I hoisted myself back up, spinning around the pole, and performing such a beautiful little act for him. I was powerful on the pole, that was where I felt most at home, and once I had him in my snare, I knew he would be captivated.
He clasped his hand on Tom’s shoulder, motioning to me, and there was a soft conversation before Tom gave him a nod and moved towards the side of the stage.
I spun my way down the pole, my hips circling and back arching as I showed off my ass, bare breasts cupped around the pole and reflected in the mirror ahead of me.
Next, my fingers worked into the skirt, feeling over my soft skin and tugging down the leather and rhinestone material to show off the slutty little thong beneath. My eyes went back to Tom’s friend, and saw he’d moved onto one of the couches, alone and getting comfortable.
It only took a few moments before another dancer approached him, trying to sit in his lap, but he gently rebuked her advances, his eyes on me all the while.
I had a good feeling about it. About him.
My fingers went down to my covered pussy, rubbing over it for a moment as I tilted my head to the side, licking over my lips. He gave me such a smile, and even from the stage I could see he was handsome. If I was working the floor, I might have passed him up with how much of a wreck I felt. You might think it was harder getting turned down by the ugly, old men, but no, it was way worse getting turned down by the hot guys.
The hot guys that really knew how to fill out a suit.
I’d almost lost track of the rhythm of my songs as I watched him, dancing only for him, but then I heard the DJ.
“That’s the ravenous Ruby! Remember, guys, you can take her for a private dance or get really intimate in the champagne room.”
I grabbed for my bra and skirt, along with the few tips I’d managed, before I went right over to my beckoning manager.
“Hey, Ruby,” he said in his baritone voice. “Luc over there,” he motioned towards the man he’d been talking to, “is in from out of town. He owns the chain, and requested you. Don’t fuck this up, don’t do anything illegal, don’t...”
He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes were on Luc, and that mischievous smile he had upon his gorgeous face.
I nodded to Tom absently. “Don’t worry about it.”
I moved towards my target, breasts still bared and the nipples so stiff at the prospect of making some real money.
“Hi,” I said as I knelt next to him, not being so presumptuous as the other dancer I’d seen him shoo away. Not that I didn’t believe he wanted me in his lap. My eyes ran over his body, over his strong brow, his powerful jaw, his full lips.
He reached out, brushing his finger along my arm, over the raven tattoo I had there.
“What’s it mean?” he asked, and his voice was accented. I’d guess Russian, perhaps, but I wasn’t sure over the loud music that had turned from my metal into some watered down rap.
“Protection,” I said with a small smile. “It’s supposed to bring power and protection.”
Those fingers of his slid up my arm, along to my shoulder. He was masculine, strong, but his fingertips weren’t rough so much as just hardened. He lightly stroked my hair and seemed to take some time to appreciate me up close, as if checking to make sure I was real and not the product of some stage effects.
The smile that grew upon his face said he got the answer he was hoping for, and I was still as flesh and blood and real as ever.
“A beautiful woman like you deserves all the protection she can get,” he said approvingly, letting his arm slide in behind me, holding me. “I didn’t expect to find such a magnificent women here. You’re more than a cut above the rest of the dancers, Ruby,” his compliments delivered in that rich, masculine husk of his, making them sound all the sweeter.
I really liked his voice. I don’t know why, but I had always found voice really important in a man.
But it was business, not pleasure, I reminded myself, though there was no harm in enjoying it a little. Dancing for handsome men was always a secret high for me, knowing they thought I was so hot they’d pay for me to be naked when I would have done it for free...
I smiled brightly as my hand rest against his shoulder gently.
“Thank you, Luc,” I purred sincerely, my clear blue eyes finding his, fluttering over them. “Do you have any tattoos?”
“A few,” he said to me smoothly, letting his fingers trace along my collarbone, enjoying the soft feel of my skin. “But seeing as I am not the dancer in this scenario of ours, mine are not so easily shared,” he said with a light humour to his voice, his eyes soaking me up.
In a space devoted to watching the bodies of beautiful women, he had a way of making me feel like I was the only one in the entire place. His intense gaze was unwavering as he sized me up.
“How about I take you up for a private dance, hmm?” he said in that husky, accented voice of his. “You are working after all, it would be inconsiderate of me to monopolize your time with no reward.”
I nodded as I leaned in, bringing my lips to his ear, “We could go to a room if you like,” I offered. “There’s bottle service there.”