This story is entirely a work of fiction. All characters depicted are over 18.
This is also my very first story, and I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading!
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Grace looked in the mirror, inspecting her freshly reapplied makeup in the vanity she'd ben assigned. It was lined with lights, pockets to put makeup and accessories, hooks to hang props, and whatever else a dancer might need. She took a deep breath as she looked herself over. Standing only 5'2", she was able to wear tall heels without towering over the men in the club, and they often appreciated a sexy set of pleasers. Her hair was a vibrant royal blue, with streaks of teal and lighter blues thrown in for a more natural textured look. She always made sure her makeup matched her hair somewhat, which tonight meant a vibrant purple lipstick, exaggerated eyeliner, and a powdered blue eyeshadow that accentuated her eyes.
As her decorated eyes moved further down, she made sure her outfit was fitting as expected. She had picked a simpler outfit today, just a simple black thong and matching lacy bra. Most men just assumed she was wearing lingerie, which worked in her favor. The bra was purposely a size too small - that way her 34DD breasts would be on full display, always on the verge of spilling out. The thong was hiked up over her hips, which helped draw attention to just how shapely her body was.
Grace was anything but skinny, and had grown used to rude customers telling her how much better she'd look if she just lost a few pounds. Her height meant that weight sat on her differently - she had thicker thighs, which led to wide hips and a fantastic ass. The truth was that she wouldn't be able to lose much weight even if she tried; a vast majority of her body mass was muscle. The parts that weren't were the parts she knew most customers loved - a bubble butt that looked amazing twerking, and a hefty set of breasts to tease guys with.
She hadn't planned on becoming a stripper, but the money was decent and at least she got to stay active. The biggest downside was that she simply didn't fit everyone's definition of sexy. Night after night she watched guys pass her up in favor of a skinny blonde, or a tanned brunette with a firm body. When she did find guys that liked her more colorful appearance, they tended to tip better than usual because of how rare strippers like her were.
This year, however, had not been kind to Grace. She was past due on her rent, and she'd burned the last of her good will with management when she filed her second request for extension. Luckily, she had been able to swap shifts with another dancer, giving her one last night to make the rest of her rent money. By her calculations, she needed about $600 to break even, but her time was running out fast.
The clock had just struck 2 in the morning, there were only two more hours to make the money she needed. Customers had been rude, dismissive, and uninterested as she'd walked the floor. In her last 4 hours she'd only made $100, while other girls were raking in at least triple that.
A deep sigh left Grace's lips, and she knew it was time to get back out there. With a deep breath, she pushed through the curtain, nodded to the bouncer standing watch, and walked out into the crowd.
A devious smirk on her face, she walked with purpose as she tried to find her next target. Many guys were already occupied, either watching the main stage or with other girls at the side booths. For a solid 40 minutes she strutted around, flirting with customers, trying her best to seem fun and exciting, but it just wasn't working.
Until, that is, she locked eyes with the customer in the corner booth. A smirk crossed his lips, almost as if he'd been waiting for Grace to find him for several minutes now. Seeing that he was alone, she had a feeling he'd already turned away other dancers; it would be stupid not to try your luck with anyone renting out more expensive real estate.
Grace confidently walked over, sizing him up as she did. He was a taller black gentlemen, probably around 6 feet if she was correct, and was dressed quite nicely. A simple black suit framed his body, and it only took a glance to realize that he was in great shape. As Grace stood next to his table, leaning forward to show off her cleavage, she smirked "Enjoying your evening Sir? I'm Sapphire, it's so great to have you here!"
The gentlemen returned her smile, clearly glad she had joined him. "Oh it's definitely better now... I'm Darren, by the way." His eyes wandered across her form, and Grace eagerly let him take his time.
"I noticed you were all by yourself, and figured you'd like some company!" She inched closer as she pushed out her legs, making sure he got a good look.
"I definitely needed some company... but it's so crowded out here." Darren slid closer to her, pulling out his wallet, "I know this club has VIP rooms, are any of those open?"
"They absolutely are Darren," Grace whispered, fighting her excitement. "Those run at $15 a song, but you get total privacy!" She did her best to emphasize just how alone they would be, it was the obvious selling point for guys like this.
There was a pause as Darren took another look up and down her body, she swore she could feel his eyes inspecting every detail. He finally looked her in the eyes, and curiously spent more time looking there than anywhere else. The silence, although filled with pounding club music, was deafening. Grace tried to stay cool and confident, but she could feel her heartbeat as the seconds ticked away.
"Sounds perfect. Shall we?" Darren stood up, grinning as he grabbed his suit jacket.
Grace's intuition had been correct, he was easily six feet tall, if not over. He politely gestured for her to lead the way, and soon they were strutting through the club to the back rooms. With a quick nod to a bouncer, to indicate that everything was good, she opened the door to the VIP suite.
