Istri Boneka Sang Presdir

Yanna

The familiar musky air of the club filled my nostrils as I walked through the back rooms where all the other girls changed to ready for their performance.

I felt nervous coming back after taking a few months from taking a break. It felt like I was the new girl all over again, my palms felt clammy and I couldn’t get my heart to stop racing.

“Yanna!” Hailey called out as she rushed over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug.

“I’m so glad your back, this place hasn’t been the same without you.” she was in her pink cowgirl outfit ready for her performance.

I giggled softly “It’s good to be back.”

Hailey smiled and nodded. “I have to go right now but we’re definitely hanging out later.” She rushed out as our manager called out for her.

I quickly nodded with a smile as I watched her rush over to her waiting room.

Hailey was the first person to speak to me when I began stripping last year. She had only been in the business for a year but she helped me to know the ropes around stripping and taught me a few tricks for my performance and since then, we’ve been inseparable.

I made my way over to my vanity to get ready. Luckily, I still had time to prepare and calm my nerves a little before I went on stage.

Few minutes passed getting ready and I now sat in my matching red lingerie set, my curly hair was let out and in my strappy red platform heels. My nerves were all over the place as I constantly retouched my makeup.

“Hey Yanna, you’re up next!.” The manager called out.

I took in a deep breath, It felt like my first performance all over again. I adjusted my garter once more as I walked over backstage.

“Loosen up, you look stiff.” My manager said.

“I feel stiff..” I frowned as I tried to relax.

Sighing loudly, he moved closer to me. “Relax, and break a leg.”

On cue the flashing lights turned red indicating I was about to come on stage. Men roared as the announcer called out my name, I made a sultry pose as I knew my silhouette was in view. The roaring became louder as a sexy song came on, feeling the vibe of the song I walked on stage with confidence.

My performance was a blur, men roared as I gave them a view of my ass and climbed the pole. My skin glistened slightly with sweat as I twisted in a mid-air split, working my ass on the pole. Bills rained down on me but I couldn’t forget the feel of a pair of eyes staring intently at me.

“Girlll, you ate that up.” Hailey whistled as I came backstage from my performance.

I shook my head but laughed as I panted softly. “I definitely needed to let loose.”

“Mm hmm.” Hailey hummed in agreement.

The manager walked in as I was retouching my makeup. “Great performance but you’ve been requested for a private session.”

I frowned. “I told you that I won’t be taking any private sessions for the mean time.”

He sighed but nodded. “I wouldn’t have told you if it was just anyone.”

“No, I’m not doing the session. Tell him I feel sick or something.” I wasn’t in the mood to dance for any slimy guy tonight.

“You can’t say no, he’s a very dangerous man.” He stated.

I rolled my eyes, why can’t men just listen when a woman says no.

“Then I’ll go tell him no myself.” I stood up abruptly.

“Wait, if he’s the man that I’m thinking of right now, then just do the session, please.” Hailey held my hand as she pleaded.

My brows furrowed in confusion. “Its fine, I’ll just fake being sick to him.”

Hailey didn’t look so sure with my plan but she let me go. I followed my manager to the private rooms which only loaded men could book, it cost about thirteen grand to just book a room minus payment for the session.

My manager stopped in front of a door. “Be careful.” He warned lastly as he left me standing in front of the door.

My nerves got the best of me as I walked into the dimly lit room.

In the corner of the room, seated on the leather couch is an olive skinned man taking a drag from his cigar.

I froze as his eyes met mine.

His eyes raked my form as I walked over to him cautiously. He’s immaculately dressed in a black tailored suit, slightly unbuttoned collared shirt. His chain peeked from his exposed chest, he was in a very sexy man-spread as his veiny tattooed hands held his cigar.

Fuck, he’s so sexy.

“You took your time.” Even his voice was deep, gruff and don’t get me started on his Italian accent.

I gulp instinctively, all thoughts of rejecting this private session has flown out the window. I bit my lips, trying to gather myself together.

“uhh.. yeah.” What the hell is wrong with me!?

He clips off the end of the cigar rising to his full height. Damn… he’s tall.

Even with my platform heels on, he still towered over me. I’m rooted at my spot as he walked leisurely towards me.

He’s even more attractive up close, my nostrils are invaded with his expensive scent and sex appeal. My knees grows week in my seven inches platform heels.

His perfect brow raised. “Did I not request for a private session?”

My daze was broken as I blushed in embarrassment of literally eye fucking this man. I nodded slowly and cleared my throat.

“There’s a no touching rule, sir.” I state breathlessly.

He stared down at me intensely with a slight smirk on his full lips.

“Go on.”