LAP DANCING THE BLIND HOT BILLIONAIRE

The Arora Cruiser.

Probably the most expensive and luxurious boat cruisers summer had ever been on.

A rich billionaire was throwing a party at sea and had booked over thirty-five hot strippers to paint the night red.

Summer Frits, known by her stage name, Teddy sat before the make-up table, staring at her reflexion as the make-up artist did the finishing touches on her face.

Her boss stood behind her, a cigarette burning at the end of his lips. He hung around to ensure his star stripper was well dressed and presentable.

Riggs London owned KISSES, the most exclusive and expensive stripper club in Las Vegas. He's rubbed shoulders with world top billionaires and politicians whom frequented his club every evening. Tonight, he had left his club in the hands of his assistant manager at Las Vegas and had flew to Miami for this very special occasion.

London couldn't believe his ears when the call came in earlier that morning. Killian Zeke, the billionaire tycoon and founder of Killian cars, was throwing a secret quiet party at sea in Miami and was in need of thirty-five strippers and London's most expensive stripper.

London wasted no time. The pay for this gig was worth six hundred thousand dollars for just a night.

"The guy digs for redheads," London said, blowing smoke in the air. "You won't need to wear your blonde wigs since you're a red head. Just be yourself and act natural, Frits."

Summer smiled seductively at her image and adjusted her top which showcased half her breasts.

"Lucky him," she stood to her feet and faced her boss. "What's he like, Darling?"

London girls usually calls him by his nickname 'darling'. He snorted. "How I'm I suppose to know? That's what you're going to find out tonight. This guy's a big shot. You can't imagine how big. You go out there and do your thing. Don't ask questions. I heard he's not the talking type. If he likes you, he might be generous. You never can tell."

That's right. Killian Zeke was a mysterious man. No one knew what he looked like. He rarely came under the press cameras but his name and influence was widely recognized around the globe. London hoped tonight, his star stripper, Summer might be able to get a close up on Zeke with a good description of what he looked like.

Wearing her white Arctic fox coat over her shoulders, Summer puckered her lips and stretched her neck.

"It's showtime," she whispered under her breath and catwalked out of the dressing room, swaying her hips slowly and gracefully.

London watched her leave, a bored expression on his face. He had taught her well. He remembered how she first started working for him. It almost seemed like yesterday. She was a nobody but today she was his most sought after stripper. The money she floods in every night were outrageous. Men loved her so much they splurge recklessly on her. She had a figure that could even drive a monk to temptation and there was that seductive aura she gives off whenever she steps into the room that captures the very heart of men.

Summer was all about dishing out lusts and forbidding pleasures. And she was just twenty.

"She'd do just fine," he thought aloud, flicking his cigarette out the window into sea while he made a stiff drink. "No, she's already done well. Nothing could spoil such a profitable evening. Nothing at all."

Summer took the long walk to her client's private room. She could hear the loud music and girls squealing with excitement up ahead her.

That could have been her, she thought grumpily. She could have be up there with the girls having fun. Unfortunately, she was stuck with this mysterious wealthy tycoon.

She wasn't looking forward to this. She had a bad headache and was under her bed duvets when London rang her up to get dressed for Miami.

London wouldn't hear her out over her headache. He promised her 30% to be added to her pay. The money decided her. How could she possibly refused?

She needed more money. She was the highest paid stripper at KISSES but her extravagant lifestyle in Las Vegas rarely kept money in her pockets. Ever since she started earning largely, she promised herself a good life.

She had known poverty as a growing girl and now she had tasted wealth, she wasn't going to go easy on herself. She intend to spoil herself and make her young days worth every living.

This gig sounded so important to London she couldn't afford to let him down. She was his star stripper afterall.

Killian Zeke had sent his private jet to fly her and London from Las Vegas straight to Miami. It was the very first time she had ever received such treatment this way by all her rich clients.

It meant this guy was really worth it. She must make him happy. She must give in her all and best. She knew about the Killian cars. The company sells expensive sports cars and futuristic cars as well. They also build boat cruisers and Power bikes.

She was curious to know what he looked like. Probably he was one of those boring, fat, greedy, breath stinking rich men she always met on a regular.

Summer came upon two tall strong bodyguards in black suits who stared down at her behind dark shades.

"Teddy the stripper?" One of the guards, a bald headed dude asked curtly.

Summer nodded, smiling seductively at him. "Yes I am."

The bald guard opened the door and jerked his thumb behind him. "He's waiting for you."

Summer walked passed them, aware they were staring after her as she stepped into the room. She strutted into the room, walking like a sexy professional who's stripped a million times and knows they're great at it. She walked with one foot in front of the other, her back straight, and her shoulders high.

