BILLIONAIRE AND THE CONTRACTED STRIPPER

KHLOE'S POV

It was a cold night in Los Angeles. Club Doridego was open for business as always. The interior of the club was decorated with red and blue velvet curtains and dazzling lights to showcase its opulence, surrounded around the strip club were beckoning tasty rich and wealthy men both old and young who came to spend cash in return for ecstasy and excitement which the seductive naked ladies offered to them.

There was the intoxicating smell of cigarettes and scents of expensive perfumes, the ladies danced around with confidence as they obeyed the tone of the music represented by their bodies. I was dancing in the main stage with all eyes glazing at me, I knew every core of stripping and I danced according to the beat of the calm music surrounding my legs around the pole, my body was what one can called flexibility, as I danced around the pole passing seductive passes at the men staring at me, they threw dollars around my pole, some even ignored the rest strippers around them and concentrated on me.

I was one of the classical dancers, we were way different from the girls in the amateur dance team, the amateur dancers were the major strippers who revealed their breasts allowing the men to touch them out of control. While the classical dancers had the right to do whatever they wanted like half-dressed, not fully naked, wear a mask to strip and have a private lap dance if any one requests for us.

Life at the club wasn't all fun aside from the good money and tips. It wasn't all easy, you have to bear the men's indulgences sometimes to avoid a query from one's supervisor. All eyes were still fixed on me as I danced and danced, when I was done there was a round of applause for me, the club owner gave me a smile, I was given a signal which meant I had a private section with a client in the VVIP room. The VVIP room was for men with class and wealth. I quickly turned to use the restroom. While I was done I glanced at the mirror looking at myself thinking of the kind of client that awaits me in the VVIP. I got the courage, moved into the VVIP section only to find a quacky old man in his 50s licking his lips holding a couple of dollars in his hands in a bid to attract me.

I moved closer to him, I was uncomfortable with the way he looked at me as if he wanted to eat me immediately, I swung my legs wide open around the pole for him, he felt like he was about to descend to heaven as he watched me do that. I danced around the pole then sat on top of him giving him a lap dance, he threw some dollars at me as I gave him a lap dance. I noticed he was hard like a rod, I ignored checking my wristwatch, I had to only spend 30 minutes on a VVIP client except he requests for another thirty minutes. As I danced and glare at my wristwatch I knew it was time to wrap it off, as I turned to face him, his face was already beaming with excitement, he began to touch me, he first touched my side boob, I ignored then he touched the other almost holding it, I declined immediately.

"You are not supposed to do that!" I said in defence

"What if I pay you?" He asked as he raised the bundle of dollars which were in his laps before, he just sat there raising the cash still trying to impress me.

"I'm only here to dance and that's it" I told him

"That's okay. Just dance" he said, I moved to him thinking about how to dance quickly with the remaining time I had, as I continued the lap dance, he held on to my waist, I protested by removing his hands from mine, as i did that he hijacked me by my neck pushing me to the sofa finding his way inside my panties, I screamed for help as I struggled to reach the bing button which was placed there in this kind of emergency. I managed to reach the button by pressing it, I struggled with him, he was way too strong for me, I kicked him in his groain, he shouted "you bitch!" he said, slapping me heavily.

Two hefty bouncers immediately entered the VVIP taking him off me, I was already in tears, as they took him off me he was panting and cussing me.

"You dirty whore!"

"You bitch. I will deal with you. Bitch" he cussed

"Are you okay?" A voice which came around the door asked me, I nodded that I was fine, it was my manager. As I arranged my torn bra and panties, he ordered some girls to pick the cash on the floor, that was the only thing they cared for, just money.

"Take the rest of the night off" he said, handing me my pay for the night. I collected the cash snappily headed into the bathroom, as I wiped my face, tears rolled down my eyes, I felt miserable and frustrated for being treated that way. But this wasn't my first time I have had several unimaginable encounters in the past, I was pointed a gun one time by a British accent man who ordered me to suck his dick for money or he pulls the trigger another time a client hit my head on the pole because I refused him to touch my breast. The recent sexual abuses in the club made the club owner employ hefty bouncers to secure the club and as thus the bing button was installed. I took off my stripping lingeries, put on a dark long sleeve shirt, opened my locker and headed home.

