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with the tips I have now. Do I have to?” I whined.
    “It’s one of the requirements of working here. Tamika assured me that you needed the money and you would do it. Don’t worry. It’s perfectly safe and these men are rich and are gentleman. This is a private club and there are rules.” I’ve never met a rich gentleman in my life. The two words rich and gentleman shouldn’t be in the same sentence. It should be more arrogant and privileged, now that would describe them.
    Grabbing a bottle of water from a tray of a waitress walking by, I drank it to settle my stomach, went to the restroom to freshen up and comb my wig. I still had the envelope in my bra when I looked down. I decided to open it, and I couldn’t believe it. I had five thousand dollars in hundreds. I looked around as if I thought someone would wrestle me to the floor and take it. I was ecstatic and rushed to put it in my locker.
    Walking out with a little more confidence and suspicion, I felt that this would be the last lap dance I would ever have to give, and I could do this. “I can do this,” I mumbled. I held on to the wall praying that I wouldn’t fall and then I opened door to room 205.
    Sitting there in a black tux, in a chair waiting for me to give him a lap dance was the blue eyed gorgeous man who picked me up on the Westside highway after I caught Troy in a compromising position. There sitting there was the man who thought I was a prostitute, and handed me his card. What’s his name? Yes, that’s right, Evan Hunter. My eyes steadily blinking because of nervousness and the long eyelashes.  
    This man makes me nervous. What is such a handsome rich man doing in a club like this? He must be able to get any woman he wants. Maybe he likes kinky stuff? But he chose the wrong woman for that.
    “Why are you standing there gazing at me as if you have never seen a man before? Aren’t you here to give me a lap dance?” There was that hint of arrogance I suspected was hiding beneath that cool exterior.
    “It’s not that and yes that’s why I’m here and my only reason for being here is to give you a lap dance.”
    “Do you know what I want?” His gaze bore into me.
    “Yes,” I answered with my lips twitching.
    “Well? Do you want more money?” I just realized that it was him that had given me that envelope containing five thousand new bills. And because of that and the fact that he wasn’t drunk this time, he deserved the best lap dance I could give him. It’s sort of a thank you lap dance. Now to figure out how to do this, and what are the rules. I should have done my research before I came here. Maybe Googled lap dance to see what is expected.
    Moving close to him, touching his shoulder, locking eyes with him, his blues overpowered my browns. I blinked and lowered my head. “The money was enough.”
    When I sat on his lap facing him, I could feel the electricity flow through me. I could feel the desire of him wanting and needing the warmth from my body. He held me gently around my waist as I leaned into him, my breasts touching his face and my behind grinding away on his pulsating penis. The feeling of it hard and strong and flexing in his pants made me hot and moist. I was carried away with his intense eyes focused on me as I moved around on his lap.
    I put my arms around his neck and his face pressed against my throat, and his breath was ragged as he opened his mouth against my skin and whispered, “This is your first time giving a lap dance. Shouldn’t you face the other way?” I tried to lift my body to climb off of him and he whispered into my ear, “No. Don’t move. I need this. Keep going and don’t stop.”
    Getting into his rhythm was easy because it appeared that our bodies were made for each other and waiting for each other. I placed my hands on his hard legs as he rested and clinched my thighs, then his hands eased to my butt cheeks. At first he massaged them in a circle gently but then he griped them and I raised