I'm finally finished with these stupid files. I'm pretty sure I went over these before but when it comes to Mr. Moretti, he always wants things done to perfection.

Picking up the files and walking towards his office, I quietly knocked on his door and waited for his permission to enter. When I heard his deep voice telling me to come in, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Ms. Johnson, those are the Shanghai files I presume." He didn't even look at me.

"Yes sir." I responded.

"Leave them on my desk. Thank you." He said still typing away at his computer.

I rested the files on his desk and walked out to my station. For the past two years I've worked here at HTM Corp that's pretty much how our interactions went. Straight forward and to the point. We don't speak unless it's work related and that's how it should be.

Today was Friday and I was happy to jump into the weekend. I also needed some extra money to put towards my credit card bill, so I'm gonna be performing at Clubhouse tonight.

Clubhouse is my second job away from here. Many people would be shocked because I don't exactly seem like the type to be a stripper. Always wearing pantsuits with my hair in a tight bun at the back of my head. My best friend/roommate Chase constantly tells me how I look like a conservative grandma. Then again he's always dramatic.

Fridays and the weekends were the best days to work at the stripclub, you get the best tips and the most I've ever made in one night was a little over 6 thousand. Some rich guys came in for a bachelor party and they tipped very well.

I checked the time to see it was 5:58. Two more minutes and I can leave. I sat around playing with my pen just waiting for the two minutes to run past. At exactly 6 on the dot, Mr. Moretti came walking out of his office.

"Have a good day Ms. Johnson." He walked past without a glance.

"You too sir." I said as he stepped into the elevator and peered down at his phone.

I packed up my things and walked over to the elevator and pressed the button, waiting for it to come back up. I stepped on and pressed the button for the garage. On the way down the doors opened on the 7th floor, Dante from marketing stepped inside the lift.

"Fancy seeing you here Ms. Samai."

"Stop acting like we don't have lunch together everyday." I rolled my eyes at him.

"When are you gonna make to take you out to a real lunch?" He asked.

Dante's been trying to pursue me for a while now but I've always turned him down. I just wasn't in the right space to be in a relationship right now, I needed to focus on getting myself out of debt before I can focus on anything else. I told him we can only be friends but that doesn't stop him from asking from time to time. Other than that he's a really good friend, he makes the long workdays bearable.

"You already know my answer Dante."

"Well I guess I'll settle for regular lunches until you change your mind." He smirks.

"See you Monday." I stepped out the lift and walked through the garage to my car.

Upon reaching home Chase greeted me with loud music and food.

"Girl ew! Plaid?" He rolled his eyes. "I seriously have to go through your closet and burn everything I deem unsexy."

"Ever so dramatic you are." I plopped down on the sofa.

"I made spaghetti,"

"Thank you, I'm gonna have to eat when I get back. I'm going to Clubhouse soon."

"Ooh, let me choose your outfit." He ran into my room and I followed behind him. "This is so sexy, you have to wear this one."

He held out a sparkly black fishnet stockings that were cutout at the hips, inner thigh and butt area. It came with a matching thong and bra. The bra was cutout at the bottom so it would only cover up my nipples and the top half of my breasts.

"I wonder why I never wore this one before? Thanks Chase, I'm gonna go shower and get ready."

After my shower, I put the outfit on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked fucking sexy as hell. I can't believe I had this sitting in the closet the whole time. I let my hair out and fixed it so my curls framed my face.

I walked out to meet Chase in the living room.

"So? What do you think?" I did a spin and Chase's jaw dropped.

"Your other outfits are great but why were you hiding this one? You gonna get paid extra tonight boo."

"Thank you, thank you." I did a bow.

"Are you ever gonna tell me the truth about that scar on your leg Samai?"

"Chase I told you, I cut myself on a fence when I was fucking around with the other kids at the orphanage." Chase has never believed my story one bit, but I can't tell the the actual truth. I don't even know how he would react. Plus I can't trust anyone but myself when it comes to my past.

"A fence doesn't leave a clean gash like that but whatever keep your secrets." Chase waved his hand.

"I'm gonna go to the mall tomorrow to see if I can find anymore like this." I made an attempt to sway the conversation.

"Get different colors too." Thank god it worked.

"I will." I walked back to my room, and put on a Nike sweatsuit over my outfit.

