His Stripper (Dance For Me)

The song ends, and Holly steps off the stage, switching spots with Trish.

“Wow, she was really good,” Hazel points out like she is genuinely fascinated.

“Yes, Holly always takes her routine very seriously. She used to dance ballet.”

Holly must have heard her name because she spins around and waves at me before skipping over to where we stand.

“Hi! New girl?” Holly chirps excitedly, but I know it’s fake. She hates new girls, and if Hazel stays, she’d better watch it around her.

“If she can dance, yes.”

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got,” Holly urges. “You might want to lose the glasses, though. You have contacts?”

“We’ll get her some contacts but not right now. I have things to discuss with her first. Hazel, let’s go to my office and talk about the details,” I lie. I do want Hazel to dance now, but it will be for my eyes only.

I lead her behind the bar and up the stairs to my office. She steps inside hesitantly, and when I shut the door behind us, she jumps back like I’m about to tear her throat out.

“Calm down. I’m not gonna bite.” My words don’t seem to help much. She wraps her arms around herself like she’s cold, but it’s pretty warm up here, so I’m sure she’s just nervous and scared.

Walking over to the small wet bar next to my desk, I pull out two glasses and pour a healthy amount of whiskey in each. When I turn around, Hazel hasn’t moved an inch. Only when I hand her one of the glasses does she seem to snap out of her frozen state.

I watch her take a few tiny sips before I take a seat on the leather couch in the corner. Swirling the amber liquid around in my glass, I look up and down Hazel’s thin body.

“Dance for me,” I order before bringing the glass to my lips.

Hazel takes a large sip of the whiskey, almost emptying the glass completely. She tries to hide her disgust, but she can’t hide her cough from the strong booze. She looks around the room and finds a side table closest to her to put her glass down.

The music from below isn’t loud, but it’s enough for her to dance to. I lean back and stretch out my arms, waiting for her to start. She takes another minute, but I let her take her time.

Looking anywhere besides me, she starts moving her hips to the rhythm of the music. Her arms start to move next. She seductively moves them over her ribs, up her body until they are in the air above her head, and her whole body is moving in sync to the music.

She is better than I thought she would be. This innocent-looking, nerdy girl can dance.

“Start taking your clothes off,” I tell her, and I can almost hear her gulp from across the room. Nevertheless, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and starts pulling it off her body while continuing to sway her hips lightly.

A worn-out white bra comes into view. I’ve never seen anything less sexy, yet my cock still strains against my zipper. After throwing her shirt to the ground, she dips her fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulls those down her slender legs.

That part is almost impossible to do in a sexy way, but somehow, she even manages that. I take another sip of my booze, hoping the alcohol will magically make my raging boner disappear. That thought is nonexistent when she reaches around her back and unclasps her bra. Her tits spill free, and a groan rumbles in my chest. Fuck me, her tits are perfect. Perky, just the right size, with rosy nipples that are begging to be sucked.

She spins around slowly, and I almost come in my pants. Jesus, what is it about this girl? I’ve seen more women dance naked than I can count, but I don’t remember reacting to anyone like this… ever.

Even though every fiber in my body wants me to push her onto her knees and thrust my cock into her throat, I know I need to do this by the book. Ace will have my balls if I fuck up one of our upfront businesses.

“That’s enough.” I grit my teeth, my words coming out way more harsh than they have to be. “You’ll do. Get dressed.”

Downing the last bit of whiskey from my glass, I get up and place it back on the wet bar. My cock aches with each step I take, but I force the fucker down.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch her dress quickly. When she is all covered up again, I motion for her to sit down in front of my desk while I grab an application from the filing cabinet.

I normally hand new employees the paper and a pen, but I’m too curious to know every detail about her to do it that way. Instead, I sit down across from her and keep the application in front of me.