting there quietly, actually smoking this time. He tends to take long breaks because he doesn’t like working that much. I took out the money that was setting between my underwear and my waist. I hadn’t counted how much money there was, but I was about to the second I got it in my hand. To my surprise, I was met with hundred dollar bills.

The entire time, I thought he was giving me fifties and twenties, but I had multiple hundred dollar bills in my hand. My jaw just about dropped. This is my rent for the next three months. I made that in one night. I’m not really tight for money, but I do have bills to pay. I’ll have enough money to spend on myself for once.

“Where’d you go?” Casey asked when I walked over to him, still counting.

“I met a guy.” I said plainly as I tucked the money away. “I think he’s rich, like sugar daddy rich.”

“Hm.” Casey nodded slowly and looked away, blowing smoke out through his lips. “How much he give you?” He asked.

“I have enough to pay rent for the next three months.” I said.

His eyes slightly widened in shock. And he wanted to pretend like he wasn’t shocked but I saw the look on his face. I almost smiled because this was it. If I can snatch this guy up, I’ll have everything.

“Damn, Asher. You really about to do this?” He saw the look on my face.

“Hell yeah.” I wasn’t going to pass up on this opportunity.

I just have to find something lacy to wear tomorrow.

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