“You're always nervous and you'll still rock your performance as always. So just calm down and go shake your ass over there and bring me cash,” he said motioning to the stage.

　　“You're really an asshole,” I told him before taking my place on the first step of the stairs which led to the stage.

　　“Good luck,” Jerry whispered as my song started playing. I chose “The Hills” by The Weekend as I felt really comfortable with it. I knew how to move my body to its beat.

　　“Next, we have The Mysterious Vixen!” I heard Jerry announce with pride. I put on a smirk on my face and stepped on stage with my head down and my hair covering my face a bit.

　　Time to unleash Vixen.

　　Following the beat of the song, I stepped towards the pole at the center of the stage. I couldn't show that I was nervous right now. I kept my sexy smirk plastered and as soon as The Weekend's song went on, I raised my head and made eye contact with some of the men present. I have to admit that some of them were a really fine sight to behold. Those lustful stares I was getting were slightly pushing me to do my job better. Once the music actually started, I wrapped one leg around the pole and twirled around it, slowing down my moves, making it sensual. Sexual.

　　“Damn.” I heard someone sigh just in front of me. I pulled away from the pole and got on all fours. I crept my way to the man sitting in the front row. I gave him a little grin when I saw his gaze raking over my legs to my ass. He had baby blue eyes and blond hair. He seemed to be Barbie's Ken. Well, sorry Barbie, I'm about to give your man a lap dance. I slowly got off stage and made my way to him. I smirked when I saw him gulp.

　　“Hello,” I whispered seductively as I started moving my body to the song again. I dropped down and opened his legs. Standing up, I took my place between his legs, giving him a show he was never going to forget. As I sat on his lap, I could feel his dick growing from under me. I tried not to shudder in disgust. Soon, fortunately, my song ended and I leaned to whisper a lie in the man's ear. “I hope to see you again.” That's shit that all strippers had to tell the men they were giving lap dances to so they would come around again.

　　All lights turned off and I made my way back backstage amidst the applause. Two security guys accompanied me to the dressing room to protect me from creeps who would sometimes follow us backstage. Yeah. There were real weirdos and creepers out there.

　　“That was perfect!” Jerry shouted in excitement. I smiled and nodded. “Let's get to your dressing room, then we'll talk,” he said, looking at the two guys behind me. He motioned for them to go as we made our way to the dressing room. I saw Rose get up from her chair and give me a big smile.

　　“I got a boner just by watching you,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.

　　“If you have a dick, you're fired,” Jerry joked while I rolled my eyes. Yes, that was something I tended to do a lot. “Now go. It's your turn,” he said, pushing Rose out of the room. Rose glared at him but still left for her performance.

　　“I’m tired,” I said as I leaned my head against the wall.

　　“Then go home,” Jerry said as he handed me some cash, $500. Now you understand why I work here.

　　“I'll wait for Rose, so we can leave together,” I told him. He nodded and clapped his hands in one firm way before wiggling his eyebrows.

　　“I'm going to watch Rose perform,” he told me with a grin.

　　“Ask her out already.” I teased. He gave me a smirk and wink.

　　“Maybe I will,” he said as I sat down and turned my attention to the television in front of me. The television showed the stage. This way we could see the performance of the other strippers. I could hear Rose's song and soon, she stepped on stage playing with her hair. She definitely knew what she was doing. Every time she'd perform, I'd watch her in awe.

　　After a few minutes, Rose ended her performance and walked back into the dressing room with Jerry following behind her. Didn't Jerry have other strippers to take care of? “I need your help,” Jerry said. I didn't pay attention, thinking that he was probably talking to Rose but then, when I realized that Rose didn't answer, I turned to see both of them staring at me.

　　“What's wrong?” I asked when I saw Rose staring at me with a wide smile while Jerry rushed and dropped down on his knees in front of me. “What the hell?” I asked as I backed away.

　　“You won't believe what just happened!” Rose exclaimed as she walked to us and pulled Jerry up by his ears. They'd look cute together.

　　“What happened?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, looking at Jerry.

　　“I just got an offer,” he said, rubbing his ears.

　　“And?” asked

　　“A private lap dance,” he said with a sheepish smile.

　　“No,” I replied instantly. I've never done private lap dances before, and I'm not planning on doing it either. Rose huffed and stared at me with wide eyes.

　　“The man is giving $50,000!” she exclaimed, making my eyes go wide as I tried not to choke on my saliva. What the actual fuck?

　　“Why?!” I asked in disbelief.

　　“I don't know! But that's a lot of money,” Rose said. “He said that he wanted Vixen! Otherwise, I'd definitely dance for that man,” she said as she sat down. “Accept, Athena.” That was a lot of money. It was just a dance after all.

