I traced my finger along the edge of the dressing room as I waited for my turn to come on. I had one stage performance left tonight. Two more days and I’d have Cade’s mother’s money. Then I was finished with this job.

The door opened and the manager slipped through.

“Hey, Arnie,” I greeted his reflection in the mirror.

He smiled broadly, which was surprising, because Arnie was one of those gloomy people. The glass was never half full, it was always half empty in his world. He was a wet blanket, but I liked him. He stood by me a lot in the past. Whenever I couldn’t make it, when I needed some extra funds, he was always there for me.

He scratched his left hand nervously and I turned around on my stool to face him. “What’s up, Arnie?”

He cleared his throat. “Instead of the stage show can you do a private dance?”

I frowned. “No, I told you I don’t want to do those anymore, Arnie. Get someone else.”

“Listen, the man asked for you.”

I froze. “He asked for me?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”

“Does he have a beard?”

“No. Clean shaven. He’s a smooth operator. Arrived in a Lambo.”

He could have shaved. “What’s his name?” I asked eagerly.

“His credit card was engraved with Mortenson.”

My heart sank. It wasn’t him. “Please will you do it. As a favor to me.”

I shook my head. I was so disappointed I could cry. “Please, Arnie. Get someone else. I wouldn’t be able to dance. I’m just not feeling it anymore. He’d be wasting his money.”

He took a step forward. “Please, Katrina. If you do this you won’t even have to come in for the next two days and I’ll let you keep the whole price of the dance. In fact, you don’t even have to pay the house fees today.”

I stared at him in surprise. “What?”

“Look. Just do this dance. I’ll sit in the surveillance room myself and if he even lays a finger on you, I’ll have him thrown out. Just do this for me. As a favor.”

I stared up at him. Wow, Arnie must really rate this guy. He’s almost begging me to do this.

“Please, for all the times I’ve helped you out,” he cajoled.

I sighed. “All right. But I’m warning you now, if that guy tries anything, I’m breaking his fingers.”

He grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll have the bouncers outside. One wrong move and …”

“Fine.”

“I’ll show him to B5 now then?”

“Okay. I’ll go there in a couple of minutes.”

“Thanks, Katrina.”

“It’s okay. You’ve helped me a lot and this is nothing, I guess.”

We smiled at each other. In a funny way, I will miss him. He’s a good guy at heart. I turned around and looked at the mirror. I wasn’t sleeping very well and there were dark circles under my eyes that even make-up couldn’t hide properly. I slicked on a layer of gloss and stood. I was wearing a long shimmery green dress and I smoothed it down my body. I turned around and gave myself a last look before I walked out of the dressing room.

I stood in front of the door to B5 and took a deep breath. Instead of being reluctant, I should be happy. This was my last performance. After this I knew I would never again dance for money. I grasped the handle and opened the door.

My eyes met Mr. Mortenson’s and all the air rushed out of my lungs. He was leaning back, relaxed, his knees far apart. There was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses on the small table at the side of him.

My heart was beating so fast. Without his beard he looked unknowable, unreachable, and yet an unbelievably beautiful stranger. He was what Arnie had said. A smooth operator in a suit that cost more than what I could make in a year.

Then the music came on. You walked into the party like you were …

For a second I did nothing. Then I closed the door and did what I have never in my life done. I pressed the button that stopped the surveillance camera. It was what the other girls did when they wanted to earn a few extra bucks. I didn’t want to earn extra, I just wanted some privacy. I saw his eyes flick to the button and I could see he understood what I had done.

I opened my mouth to explain everything, and Cade shook his head. “Dance for me, Katrina.”

So I did. I danced in a way I had never danced. With my heart on my sleeve. I shimmied out of my dress. When I let the bikini bra pop open I leaned close to his face. As I had known he would, he captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“Cade,” I moaned. I really wanted to give up then and just let him take me, but I didn’t. Instead, I turned around and with my hips only inches from his face, I bent from the hips, and dragged my little black thong down my legs.

I sighed when I felt those big, callused hands grab my hips and I felt his tongue swipe all the way up my slit.

“You’re so wet.”

I couldn’t say a word. All I could do was focus on the way his tongue felt as it slipped into my pussy. I ground my pussy against his mouth, trying to find relief, but he had other plans. He moved his mouth and kissed the inside of my thigh and slowly licked the skin. I had no choice but to stand like that, ass in the air, while he hungrily sucked and licked, and finally, when I thought I would melt into a pool of quivering flesh, he made me climax.

Then he turned me around. I watched as he unzipped his trousers. He didn’t have to ask. I spread my legs wide, and willingly sank down on his bare cock. I had missed this. Oh, God, how I had missed having him inside me.

“Hell,” he growled, when I was so completely impaled on him that it felt as if he was in my belly.

He looked into my eyes. “Fuck, Katrina. You look fantastic. Bounce on my cock, baby.”

I held on to his shoulders and slowly rose up. The cream from my pussy made his cock glisten. It was so sexy. At first I made short, shallow plunges then, my slam down began more and more violent, until I was going all the way down. Until I was burying his cock inside my body.

It felt so damn good to be filled and stretched by him. Then he grabbed both my breasts in his hands and squeezing them tightly, he sucked both my nipples at the same time. Now that my nipples were both securely in his warm mouth, he moved his hands away. Then his fingers began to play with my clit. I nearly screamed with the pleasure overload. My breaths were coming hard and fast. I knew I was almost there again.

“Let yourself go, Katrina,” he groaned.

With a moan I went over, my pussy milking his cock as he began to spurt into me. I rested my forehead against his chest as I waited for my breathing to come back to normal. I could hear his heartbeat. Fast and hard. I could have stayed like that forever. With his thick cock inside me, knowing it would be hard again soon, and he could ravage me again, but I knew we had to clean up and get back to reality. We needed to talk. Slowly, I slid upwards, his cum leaking out of me. I wanted to stand, but he kept me in his lap and slowly inserted two fingers into me. All the way in. He watched his fingers go in and out of my body. Then he brought those fingers coated in both our juices to my lips. Looking into his eyes I captured them and sucked them into my mouth.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and inserted them back into my pussy, then he brought them to his lips and sucked them the way I had. He closed his eyes with the taste.

He caught my hand and put it on his cock and I could see that he was hard again. “Go get your coat and meet me at reception. We’re leaving,” he said.

I stood up then, dressed quickly, and opened the door. Instead of walking through the club I decided to take the steps up the stage and then out through the back. It was the fastest, shortest way out.