The elegant hallway was dimly lit, and provided nothing more than a quiet space for dancers to lead customers to their respective VIP rooms. Each dancer had one, and even got limited input on how to decorate. The two of them stopped at the door marked for her - Sapphire.
Walking inside, the atmosphere immediately shifted. Music was quieter in these rooms, and the walls were heavily soundproofed to reduce noise from other dancers or the main stage. That soundproofing was made even more intense by Grace's requests for the room; deep blue curtains on all four walls. She knew her appeal as a dancer was her atypical body and her colorful decorations, and she leaned into it as hard as she could.
Darren walked across the room and took a seat in the middle of the luxurious couch against the back wall. He carefully folded his suit jacket and placed it on the small table next to the couch, but not before pulling out his wallet and placing it on top.
Closing the door, Grace breathed deep before turning to face him. Her eyes briefly darted to the wallet, she could tell Darren had brought an impressive amount of money with him tonight. Leaving the wallet out was admittedly risky for him, some dancers here liked to stretch their VIP time as much as possible when they knew the guy was loaded. By flaunting his wealth, he was either extremely foolish or extremely confident.
It would be in poor taste to stare at a customers money, however, and in an instant Grace's eyes were locked on Darren's again. She moved close, her hand tracing the pole in the middle of the room. Grabbing it, she proceeded to circle a few times, letting the music overtake her as she began her routine.
Her body swayed with the rhythm, and with each beat of the music she picked up the pace a little, soon grabbing the pole tight and pulling herself up. Her legs gripped high, and she let herself hang upside down as she once again locked eyes with her client.
Darren was clearly enjoying himself, though he was definitely a reserved man. A small smirk on his face, he let his eyes roam Grace's body. Her breasts were on full display as she hung upside down. With another flip, she was on the floor again, turned away from Darren pushing her ass out. Her heels accentuated her legs, which in turned supported her practically naked bottom.
Grace seductively moved her ass back and forth, knowing this was likely her best shot at winning him over. She knew guys loved her ass, and she knew how to shake it for them. The atmosphere in the room broke as Darren finally spoke up.
"I didn't want to be too forward out there, but your body is simply amazing." Darren said.
"Well, I'm glad you like what you see... I, for one, think you have excellent taste in women!" Grace responded, smirking as she continued to flatter him.
"That being said, I feel I could appreciate you more if you were closer. Much closer." He grabbed his wallet as he spoke.
"That's the best idea I've heard all night!"
With a few dramatic steps, Grace walked closer. Stepping up, she placed one knee on the couch, and proceeded to straddle him, sitting comfortable on his lap. She watched as he pulled his wallet close, encouraging her to look as he counted out the money.
"Now let's see. Fifteen for one song, and I'm going to need much more than that. It would also be rude to not tip extra for the... closer inspection. How about $100 for another four songs?"
Grace did her best to stay calm. He was clearly a big spender, but he was starting slow. She nodded, eagerly placing her hand on the money and pulling it closer. She tucked it into her thong before starting her lap dance in earnest.
"How kind of you Darren, I'll make sure you get your money's worth" Grace whispered, biting her purple lips. Lapdances were, in many ways, easier than performing on the pole. The guy paid extra to get her closer, and she only had to grind and tease a bit.
They stayed like this for the rest of the song, at which point Grace switched it up. She turned around slowly, now facing away from Darren as her lush booty pushed into his lap. This was when she began to notice how aroused he was. It was very common to feel erections during lapdances, and she'd gotten quite used to ignoring them. However, she couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more endowed than her average customer. Her thoughts were interrupted as he spoke again.
"Now I've forgotten, does this club allow me to touch? I'd hate to break any rules..."
Another smirk crossed Darren's face, this one a little more devious. He knew very well that touching was not allowed, but he was curious how eager this dancer was.
Grace was glad to be looking away, her face grew concerned as the question was asked. Touching was not allowed, but she might be able to leverage more money out of Darren if she agreed.
Her eyes glanced up to the corner of the room - the club was supposed to have installed cameras, but budget restraints had pushed back that project. Grace cursed, mad at the club for cutting corners, but also upset that she knew she wouldn't be caught. Steeling her resolve, she turned to look at Darren again, smiling wide.
"I think I can allow that, as long as you keep being so... generous."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Sapphire."
Darren grabbed his wallet again, pulling out a $50 bill. "Another fifty, and I get to touch during the dances I bought?"
"Just don't be too rough or I'll call the bouncers in here!" Grace teased. She grabbed the money, this time slipping it into her bra.
Without hesitation, Grace felt Darren's hands grab the outside of her thighs, slowly pulling back as they explored her legs. They traced the curves of her ass, moving up to her waist, where they stopped. He grabbed lightly, holding her as she continued to grind her ass against him.