I left and hour later and made my way to Clubhouse. When I made it inside, I walked to the back towards the dressing rooms.

"Hey Samai, I need you out on the stage asap. We got a full house tonight, so you'll probably be going to the private rooms a few times." Tina told me and I nodded.

Tina was the one who hired me, she's really friendly and kind. I love working under her, she's really generous and fair to all the girls here. Everyone loves her. I walked in the dressing room and went over to my locker. I took my sweatsuit off and grabbed my sparkly heels. I put the suit in my duffel bag and shoved it in the locker.

"Looking good Samai!" Chloe, one of the dancers complimented me.

"Thank you, you look amazing as well." I smiled at her and made my way out on the stage.

There are two poles on stage and another dancer was already up there dancing. I strutted onto the stage towards the other one. I began seductively working the pole. I climbed the pole and did my spins and splits as the strobe lights bounced off my brown skin and onto the stage. Cheers were getting louder and money was being thrown my direction. I made eye contact and threw a couple winks where it was appropriate.

About 5 minutes later I see Tina flagging me down from the crowd. I picked up my money and seductively walked off stage. I was a bit confused and went to the dressing room to meet her.

"My set is done already?" I asked.

"Sorry I had to cut it short, someone requested you in the private lounge now." She explained and I nodded.

"Which one?"

"Red room." She said and I made my way upstairs.

I pushed the door open and three men were seated in the lounge spaced apart. They seemed to be in a deep conversation. I didn't want to disturb them so I walked to the pole in the middle of the room and got to work. At one point they stopped talking and began watching me.

"What's your name kitten?" The blonde one in the middle asked.

I was really hoping to get out of here conversation free. Usually business men just want some eye candy as they talk business but I guess that's not the case tonight.

"You can call me Raven." I gave them the stripper name I often use.

When I looked at their faces I saw how attractive they were, but then again most the men who came here were. The first guy had dark hair and a chiseled jaw. I couldn't see his eyes but he was pretty cute from what I could see. The blonde one was the one I could see the most. His hair was in a man bun and his beard was thick. The third guy was hiding in the shadows but I could see his neatly trimmed beard and sculpted jaw.

"Well Raven, that scar on your leg looks badass. How'd you get it?"

"Just a freak accident when I was younger, cut my leg on a fence." He nodded.

"You do one on one sessions?"

"Depends on what you mean by one on one." I had stopped dancing at this point.

"You can come closer you know. We don't bite." He smirked.

I was skeptical at first. They didn't look like the type to try anything but with men these days you never know. I walked closer to them and stood there awkwardly. That confident aura I had when I was dancing earlier had completely vanished. These men were very intimidating.

"Yes I do one on one sessions, but only dancing. So if you're looking for something else you'd have to look somewhere else. I'm not a hooker." I told him. I didn't want them to get the wrong impression.

"That's exactly what I was asking. I come here quite often and I'm looking for a private dancer."

"Oh okay. I would have to talk to Tina first then I can get back with you." I told him.

I would have no issues being his private dancer. Since I've been in here they threw nothing but 20's and 50's my way and it wouldn't be the first time I've done private dancing.

Just then a phone started ringing. Everyone looked at the guy that was sitting to the side who I could barely see. He leaned forward to fish his phone out of his pocket. I still couldn't see his face since he was looking down and the lights in here being red didn't help either. I only saw his jet black hair that was slicked back. He finally took his phone from his pocket and stood up to answer it.

My eyes went wide when I saw that it was my boss, Lorenzo Moretti.

"Mr. Moretti?" I was shocked as hell and felt a little awkward. He looked at me a little confused with the phone still at his ear.

Shit! I shouldn't have opened up my big mouth, of course he doesn't recognize me, I look totally different. I made a pathetic attempt in putting my head down hoping he would ignore me and walk away.

"I'll talk to you later." He said to the person on the phone and hung up.

Shit!

He slid the device back into his pocket and used his index finger to lift my chin and look at me. The look of realization came to his face.

"Ms. Johnson?" He said with the same shocked expression I just wore. His eyes ran up and down my body. I felt a bit self conscious under his gaze.

"Hi." I said sheepishly.

I'm so getting fired.

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Thanks for giving my new story a try. Let's not talk about the cover 💀😭 I can't edit so we'll deal with it later.