One Wild Night

"Hey, Candy! Someone is asking for you," One of the Sodom and Gomorrah club bouncers called out to Candy who was in the dressing room taking a breather after her fourth performance for the evening. 

"Brandy can go in my stead, I don't think I have the strength right now. I need to catch my breath," Candy said with a shake of her head, tapping Brandy who was busy fixing her make-up beside her to stand up. 

"No, she can't come! He specifically asked for you. You know the rules Candy, you can't turn down a VVIP patron," the bouncer reminded her. 

"A VVIP patron? Do you know who he is?" Candy asked thoughtfully.

"I'm paid to get you when you're needed, not to answer your questions," the bouncer responded irritably.

Hearing the annoyance in his voice, Candy bent down to adjust the red stocking and the black garter belt she was wearing under her super mini skirt. She pushed up her boobs which were barely covered by the tiny top she was wearing, before straightening to check her appearance in the mirror. Satisfied with her outfit, she adjusted the afro wig on her head, and added a coat of red lipstick on her lips before walking out of the room with the bouncer, "What does he want me to get him?"

"One of the waiters already served him. Your presence is all he requires. He is in VVIP room 5," the bouncer informed her before returning to his duty post.

Who was the VVIP patron asking to see her? And why? It wasn't like she didn't need the extra money, but she felt anxious. Without knocking she opened the door of the hall, and walked into the room which was dimly lit by colored bulbs, "You sent for...." The rest of her words trailed off when she saw Matt seated there. 

"I guess last night was not enough for you, was it? You want some more?" She asked with a sigh, even though Matt could hear the slight annoyance in her voice. 

Matt said nothing as he took in her appearance and her outfit. She looked completely different from the lady he had met the previous night, "Sit. Let's talk," Matt said, his tone not giving away his thoughts, as he was not in the mood to banter with her. 

They had started on a good foot, and everything had been fine right until the moment they had sex, and that was what was confusing him. Had the sex been so bad that she didn't want to see him anymore?

"I don't talk here. I strip dance. I'm here to entertain people. So it's either you are here for my services, or not." Her tone became brisk and business-like. 

"Okay, you don't have to say anything. You can entertain me while I talk to you, can't you?" Matt asked, making her look at him wearily. 

Although she liked him, she didn't want to get involved with him. Getting involved with him will only result in one thing, and that was ridicule. She would get very embarrassed and hurt, and her son would also suffer from her humiliation. More than what she wanted, her son's needs came first, and he definitely didn't need her to do something that would give people room to say unkind things to him or bully him. 

"And what if I don't want to hear whatever it is you have to say?" Candy asked with a slightly raised brow, as she didn't want to get involved with him any more than she already had. 

"I can't understand why you are being so mean," Matt said in confusion. 

"I'm being mean? What were you expecting when you decided to come to my workplace this way? That I would feel excited? Flattered? We both had good sex, and that was it. I don't understand why you are here to see me. Is it only okay when a guy wants nothing more from a lady after sex? Because I'm a lady I can't ask you to leave me alone?" Candy asked in annoyance, making Matt sigh. 

"Alright. I won't say a word. You can just entertain me," Matt said, deciding to wait until she closed from work so he could talk to her outside the club. 

Candy eyed him skeptically for a moment. This was going to be a lot more awkward than she had thought. She wasn't sure she could handle things professionally with him. This was the reason it was a bad idea to mix business with pleasure. How would she have known that he was going to come here?

"What? You're no longer going to do your performance?" Matt asked when she didn't move. It wasn't like he had expected her to dance anyway, but seeing how she had been talking so business-like since she walked in, he had thought she would. 

Candy took in a deep breath. This was her job and major means of livelihood. If Matt wanted a performance, then he would get one. And maybe if she did it right, he would understand the kind of job she did, and why he needed to stay away from her. All she needed to do now was to pretend that this wasn't the man she had spent the previous evening with. He was a stranger to her. 

Having made up her mind on that, Candy walked over to where the music player was, at the other end of the room, away from Matt. She picked a cool and slow song that wouldn't need her to exert herself, before going to stand Candy under the spotlight in the center of the room where a pole was standing.

Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, Candy started to sway her body to the rhythm of the music, surprising Matt who hadn't really expected her to do it. He opened his mouth to stop her, but nothing came out when she opened her eyes to look at him, and he saw the distant look in her eyes.

He understood those unseeing eyes well enough. He could tell she had emotionally distanced herself from whatever was happening in the room. She was quite a stubborn lady. 

With her eyes on him, she slowly began to strip off her clothes. She started by taking off the tiny top and letting it fall to the ground, allowing Matt's eyes to feast on the tits his mouth had devoured the previous evening. Matt's hands twitched to touch them once again. He remembered how they had felt under his hand and how her nipples had hardened from his touch.

Without breaking away from his gaze, she gave him a seductive smile and winked at him as she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing the black garter belt and red stockings, before raising one leg like a ballet dancer and wrapping it around the pole. 

Candy kept gyrating and writhing on the pole until the first music ended and the music player switched to more sensual music. Matt didn't say a word. He couldn't breathe as he watched her approach where he was seated slowly. She would pause after taking only a few steps and strike simulated sexual postures. By the time she got to where he was seated, the music player had moved to the next song, so she straddled him.

An emotion flickered in Candy's eyes when she felt the bulge between his legs under her, but she blinked it off as she started to give him a lap dance, "You can touch," she said to him, looking into his eyes, and before the words left her mouth Matt grabbed her boobs with one hand, and gently squeezed her nipple which hardened immediately, while he moved his other fingers to caress the back of her neck.

She soon realized her mistake when a soft moan escaped from her lips. She could try to deceive herself that he was a stranger, but her body knew otherwise. With other patrons, it was strictly business and they could touch her without eliciting a response, but with Matt, it wasn't so. 

She met Matt's knowing gaze, and it was clear to them both that there was undeniable sexual chemistry between them. Matt leaned forward to kiss her and used his hand which was still caressing the back of her head to propel her forward. Just as their lips were about to meet, the music ended at that moment, and Candy quickly snapped out of it, and scurried out of his lap, grateful that the music had stopped before she made any mistake. 

She swallowed hard as she moved away from him, "Your time is up."

"Then I will pay for some extra time," Matt offered, wanting to stand up to hold her, but unable to because of his erection which was yet to subside. How could it, when the cause of it was still standing in front of him in all her naked glory?

"I'm done for the night. Goodnight," Candy said as she headed for the door, and as an afterthought, she paused by the door and turned to him, "Don't come back here," she added before walking out. 

Like hell, I won't! Matt muttered to himself as he stood up and tried to adjust his pants. Now that he knew for a certain that she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was to her, he wasn't going to leave her alone.