Tonight was the night. And to say I wasn't a bit nervous about the whole thing was an understatement.

Sweat clung to my body like a second skin as I walked through the nightclub and headed through a door that says "Employees only."

I walked down the hall, passing several doors with signs for cooks, waiters, and dancers. I stopped in front of the door for dancers and sucked in a deep breath.

I was nervous as hell and I'm never nervous. Perhaps it's because it's been awhile since I've danced, in general. I couldn't help but wonder if I still got it.

This will determine whether I'm allowed back or not. My boss, Marcellius did say that he and his brothers were looking forward to my performance tonight.

Which undoubtedly, made my nerves skyrocket. I don't know how many brothers he had, but either way I refuse to embarrass myself. Especially if they are as hot as he is.

Turning the knob, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. A group of women either naked, or dressed in lingerie all stopped what they were doing to look at me.

A blonde woman with her boobs just comfortably flashing me, welcomes me with a smile. "You must be the new girl."

"Yeah, I am," I reply, unable to tear my gaze away from her perky, natural breasts.

She motions to the girls around the room starting with the beautiful dark skinned woman at the far end. "That's CoCo. She's highly requested among both men and women. She's the one you want to look out for."

Coco smiles at me, nodding in my direction. She seemed nice enough. Not to mention stunning, with her black curls shaped like a cloud and her curves absolutely to die for.

The blonde haired woman who I soon learn as Jess, goes down the line introducing every woman in the room. I wasn't good with names and forgot most of them after they were mentioned.

Nonetheless, they were very kind and welcoming towards me. The only person I felt didn't like me had been staring at me with beady, judging eyes since I walked in here.

I think her name was Skylar or Sky. I don't remember, nor do I care to remember. I'll simply drag the bitch if she becomes a problem.

Jess ushers me to follow her, giving me no choice but to shuffle through the cluster of half naked women. I think a nipple grazed my cheek, but I'm not sure.

"This is where you will keep your belongings. It originally belonged to Karly, but she was recently fired."

I want to ask what she was fired for, so I don't make the same mistake, but Jess and a few other girls are called out of the room by a lady I'm sure is the same person I spoke with on the phone.

I look down at the gray locker, before removing my purse from my shoulder and shoving it into the empty cubby.

Another set of girls are called out of the room just as I strip out of my clothes and place them folded neatly into the small space remaining in the locker.

Leaving my red bottoms on, I shut the locker and walk past the row of vanity mirrors stationed to the left of me. There's make up everywhere on the counters, but other than that the place is spotless.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I grab a tub of unopened red lipstick from a bowl in front of me. Popping off the cap, I coat a layer or two before shoving it in the bosom of my satin black bra.

I felt powerful, beautiful, and ready to take on the world. I glanced down to adjust the garter belts strapped to my thighs, and checked to make sure there were no holes in my thigh high stockings.

When I don't find any, I give myself a nod of approval and exit the room. Swiftly making my way through hallway, I push open the door and step out into the world.

Or at least that's what it felt like when I walked back onto the main floor of the nightclub. My curls bounce with each slow step I take.

I can feel eyes, particularly the eyes of men, watching me as I looked around for a familiar face. I'm suppose to be going on stage to perform, but have no idea when that will be. My eyes zero in on Jess, who's busy grinding on the lap of a old man who looks like he's seconds away from having a heart attack.

I wait for her to finish. The old man pays her by handing her a wad of cash. She thanks him with a peck on the cheek before shoving the money she's earned in her thigh high, black stiletto boots.

I start towards her, shuffling through people grinding on the dance floor. I hear a few catcalls directed towards me, but I ignore them. I'm fixated on Jess, so I can get the information I need and avoid being fired on my first day. I actually want to be here, unlike my previous jobs.

I've almost reached her, but lose sight of her when I collide into something hard. I realize it was a person, a man in fact, when he whips around with a deadly scowl on his face. I look to meet his gaze and start to apologize, only to be so rudely interrupted.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" His voice is exceeding low, and laced with an accent I couldn't quite catch.

"How about you watch where the fuck you're going?" I snap back.

I knew I was in the wrong, because it was me who bumped into him, not the other way around. But I couldn't help myself. Being a bitch is who I am.

The scowl upon his face seems to disappear. He looks taken aback, like he wasn't expecting me to snap back at him. But it quickly dissipates, replaced by anger and... lust?

His hooded eyes burn with desire, the rest of his expression emotionless as he slowly, teasingly, drinks me in with his overwheming gaze.

I take in his handsome features, checking him out just as he did me. He's tall, his hazel eyes dark and psychotic. He runs a hand through the thick black hair atop his head.

