His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

My mind travelled back to the first time Charlie had let himself into the house to wait for me with the spare key I gave to him. I had completely forgotten that he had a spare key, and so when i came home from school that afternoon, stressed out, famished and in a haste to be at the strip club, I had been scared out of my skin to find his hulky figure in my sparsely furnished sitting. The books I held slipped smoothly out of my grip and my heart had been on it’s way to my mouth before he could turn around to reveal himself.

He had rolled over in laughter at the sheer look of horror that lay unabated in my eyes. With time, I grew use to meeting him in my space at random. My room had a certain peace about it, he would claim. He is my boyfriend after all and it is totally cool if he wants to come around every minute of the day.

What if that devil of a handsome man had stalked me all the way to my home? What if he barges into my room and find Charlie? I was thinking of the trouble that would mean and the color in my face drained along with the smile that had been there initially.

“Babe, are you okay?” Charlie was standing next to me.

His tender touch did very little at elevating the fear that had sprouted it ugly root in the pit of my stomach. But I managed to smile at him, assuring him that I was fine. He led me to the single armed couch that was the only piece of furniture in the room and made me seat.

“I would get you something to drink, you look terribly pale. Are you feeling sick?” He placed two of his fingers around my nape, feeling my temperature.

“I’m fine, Charlie,” I pulled his hands away, arching forward so I could plant a wet kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes momentarily, as if savoring the kiss.

“Now I believe you’re okay,” he opened his eyes and flashed me a toothy smile.

“Sily you!” I punched lazily at his muscled arm.

“Ouch!” He groaned between laughs and hauled himself beside me.

“How are you feeling? I was so worried when you didn’t take your calls,” I examined his face closely. There were purple patches from the punches he received the day before.

“I would be fine. What’s up with you? How did you spend your day off?” He changed the topic. I could see he was avoiding the subject. I wanted to know what jokes he had made to anger Antonio so badly that had gotten him beaten, but I knew better than pushing the subject.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“I umm… went out with Debby. There was this party she cajoled me into attending, I didn’t have many options than to go,” I told him.

I contemplated telling him about Antonio and his stupid offer, but then again, I thought against it. That might only get him angry. I have never known Charlie to be a jealous type. In the two years since I started working at the strip club, he has never shown an iota of disapproval at my relationship with the male customers I am been made to pleasure.

But this might sound different, coming from a man that made him loose his job and had him beaten into plump. I couldn’t even bring myself to spike a conversation like that. I was suddenly filled with rage again. If Antonio or whatever he calls himself really thinks he can make me break up with my boyfriend then he is a joker. There’s no way I’m accepting his offer, i told myself. And since I wasn’t going to accept it anyways, then there was no need bothering Charlie with the topic, I thought to myself.

“And you slept over?” He Inquired.

“At the party, yes. That’s because Debbie left with a new guy she met at the party, when she was supposed to be driving me home. Can you even imagine that,” I sighed, spilling without caution the deal of the previous night.

“You should have called me to come pick you up instead of sleeping out at a party babe, what if someone had gotten drunk and tried molesting you?” The concern in his voice warmed my heart.

“Heyy relax. I was given a room, so nobody touched me,” I spilled again, forgetting my decision of not mentioning Antonio.

Charlie was right though, it would have been risky sleeping around at a party like that, anyone could have gotten rogue and attack a seemingly powerless girl like myself. All thanks to the devil, Antonio.

It was baffling finding myself still completely dressed up when I woke up. I couldn’t have mistaken the look of desire on Antonio’s face. I’ve worked with men for too long to know when a man desires me sexually. I knew that Antonio had such desire, so why hadn’t he taken his chance last night? What had stopped him?

I was tipsy, in his house, at his mercy and all he had done was seat and watch me sleep? Yet there was that hunger in his eyes when he pinned me to the wall, for a moment, I had feared he would strip me roughly out of my dress, and force himself on me, but he had let me go. Maybe because he still expects to get a positive reply from me.

“Eve you not listening,” Charlie’s voice brought me back from my train of thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I was asking who gave you a room at a party you were invited to?” He repeated.

“I don’t know, some random dude that works for his boss, who was the host. Charlie I need to get ready for the club,” I leaned into him, kissing his lower lips.

He took charge of the kiss, slipping his hands, behind my back. I could feel his erection bulging out of his pants.

“I need to go Charlie,” I moaned into his mouth.

“Your shift starts at night, it’s still very early, why do you want to leave?”

“I’m covering up for Chloe, she has something to deal with and can’t be at the bar to serve drinks,” I explained.

Chloe is the attendant at the club’s bar. While the rest of us have to be at the bar by evening, Chloe stays around during the day, serving drinks to the non-stop troops of customers. She had pleaded that I help her today at the bar, and in turn she could cover for me at night.

“Arrrg…” A frustrated groan escaped Charlie’s lip, as he broke the kiss.

“We don’t ever get enough time together and it’s sad you know, I miss you,” he leaned in again, kissing my neck.

“Charlie I miss you too. You know what, why not wait here for me, we could pick this up from here when I get back. How about that?”

“What would I be doing while you are away?” He mopped at me with puppy eyes.

“Errmm… Maybe make dinner, take a nap, read a magazine. Just do anything that makes you feel useful,” I shrugged, standing from the chair and heading to the corner of the room where my closet stood.

“Really?” I heard him calling after me.

I picked out an attractive dress suitable for the job I was covering for and threw them into my tote bag, alongside my makeup kits. Charlie had disappeared into the kitchen, by the time I got ready. I strolled over to the slightly opened door, he was over the kitchen counter, whisking egg in a transparent glass dish. I leaned on the door, watching with satisfaction.

“Break up with your boyfriend and come work for me…” Antonio’s word echoed in my thoughts.

Could I be putting Charlie in any danger by refusing the offer? I doubt.

“Hey babe,” he spun to catch me watching at him.

“I can see somebody is admiring my skills here, huh?” He joked.

“That’s not true, I only came to tell you I would be leaving.” I defended.

“Okay… I believe you,” he raised his hands in a mock surrender, making me laugh.

“Here,” he pushed a mug towards me. “I thought you should take something, before running off.”

“You’re a darling. Thank you,” I stood on my toes, planting a brief kiss on his lips and pulling off immediately to avoid heating up any form of arousal.

“I know right,” he bragged at my compliment.

“I would see you when I get back,” I backed away from the kitchen door, drinking the content of the mug. Charlie was a better cook than me, and it was one of the many things I loved about him. The mug was empty by the time I got to the sitting room so I laid it down on the table, picking up my tote bag and heading out of the front door.