It was already 11pm, as I walked home I thought about how long I was going to work at the strip club, it was already 6 years and I was still a stripper, I couldn't find any decent good paying job around to meet the high cost of living.I was fidgeting and couldn't wait to get home to have a long sleep, it was already few minutes past 11 and there was no taxis to board around and the train station was far from me. As I wished to reach home quickly I needed a quick shortcut home. There was one shortcut to my apartment but it was always dark, it was closed to the shelter house for homeless people.

I reached for my phone in my bag, switched on the flashlight as I passed through the shortcut. As I walked passed a dilapidated building I was scared by a cat sound

"Oh my God!" I shouted in shock as I watched the cat meowed and depart from me

"Dammit it's just a cat" I said as I continued walking, the place was siren and I could see no one, I walked quickly arriving at an abandoned mechanic shop. I saw two guys smoking and they both looked at me signalling at each other. I knew this was the time I had to run faster, I knew I was in trouble, my house was just a few blocks from them. As I turned facing another direction they followed my every step and when I noticed they were following my every move, I increased my walking step and they also did. I ran faster, they did too, I ran panting in fear and I thought I lost them, as I ran I didn't see the blockage in front of me, I fell in pain.

"There you are bitch!" One of the guys said moving close to me

"She's pretty" the other said also moving close to me

"Shit!" I said to myself, I knew I was going to get raped and I was scared to death, as I pant for help the only way I could resolt to was the pepperspray in my bag. As one was ripping my clothes I quickly reached for my bag grabbed the can, sprayed it on him, he screamed in pain and for help, I quickly dodged from the other and ran as fast as I could from them. As I ran I was crying heavily, tears flown from my cheeks as I ran without stopping and looking back.

I faced the portrait before me and began to paint, as I used the colour palette close to me and drew, the next minute I was done, I looked at the beautiful painting before, it was a naked portrait of a woman in tears, close to her were two men with double spears trying to attack her and her baby.

The portrait best described me and how life was for me. I was always fond of doing new paintings anytime I'm depressed or bothered with anything, I headed to the bathroom, switched on the shower, as the water spirals around my body I remembered about my encounter last night, as I washed my body I didn't even realise I started crying, I was in so much pain. I fixed myself something to eat thinking of how I will visit the supermarket to get new colour palettes, painting was the best thing I knew best other than dancing, back before I lost my parents to ghastly car crash I remembered I was so good at painting, I even painted a caricature portrait of my parents and I. My thoughts were distracted by the chiming sound of the kettle, as I turned the hot water into the mug, there was a knock sound at my door.

It was Rochelle. Rochelle was my partner and best friend. I met her six years ago at the clubhouse. She taught me most of the moves I knew. She was a good dancer and her moves intrigue the men at the clubhouse but after she taught me her killer moves and steps, I got more attention. Other girls from the classical team expected Rochelle to hate me but she didn't, she was close to me and we spent time together.

"What the hell happened Khloe"

"The manager told me what happened to you last night at the club" Rochelle asked as I opened the door for her to get in.

"Are you hurt?" She asked

"I'm okay Rochelle" I replied as I closed the door walking back to the kitchen to make my tea

"Those rich dumbfuck better stay away from you. You see why I always tell you to stay strapped" Rochelle said protestedly

Rochelle always advised me to stay strapped while stripping with a private client, she always kept a pocket knife close to her inner girdle as she dances so no one plays a game with her. She adviced me to do the same but I never really thought about it. Perhaps if I had a pocket knife with me I would have fought those monsters who tried to make their way with me last night but thanks to the pepper spray.

"Can I get you tea?" I asked Rochelle

"Please do. I'm so tasty, the weather today is hot" she replied.

I served her tea and some biscuits while she told me how she slept with her previous client from the last VVIP lap dance section.

"That's a beautiful painting" Rochelle complimented

"Thanks" I said as I looked back at the painting as it made me sad

"You know Khloe, I think you should show the world your painting instead of keeping it to die down here in your sitting room and flipping your ass in a pole for the rest of your life" Rochelle said

"I know Rochelle. I'm saving up for...

"You have been saying this for the past six years. Who the hell are you saving for? Rochelle asked disrupting me

The question rang like a bell to my ear, Rochelle was right who the hell was I saving for! I ignored her question as I stood before my painting checking to see if it's now dried.

"It's not like you don't get enough money at the club, they tip us so well. As for me I'm okay working there but girl you are not happy working there. So Khloe, tell me where is all your money going? Rochelle asked again, looked at me, we looked at each other. I knew it was time to let the cat out of the bag, it was time I told her my secret.

