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.I felt so out of shape.“Did you say you used to dance?” Vanessa collapsed onto the floor next to me, pulling her long hair out of the bun she had thrown it into when we first started.Even with her hair a mess, she still looked like a supermodel, while I probably looked the complete opposite, all sweaty and gross.“Yeah, ballet and a little bit of hip hop.Apparently, Randy thought that would help me out some.”“Definitely.” She nodded her head.“You may be a quiet little thing, but you sure know how to move that body.The guys will be lining up.That is, if you get up on the stage.Are you sure you really want to do that?”“Truthfully?” I shook my head.“No, not really.I just took this job because it was the only thing I could find.”“Well, let me give you a little bit of advice.Don’t do it.Getting up there can be a little addictive.You seem like a smart girl with a good head on your shoulders.You can find something else, or try to waitress as long as you can.I started out to support my daughter, but now, I don’t know if I could do anything else.Does that sound bad?”I chewed on my bottom lip.“Maybe a little.”“I just don’t want my daughter to think that her mom is a whore or something.I don’t do the kind of stuff that some of the other girls do.You know the stereotypes of strippers.Everyone does.Some people think we’re just like prostitutes.The things that I’ve seen….” She shivered slightly and shook her head before popping up to her feet.“But…they run a very tight ship around here.Anyway, let’s go over a couple of more things.Pole dancing really is fun, so even if you don’t get up on the stage, you could always show off your fancy new moves to some lucky guy.”“Right.” I laughed loudly as I stepped up and gripped the cool metal of the pole with both hands, flipping myself upside down and stretching my legs out into the move that Vanessa explained was dubbed ‘The Batman.’ I was pretty proud of myself at how easily some of the moves came to me.My background in dance did help.If only my first dance instructor Miss Kathy could see me now.I didn’t know if she would be proud or run away to hide in embarrassment.I doubt if I would ever actually do any of them again in my life, but they were fun to learn.A sound snapped my attention to the front of the stage, and I righted myself, pulling down my tank top.It took my eyes a minute to adjust from being upside down, and then I realized it was the owner.How I didn’t know it was Mr.Buchanan in the first place was beyond me.The whole atmosphere of the club seemed to change and my entire body started to tingle, hot and cold all at the same time.I had thought my body was getting a workout from practice, but now it was going into complete overdrive and any aches and pains were quickly forgotten, replaced by a humming sensation that coursed through my veins as I stared at him open-mouthed.I really needed to learn how to control myself when I was around him or I was sure to embarrass myself yet again.“I DON’T GIVE a flying fuck, I’m sick and tired of the excuses, just get the damn job done or you’ll be looking for a new one soon enough.” I ended the call without waiting to hear the jackass’s response, fed up to my eyeballs with having to deal with incompetent people, and entered the club.Movement on the stage froze me in place, but then I realized it was just Vanessa.She had permission to come in during the day if she needed to work on routines.She wasn’t by herself, though.I recognized the other girl on stage as the new waitress from the other night.The one who had spilled the drink in my lap and then decided that she would help me clean it up.One leg curled around the pole, the other pointing up, and her hand held the bar where her calf rested as her upper body hung upside down.The other hand gripped the pole below her head, stretching her torso, causing her tank top to hang dangerously close to her breasts, her hair spilling out in all directions.I couldn’t look away as she slowly slid down the pole, her eyes remaining glued to Vanessa whose movements she was trying to copy.She was doing a pretty good job of it, too, almost better, in fact.There was something about the way her body moved, so sensual and graceful; something familiar that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.Noticing me, they both dropped down, straightening their clothes, and I cleared my throat, shaking myself out of my haze.I needed to remember where I was.I didn’t let myself notice the strippers ever.This was my business and I didn’t mix that with pleasure.That was just a recipe for disaster.“Hey, ladies.Don’t mind me, just stopping in real quick.”Vanessa laughed before hopping off the stage and pushing her hair back.“I didn’t know you would be here, Mr.Buchanan.I’m just teaching Monroe here the ropes.Have you met your newest employee? She’s pretty talented.” The girl, whose name I now knew, stepped to the edge of the stage.Visions of the other night flashed through my head and I swear my dick twitched in my pants at the memory of her hands on me.If I was like some of the guys that owned strip clubs, I would’ve yanked her up, taken her in the back and let her finish the job.I wasn’t like that, no matter that my body wanted otherwise.“Yeah, I think we’ve met.”A deep crimson blush spread across her cheeks, and I figured our first encounter was vividly playing through her mind as well.At least she seemed to be embarrassed by it, some girls would’ve done that on purpose.Her, I wasn’t so sure about.I reached out my hand to pull her down and she stumbled a little, but I was there to catch her, pressing her petite body against mine for just a brief second.Every one of my senses heightened as I took in the softness of her skin, the faint smell of her perfume, and the way her breathing quickened before she straightened herself and stepped back.I needed to reel that shit in fast before it got out of control.“I’m Monroe, your new employee, I guess.I was under the impression that Randy owned the place, so I’m sorry about the other night.If I would’ve known—”“Then you wouldn’t have spilled that drink in my lap?” I couldn’t help but grin as her eyes widened, those ruby red lips opening and closing a few times before she finally replied.“Well, no.That’s not what I meant.I just wouldn’t have…I wouldn’t…I wasn’t thinking…you know what? Let’s just forget all about that and start fresh because it wasn’t exactly my best moment.I swear I’m not a klutz.Most of the time.It’s nice to meet you, Mr.Buchanan.”I wasn’t trying to make her uncomfortable but the way she tended to go on and on was endearing.I had no idea why, most of the time I would find it annoying
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