My eyes trail down to his attire. An all black suit with several buttons undone, revealing a hard, defined chest peeking out underneath. He looks expensive.

His lingering gaze warms my body in ways I haven't felt in a very long time. It's the first time in years since a man has been able to make me nervous. It excites me as well as frightens me. I bite my lower lip seductively returning his gaze.

He licks his lips, a glass of what looks like whiskey in his hand. The gold Rolex around his wrist glistens as he slowly brings the glass up to his lips and takes a sip. He swallows, and I watch the ball in his throat bob up and down.

"Normally, a smart ass comment like that would be followed by a bullet in the head, but since you're new and don't know any better, I'll let it slide just this once, princess," he snarls calmly.

Princess?

I was far from a princess. I'd rather be the frog. "Fuck off." I wave him off dissmissely and shift past him. A strong hand hooks around my arm, yanking me back with aggression. I almost wince from the pain.

I'm standing back in front of the asshole, his eyes glaring daggers into my soul. "You have quite the mouth on you princess," he seethes. He quirks a brow. His grip on my arm tightens and a whimper escapes me. "Watch your mouth when you're talking to me."

"Or what?" I retort, attempting and failing to get out from his grasp.

He opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by Jess who slips in between us and tugs me away. The asshole releases me, the muscle in his jaw clenched.

"Come on, you're up next."

I thank her for saving me. The man clearly has some serious anger issues. She's not really paying much attention as she leads me over to the stage, before she's snatched from me by another man.

Walking up the set of stairs, I wait for the emcee to announce me. "Coming up to the stage is our newest fallen angel, Lil Red!"

Lil Red? As in like Little Red Riding Hood? Hmm, I kind of like it. It's fitting.

My ears fill with the sounds of cheers and applause as Rihanna's Pour it up begins playing in the background.

Stepping out from behind the black curtain, spotlights shine down on me, making it difficult to see the audience before me.

I suck in a deep breath and wrap my fingers around the metal pole in the center of the stage. I walk around it once before jumping up and trapping the bar between my thighs. Letting my upper body slowly fall, I hang there for a few moments, and then slowly slide down the pole.

Unwrapping my legs around the pole, I kick my high heeled feet up in the air and then open my legs wide. I can hear a few men cursing and groaning under their breath in response. It brings a wicked smile to my face.

I love the attention. Not necessarily because of my teasing seductive movements on stage, but because all eyes are on me. I currently hold all the power. Even if it is only for about five minutes.

Bringing my legs back down, I use every muscle in my core to push myself up in a sitting position. Once I've done that, I flip over until I'm on all fours.

My back is arched, my ass in the air and my eyes filled with prowess. I feel like a lioness eyeing her prey as I make my way down the small catwalk in front of me.

There's money -mostly ones- sprawled out all over the stage from the men whooping and hollering from within the crowd.

It isn't until I reach the end that I realize how many people are actually here, watching me. The place was packed, more packed than it was before I hit the stage.

A surge of confidence flows through my body like electricity. Licking my lips, my eyes quickly dart around the room until they land on a pair of familiar hazel eyes burning with... well, I don't know exactly. Hate? Lust? Anger? All three?

It's clear that he still pissed at me, which doesn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, it only widens my smile. He notices, leaning forward in his chair located in the front row.

A toothpick hangs loosely out the corner of his mouth, his eyes watching me attentively as I move with sensual ease around the stage.

My eyes never leave his. Pausing, I remain on my knees as I pull myself upright, my hands caressing all over my body.

Sliding down into downward dog, I give my ass a little shake before dropping down completely onto my stomach. His legs part slightly, his tattooed, rough, veiny fingers slipping down between his thighs.

My eyes widen when I see the rather large bulge in his pants, the imprint of his cock leaving no imagination whatsoever. He wanted me to see what I was doing to him- the affect I was having on him. And he probably wasn't the only one getting a little aroused tonight.

Averting my gaze and trying to deny the fact that my heart is now beating at an abnormal rate, I roll over on my back and gracefully stand to my feet.

Walking back over to the pole, I feel his gaze burning into my back and resting on my ass. My hips sway to the music as I bring my arms up, out, and back down to my sides.

Once I'm standing in front of the pole, I turn around to face the audience and drop down into a split just as the song comes to an end. The asshole from a moment ago is still watching me, so I decide to piss him off even more by taking my middle finger and grazing it over my sex in a circular motion, a small whimper surfacing, before I bring it up and push it into my mouth.

A devilish smirk makes its way onto my lips as I pull the wet finger out from my mouth and flip the asshole off.

My God did that feel good.