"Come on girl. Tell me, is someone blackmailing you, does anyone have your nude pictures or videos and is using it against you?" Rochelle asked these different questions calmly hoping for an answer.

"My son" I answered truthfully

"What? Rochelle asked

"I spend all the money I earn from the clubhouse on my son in Colombia"

The look on Rochelle's face was that of shock, I told no one I had a son, it was secret I kept to myself for obvious reason

"You have a son? Rochelle asked

"Yes Rochelle I have a son. He's eight years old"

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There was abrupt silence in the room, Rochelle was still in shock, I expected it because it was a secret before now.

"Yes Rochelle, I have a son" I said recalling the whole scenario of what happened.I got pregnant by my ex boyfriend who I once loved who promised to take care of my baby but while I was six months pregnant he ran away with a rich woman who I later discovered to be his wife. I also heard he died of cancer two years ago, so unfortunate" I said to myself out of pain

"Kloe, so you have a son!" Rochelle asked again still in shock

"Yes"

"Wow, so. So what's his name?

"Daniel" I replied

"Wow eight. Who's the father?"

"He's dead. But he left me, he abandoned me" I said as I cried out of control. Rochelle held on to me consoling me.

"But why did you keep it a secret?"

"I couldn't bear the pain that came from it. I don't want my child to know his mother's a whore"

"You are not a whore. You are a dancer" Rochelle said

"A stripper" I corrected

"I'm a stripper Rochelle. I don't want my child to know what I do, that's why I took him far away from me. I send anything I earned from stripping to him. I want him to lack nothing, I give him comfort" I said as tears continued rolling down from my cheeks. Rochelle held on to me, placed my hair on her shoulders as she pats me.

"Everything is going to be fine" Rochelle said hopefully as she pats my hair this time.

"When"

"When's everything going to be fine?" I asked

"Soon I promise. Everything is going to be okay" she said. As I cried on Rochelle's shoulder I knew everything wasn't going to be okay, not now, not soon.

FELIX'S POV

The cabin door swung open with the presence of a dashing presence, a tall man with a conservative physique, holding on to his pocket with an aura of power and boldness, he was dressed in a well tailored suit like that of a tuxedo, his striking figure descends the stairs, as he steps down from the stairs his presence and demeanor drew the attention of the air hostesses and his presence commandeered a high tangible respect for him. His name is Felix Banks, one of the youngest billionaires in Los Angeles who was the son of a famous business tycoon, Bank's empire, owning the majority of prominent buildings and properties, an estate firm, and yachts all around Los Angeles and beyond.

"Welcome to Los Angeles Sir" an air hostess said to him, smiling.

"Thank you" he said as he stepped down completely from the six-foot-high jet onto the red carpet that was used to usher him in. There was a flashy line of cars, including a Maybach limousine, Midnight Rider already parked in front of the jet waiting for him, his assistant and bodyguards were already on standby with their reflected diligence and loyalty.

"Welcome Sir" his assistant greeted him. It was obvious he had been out of Los Angeles for months.

"Thank you" he answered with his poised look as he took off his shades.

"This way Sir" the assistant said, ushering him to walk into his car. His men pulled his luggage into the car. As he walked near his Maybach Benz limousine, the bystanders were captivated by his presence, some capturing the moment with flashing cameras with eager anticipation. He hated the media and everything about it.

"Clear the media" he instructed his men as he entered into his luxurious limousine. The limousine was that luxury. The interior of the Maybach Benz limousine was that of opulence and all about luxury. The surface was exquisite handcrafted leather used to adore its surface, creating an exquisite taste. The limousine was spacious with comfort with state-of-the-art technology and, streams modern elegance, as touchscreens were used as the major control button. There was a soft and warm glow around the car and fresh scented air.

"Take me home" he said to the driver as he poured himself champagne into a luxury glass.

As the limousine glided along the road, it was that of tranquility. A few minutes later, the car enters a gigantic mansion, the wide gates are wide open, the Maybach limousine glides into the estate's mansion. As he stepped out of the limousine, one of the guards at the front door opened the door with a welcoming salutation. He walked majestically looking round his estate. The exterior of the mansion was the real definition of grandeur and luxury belonging to a billionaire; the well manicured and trimmed gardens, the waterfall, beautiful sculptures and beautiful carvings used to design the entrance of the mansion. As he walked to the entrance, he was greeted by the expanse of workers who came to welcome him back home after his three-week trip. The interior was a symphony of luxury too; ornate furnishings, ambient lighting and chandeliers, exquisite expensive pieces of artwork and frames adorning all corners bearing witness to the taste of its owner.

