Chapter 9: A man she can't control

*SHANNON*

"Baby do you understand, I mean this isn't a big deal to you considering... "

"Considering what Jason... Shutting down the club... Since when did we have special customers to ask all over others," I failed to understand how Jason was becoming so unprofessional. I recalled the first day I started work, he put me through at tough time. He never took no for an answer. I was just a young girl clueless about the strip club ways.

He put so many rules on my head that at some point I wanted to quit. His rules were clear. No customer was above others. They paid an amount to see the butterfly queen and that was it. So who was the man to shut down the club for himself.

"Believe me, Baby, my hands are tied.. this man is a VIP.. I can't neglect his need for pleasure... He requested for you to match down there and put on a great show for him," Jason said with his hands folded to the front as if begging me. No amount of begging would make me do it.

"Just how much did he pay huh... How much that the mighty Jason Navarro has been reduced to a simple dog," I knew I was being sarcastic but Jason left me no choice. He shrugged so he walked past me and when to the dressing table. I didn't see the other girls around. I guess he sent them downstairs to attend to customers.

"Baby, the man is like some fucked up rich man... I can't do anything at this point... He requested privacy and I can assure you... " He said and returned with my mask, I had a whole bunch of different collections of masks, and all of them were custom-made.

"He's a hottie, okay, young handsome... Broad shoulders, solid chest.. those eight abs, striking eyes, a face of a devil straight from hell, let's just say he's a piece of cake, for you" Jason blurted out the words I didn't understand while he helped me put on the mask. If it were any other man, I would have rained insults on him. But Jason was a good man, despite everything he proved to be a good greedy friend. Who used me to gain more riches.

"Shannon baby, you are my little treasure" he added as turned me around and started typing the strings.

"You mean, your little money maker?" I corrected him, I was his little money maker who every man was willing to give their fortune to see me. Jason understood without me the strip club would have zero customers.

"No, but I can't lie, now go and see him.. just bent over and show him your ass wiggle those curvey hips and show him a little... You know.. make it spacy" he commented as he moved away from me. I turned to look at myself in the mirror and adjust the mask, picked up the red lipstick and smeared it on my plump lips. The mask only showed half of my face and eyes. But no one would know how I Looked like, especially with the wig I always wore.

"I'm not having sex with anyone... Don't don't sell me out" I said angrily, gripped a whip and took the cowgirl cap. Tonight I was thinking about trying something sweaty and sexy. A little corny but I wanted to whip some man to orgasm. I've been practicing hence I could try it on the man.

"And Shannon?" Jason called me when I pulled the door open. Tilting my head, Jason walked to me.

"Treat him well.. I trust you," he said but I was already out of the changing room. There was no exception to how I treated my customers. All of them were equal. Their pleasure was my responsibility.

The club was large building. Aside from the two clubs, it had an exclusive bedroom on the third floor. The beds were for customers who wished to spend the night.

To be honest I dislike putting on a show in private rooms. Men tended to be more emotional when alone, they thought they could do whatever they wanted even having sex.

I wasn't a sex stripper, I had rules. Touching me was enough but no kissing, my lips were off limit until that man happened.

Grabbing a bottle of water on the side table near the room. I took a long gulp before sitting it down. I fixed my outfit making sure my cleavage was showing in a sexy way and pushed open the door.

All rooms had dim red lights, everything was satin red, from the curtains to the bed linens and the carpet. Shiny and gave a romantic dangerous scenery. I entered and closed the door. My eyes darted around until they stopped at the bed covered in white linens. The chandelier above gave dim red light. The scent of rosewood and lavender invaded my nostrils as I searched for the man.

"No one here," I muttered as I walked around not sure if I missed the room number. But of course, this was the one. It was farthest from other rooms.

"Maybe it's the wrong room" I guessed, hence I turned to leave when suddenly someone hugged me from behind. It was a man judging by the solid chest pressing against my bare back. He was naked?

My heart skipped a beat as I friend to regain my composure and act professionally. I didn't want to screw this up and have Jason scold me.

"S-sir... Kindly sit down" I said, attempting to turn around when he trapped me in his embrace. His segment was familiar but I couldn't pinpoint where I smelled such an overwhelming perfume before.

"I heard the dancer queen is the best" came a raspy voice, more fruity and manly that I was curious to know who the voice belonged to. Judging by his body and hands on me. He didn't seem to be and old man.

"I.. I can assure you, sir.. I'm the best.. just.. " I tried to get out of his hold but his hand on my hip tightened as he traced down and grabbed my giant ass. A shiver went through me. It seemed like he was the man in charge and not me.

"Really," he muttered and I felt his lips brush on my shoulder. What was he doing.

Damn it, who was he to do this.

"Can the dancer queen make an exception.. I'm here to be pleasured not just with silly dance move" he mumbled and squeezed my ass so much that my legs wobble, weakening with each touch.

"That's why I'm here" I finally regained control over myself and pushed him away enough for me to stand away from him.

"The last time.. I didn't get a full show... Your ranking is exaggerated.. you are an overrated dancer queen" he said in a normal boring voice. Due to the red lights, I didn't make out the contours of his face other than him being half-naked. But upon hearing such degrading words. I was offended.

"Excuse me sir... But I always deliver and give my customers absolute pleasure," I remarked, trying by all means to hide my anger. I wasn't supposed to loose my temper. But the man in front of me made me so angry.

"A stripper who can't do her job correctly... Your job is to give the customers what they want.. but you are scared... Tell me why are you doing this kind of job.. if you are soaked cat" the so-called man continued stepping on my toes. By now I was extremely enraged and ready to give him a lifetime of insults. What did he know about me, about my life to say such trash.

"With all due respect, who are you to tell me what to do!" I lashed out at him, who knew nothing about my life and why I was doing this.

"For a woman beautiful.. I don't think you can have a hard time finding a decent job" he added and walked closer to me. I didn't imagine voting here and getting insulted.

"You are a fucked up man, an ass hole," I spat out and turned to leave when he forcefully grabbed my hand and pushed me back and snaked his arms around my waist and tightened his grip.

"If you fucking love this shitty job you do.. then get naked and let me fuck you hard and treat you like a slut you are" the man muttered with a hint of disdain to his voice and grabbed my head and yanked my wig away and fisted my hair tightly that I felt like my head had been separated from my body.

"How dare you!" I yelled raising my hand to slap him when he caught it and twisted it behind my back and trapped me completely. My heavy breathing was enough to show ho angry I was. How dare he say such things to me. I was a human not his toy if he came to lecture me. Then he could as well as go to hell.

"Unfinished business.. I'm buying this place in a few days.. so you can as well as start looking for a new job now... You seem incompetent and I might fire you once I become the boss" the man whispered while learning closer to me. Such guts, the audacity he had to treat me like a trash.

"I'll have a taste of this so-called queen dancer.. at my bachelor party you did badly.. horribly that I was compelled to buy this good-for-nothing place" He added bitterly, at the mention of bachelor party. My eyes widened in realization. This was the man, the damned man I had a one-night stand with. What was he doing here and why did he say he was buying the club.

"Let me go" I said boldly and prepared to leave when he reached for my mask and snapped it in half and tossed the pieces away. I was stunned at his boldness.

"No woman says no to Reins, queen" whispering that he ripped my bra apart and tossed it away. Surprising me as I tried to get away from him, when he pushed me away and I lost my balance and fell straight on the bed and he came up on me in large strides. This was my first time meeting a man I couldn't control with my body and looks. How was that possible?

To be continue.