Chapter 5 PRIVATE EVENT

APPLE In the middle of my routine, I noticed a young man with short brown hair coming from the bar towards my stage. At least tonight the young man was interested in my performance instead of hiding me in the bar all night. He pushed through the crowd of older men while I slid down the pole in the splits. Eventually, he made his way to the edge of the stage and our eyes met. He was beautiful, with short brown curls and piercing brown eyes that could cast a spell. He started throwing bills at me, and when I looked down, I realized there were hundreds.

This guy had a ton of them! How loaded was he? Well, I always give special treatment to my best bites, and I was going to really enjoy this one. I backed away from the post, strutting toward it, my shoes clicking against the ground. I got off and started twerking right in his face. After a few seconds I turned to him and he was very red in the face. "Go ahead," I asked, and a few seconds later the money was between my cheeks. He stood up, put the money in my bra, and kept dancing on the pole. For me disappointment, he returned to the bar. However, a few minutes later she ran to the bathroom. At least one young man is getting turned on by me tonight. And who knows, maybe I'll go with him later. At the end of the night, I have over ten thousand dollars, most of it is from that chick that approached me. I smiled as I flipped through the tickets backstage. The shift was over and I started heading to the dressing room. I hid along the back wall to avoid being asked for private events, but as usual, someone found me. But when I turned back, he wasn't a creepy guy like normal. Instead, he was the chick from before. He was standing in front of me, briefcase in hand, red in the face and looking anywhere but at me. I had taken off my platform heels for the night, he was taller than me. "Uh...hi, Apple," she greeted nervously before hiccupping. he he he slapped his hand over her mouth as he chuckled. "Hello," I wave back, beaming. He had no idea what he wanted, but anything to be in conversation with him was worth it. "What can I do for you?" He bit his lip...nervously as he waited patiently. There was silence between us as music played for other girls behind me and different colored lights bounced around the club. -I was wondering-, hiccup, -if you, -hiccup, -would you do a private event for me?- Of course, I I was asking about another private event. I was a little disappointed, but I'm a stripper, it's part of the job. "I'll pay whatever you ask." She knew the chick would say that. Everyone who asked me was willing to spend their weekly salary on me, but after tonight's clue, I knew I was fucking high. Even though it was hot, I kept my answer the same as I did everyone else's. "Sorry, I don't do private events," I reply with a sad smile. He was beautiful, but I couldn't. I didn't know anything about him. The chick looked down tapping its feet against the glitter covered ground. "Okay," he finally said. "I'm sorry I bothered you." Everyone who asked me for an event always begged and pleaded, but he was the first to reality in taking no for an answer. That's when she turned around and left with the guy she came with. I wish he would have stayed. She wishes she had said more. But I didn't and now it was my turn to head home. I went into the dressing room. This time no one greeted me, instead everyone was huddled around the locker whispering. I did not pay attention to them and began to take out of my stage makeup. So I started hearing my name mentioned over and over again. "I can't believe Apple didn't recognize it!" a girl whispered as I started eavesdropping on the conversation. I wondered if they even knew she was in the room. I mean Apple might be trying to play it cool. "That's fair, but he's from the richest family in the state!" They were talking about it. before? "His father is fucking loaded and is even making his own money ever since he inherited the Scarlet Empire. Still leering at them, I grabbed my phone and started looking for Freud. Empire. The first photo was a photo of the building in the room that he passed by every day for work. The second photo was of the chick I met tonight and what I could only guess was his father. He keep scrolling me. This young man was practically famous. The son of an entrepreneur with one of the nation's largest investment companies, he graduated early from college and inherited the company in his early twenties! This chick was intense! Every article I flipped through described him as cold and uncaring, but that wasn't the guy I met tonight. So Again, the guy I met tonight was very drunk. But the other girls were right, her family was absolutely rich with a net worth of seventy-five billion. I finally turned off my phone and continued getting ready to go home. Does not matter how I tried with all my might, I couldn't get it out of my head. There was something in him. his deal with me with some kind of respect that rarely anyone had for me. Her beautiful brown eyes were the last thing on my mind when I fell asleep that night...