The spacious halls and corridors were also adorned with different sophisticated works of art, the air was clear and flamboyant. As he walked into his room, it bore the mark of elegance with the window showing views of the waterfall outside. He walked to the bar in his room, poured himself a vodka wine.

"Welcome back home" he said to himself as he gulped the glass of vodka down his throat. He then moved into his massive wardrobe, searching for a change of clothes. He heard his phone beep in his pocket.

"Yeah! He said as he received the call.

"What! Where?" He said loudly

"I will be there" he said as he ended the call.

"Shit! Why now!" He said as he picked up a long white sleeve, changing into it, he picked up his room's intercom and dialing a number.

"Get the car ready" he said as he hung up.

He walked swiftly out of his room, then out of the mansion into the parked car outside that was already waiting for him.

"Take me to the hospital, '' he said to the chauffeur as he tightened his seatbelt.

"What hospital Sir?" the driver asked.

"The family hospital you dumbass!" he yells. Felix hated dumb people. For him, he wanted clear perfection from anyone without any mistake or error. The ride to the hospital was smooth. He just looked outside the window till the car halted in front of the hospital. His chauffeur helped him get to the door as he stepped down from the car, almost bumping into some nurses taking an emergency bed out of an ambulance. It was obvious the patients were involved in an accident due to the blood from the ambulance.

"Watch it!" He said to the nurses to avoid bumping into them. As he walked through some wards, he saw different people waiting in the ward, some were visitors, some were sick waiting to be attended to. People stared at him because his presence was known to the public, because he was a public figure.

Mr Felix", a doctor removing gloves from his hands said, moving close to him, the doctor was familiar with Felix, he was their family doctor.

"What happened, Doctor? He asked the doctor

"Your sister said she found your father unstable in his office. It's a good thing she brought him here".

"Which of them?"

"Stephanie"

"How is he?"

"He's stable but"

"Felix!" a voice called, disrupting the doctor. A young, beautiful girl walked closer to them with classy heels and clothes. It was obvious she was a model. The doctor and Felix looked back, it was Stephanie, his step-sister, looking sad. She hugged Felix passionately.

"I found him unstable. I'm so scared, Felix", Stephanie said sadly.

"Calm down Steph, everything is okay to be fine", Felix said, consoling her.

"Let's just hear what the doctor has to say" he added.

Felix and Stephanie looked eagerly at the doctor.

"Common Doc, I don't have all day" Felix asked intuitively.

The doctor spoke of his father's condition.

"What! Felix screamed.

"What do you mean, he's going to be tied to a wheelchair" Stephanie asked, almost crying.

"Your father's very sick, and he needs to be on wheels and receive treatment", the doctor said.

"Oh my God. I can't believe this" Stephanie said, almost crying.

"Is there anything that can be done? Felix asked

"Can't we take him to China or India for treatment? Common doctor, There should be something we can do"

"He has to be on wheels just for the time being, and he can't fly out of the country now due to his condition."

"This is so sudden. I need to grab a hold of Beverly'' Stephanie said, leaving the room. Felix hissed, he hated Beverly. He walked into his father's private VVIP room. He hated hospitals because he watched how his mum died when he was just ten.

He held on to his father's hand as he sat beside his bed. He saw how pale and weak his father was. He didn't feel any remorse for himself. He dropped his hands quickly and exited the ward.

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Felix sat outside his father's ward with his arms folded, and a man approached him.

"Hi Mr Felix. I came as soon as I heard", the man said. He was his father's lawyer.

"How is he?" He asked.

"The doctor said he would be wheeled, but he will be fine", Felix replied unbothered.

Some nurses passed him jeering at his handsome appearance.

"I'm sorry about your father," the lawyer consoled.

"That's okay" he said, the lawyer tapped him on his shoulder.

"So does this mean you are ready?" The lawyer asked.

"Ready for what? Felix asked, baffled.

"Are you ready to take after your father?"

"I was born ready" he said boastfully

The lawyer smirked, looking at Felix ignorantly.

"Listen Felix. I'm not supposed to tell you this. In fact, me saying this is against my career"

"What is it?" Felix asked, concerned.

"You have to be legally married in order to deem fit to take after your father.