"Girl you did amazing out there! How much did you make?!" one of my co-workers, Bunny, asks as I finish counting my first stage set money. "About $900 so far," I say with a smile. This is a normal Saturday for me. Most of the men here only come for me since I'm one of the top strippers here. "You cannot be serious how do you make so much in just one stage set???" Bunny asks touching up her makeup.

"I have no idea but if you need me ill be by the bar," I say walking out the dressing room. As soon as I walk out all the men's heads turn towards me but only one of them catches my eye and it's the same man that helped me in the grocery store earlier today.

After doing a couple of private dances I walk up to Mr. Sexy's table. "Can I interest anyone of you in a dance?" I ask seductively. "I don't need a dance but my friend here needs one," the blond man says pointing to Mr. Sexy. "What do you say Reaper," the brown-haired one asks. "I don't know-" he says before I cut him off. "Come on have a little fun," I say cheerfully.

I may be a stripper but unlike most of the girls in my club, I actually care about the men having fun. "Ok fine," he says getting up. "Follow me," I say walking towards the private rooms. He sits down on the dark red velvet couch. "Anything in particular you want?" I ask flashing him a smile. "I would like to see your face but those glasses are covering your whole face," he says with a smirk. "Fine ill take them off but only for you," I say blushing my ass off.

I take my glasses off slowly when they're fully off he stares at me in disbelief. "It's you, the girl from the grocery store," he says shocked. "Y-yeah that's me I-I'm sorry if you were expecting some beautiful model," I say looking down. He stood up and walked over to me. He puts his finger under my chin slowly lifting my head to face him. "You are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen so don't degrade yourself like that," he said huskily. I look at him with wide eyes before saying "So do you still want your dance or are we just gonna stare at each other?" "How about we just talk," he says pulling me to sit on his lap.

"I-I guess that's fine," I say still in shock. "So tell me about yourself," he says stroking my hair. "Well my name is Aniya Queenie Keita, I'm a stripper, I have a 2 and a half-year-old son, I'm from Ghana but I was raised in England as you can tell from the accent, I'm single, and I'm 24 years old," I say giving him random facts about my life. He smiles before saying "My name is Drake Stone but my friends call me Reaper, I'm in a Motorcycle Club, I'm a tattoo artist and enforcer for the club, and I'm 30 years old." We continue talking for about an hour till our private room time is up.

"I had a great time talking to you tonight do you think I could get your number," He asks with a slight pink tint on his face. "Of course," I say with a chuckle. I give him my number and we say our goodbyes. I watch as he and his friends leave, I feel kind of sad to see him go, Now to finish off the night. I hope I see him again...