　　It was definitely a tempting offer.

　　“What if he's a creep?” I asked, playing with my fingers. I always do that whenever I'm nervous. Jerry gave me a smile and walked to the door. He motioned someone to come in. My eyes widened as I saw the blond guy who I had given a lap dance walk into the room. My hands flew to my face to make sure that I still had my mask. I mean, it was so light that I didn't feel it.

　　“Hello,” he greeted and gave me a slight smile when he realized how surprised I was.

　　“Why would you pay such a huge amount of money when I just gave you a lap dance out there?” I asked directly, not wanting to fool around.

　　“Straightforward,” he mumbled to himself. Jerry and Rose nodded at his statement. I rolled my eyes but kept quiet.

　　“I'll need you to do something,” he said as he scratched the back of his head. He looked a little bit nervous. I knew this was bad. Really bad.

　　“That does not sound good...at all,” I said as I sat down on my chair, waiting for him to explain.

　　“It's not that bad,” he tried to reassure. But again, am I supposed to trust this stranger?

　　“Talk.” I demanded, making him grin a little bit.

　　“Well you'll have to do what you do the best,” he said, still wearing the grin.

　　“Eat?” I asked, tilting my head to the left. He stared at me in confusion.

　　“Dance,” he sighed and sat in front of me.

　　“I already danced for you.”

　　“This time, it won't be for me,” he said and I bit down on my lips, waiting for him to elaborate. “My brother just went through a breakup.” He clarified, making me scoff.

　　“And he's all depressed and shit, and I'm supposed to cheer him up?” I guessed and surprisingly, he shook his head.

　　“In fact, no. He's being a cold, arrogant asshole,” he said, mostly talking to himself. “I need you to get an emotion out of him,” he explained. “Any type of emotion...anger doesn't count,” he mumbled. I could see that this situation with his brother was really bothering him.

　　“Why me?” asked

　　“You've got something special,” he said, making me smile. “I've seen it,” he added with a smirk. “I don't think any other stripper here will be able to get a reaction out of him.”

　　“By reaction, you mean a boner, right?”

　　“You're really blunt,” he stated and I nodded. Why should I disagree with that fact?

　　“So, I'm supposed to dance for your cold, arrogant asshole brother?” I asked and he nodded. “Is he here?” asked. He nodded again.

　　“Will you please do it?” he asked, or practically begged. I sighed and nodded.

　　“Fine, I'll do it” I exhaled. “But you must be pretty stupid to spend a lot of money on something that you're not even sure that's going to work” I mumbled.

　　“No, I'm not. I'm just damn rich,” he said arrogantly. “And I'm sure that it will be worth it,” he added as he stood up. I did the same and turned to stare at myself in the mirror. I fixed my mask and my hair before giving them my attention again.

　　“Where is he?” I asked.

　　    “In the private room,” Jerry told me as we all walked out of the room.

　　“If he's so angry and all shit, then why did he agree to come here with you?” I asked the blond dude while following him.

　　“I kinda blackmailed him,” he said. Blackmail? What are you? Ten? I kept my question to myself but nevertheless, I rolled my eyes.

　　“How?” I asked just to make conversation by the time Jerry guided us to the room.

　　“I told him I'd tell my mom,” he said. I stared at him for a few seconds, waiting for him to tell me that it was a joke. He just gave me a grin. Yes. He was definitely ten.

　　“What's your name?” I asked, as I turned to see Rose behind me.

　　“Dean,” he answered. “Yours?”

　　  “Vixen,” I said, not willing to tell him my real name.

　　“I already know your stage name,” he muttered as we reached the private sector of the club.

　　“That's the only name you'll know,” I replied with a grin while turning to Jerry. “I want the cameras in the room turned off.” “What about your security?” he asked. I knew that inside the room, there will be cameras. They were there to ensure that strippers were not in danger while giving a private performance.

　　“You can turn them off. My brother is not going to touch her,” Dean said as his eyes trailed on Jerry's features. He seemed to be judging him. Jerry nodded and walked away.

　　“I'll wait for you in the dressing room,” Rose said as she ran to keep up with Jerry.

　　“Wish me good luck,” I whispered to Dean as I faced the door. I hated to perform. Now imagine how nervous I was to perform again. Twice in a night.

　　“Good luck,” Dean said. “I'm gonna get out of here now.” He laughed at how nervous I was. “There's no monster in there,” he joked. “Calm down” With that he walked away with his hands in his pocket. I stared at the door, fixing my shorts and bra and put my hand on the door knob.

　　Let's get this done.