The door closed behind her, leaving her alone in a luxuriously furnished room.

The room was lit by sweet scenting candles which gave the room a seductive glow. Soft jazz music flowed smoothly through the speakers around the room, dulling her senses and making the mood in the room highly suggestive and sensual.

Hmm... Not bad. This guy sure has taste. She was impressed by his ability to pay attention to details. But then again, where on earth was he?

She strolled further into the room, admiring the king-size satin covered bed with a candle crystal chandelier dangling above it's ceiling. The bed has red flower petals on it and there was even a pole fixed next to it.

"Well, jeepers. He had gone all out for tonight, hasn't he?" She said aloud, wondering where he was hiding.

Suddenly a door opened.

Summer turned, clenching her fist and stifling a scream. A man came in: a man who wore black-lensed glasses that hid his eyes. He stood in the doorway, the black lenses looked right at her.

"Is anyone there?" He asked softly.

And Summer realized with sick relief that this was Killian Zeke who, of course couldn't see her because he was blind.

Killian Zeke was not tall, although he gave Summer the impression that he was a big man. He was broad shouldered and powerfully built and he carried himself erect.

In spite of his disfiguring black-lensed glasses, she could see he had excellent features and a determine mouth and chin that gave him an air of authority. His broad forehead was capped by a mass of jet-black hair which were all combed back and jelled.

Both Summer and Zeke stood staring at each other. She didn't know what to do or what to say either.

He had strucked her as a surprise. He was out of the shower with only his white towel, wrapped around his waist.

Summer swallowed as she took into view his wet six abs and beefy chest which must've underwent a consistent attendance to the gym. He was muscular, hard and tanned.

He was also clean shaved and surprisingly young. She was even more surprised later to learn he was only Forty-five.

She had never imagined the mysterious Killian Zeke to be this hot and sexy. In all of her experience with the big men, she had never encountered anyone as hot as Zeke. It's no wonder he hated publicity. Anyone would've been blown with questions about his appearance and age.

But what's more surprising was his disability. For God's sake, he was blind.

"Is anyone there?" He repeated.

Summer returned back to earth. She said in a husky little voice. "Oh, yes... Me."

Zeke frowned as he continued to look in her direction as if he knew she was there all the time.

"And who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Teddy, the stripper you booked," she told him, trying to keep her voice steady. He had such a soft gentle voice. She had never heard anything like it.

"I see." He held a walking stick in his hand. "Could you help me with my cigarette? I left the case on the table."

She looked round the room and found his cigarette case. The case was made out of gold with diamonds studded over it and so was the lighter.

Zeke remained where he stood, his gaze fixed at the spot she stood. Was he really blind? She asked herself. Only one way to find out.

She was relieved to see that he continued to stare at the place she had been standing and did not turn his head as she approached him. This was enough proof to her that he was blind and couldn't see her.

Zeke was calm and quiet while she was shaking all over and had difficult in breathing. She didn't know why it was so. He had made such an entrance and had caught her off guard. Now she couldn't help herself ogling over his naked chest and muscular abdomen. She desperately wanted to see his eyes.

"I have your cigarette here," Summer said.

"Give it to me," he demanded.

She handed him his cigarette case. He took it, pulled out a cigarette to his red lips and asked her to lit it for him.

Summer operated the lighter and lit the cigarette. Just being this close to him left her breathless.

"Thank you," he said, reaching out for her hand blindly. When he finally held her wrist, she flushed and stepped back. "Lead me to the bed."

Summer couldn't believe this was happening. She was supposed to come in here, strip and dance on the pole and give this guy a good time and not being a baby sitter.

Nonetheless, she did as she was told. She took him straight to bed and had him seated on it.

Zeke blew a cloud of smoke, setting his walking stick aside and finally focusing on her.

"Where are you?"

"I'm standing right in front of you."

"You mentioned your name's Teddy."

"Yes I did."

"Is that your stage name or your real name?"

"Is that important?"

"It is. I want to know your real name."

This guy's inquisitive. She was finding it quite annoying. " I keep my personal life private, sir. Besides, it's part of the rules of my job not to reveal my real name. I'm sorry."

Zeke raised his hand in the air as if to stop her from saying anymore.

He passed a red tongue over his red lips and said, "Rules don't apply here."

As simple as that. Summer went hot then cold.

"This is my cruiser," he went on, his glasses giving him a forbidden aura. " And this is my party. You're in my bedroom which means you're in my territory and I'm paying big money for your time. Your establishment rules doesn't apply here anymore. I make the rules now. As long as the night's on, you belong to me."

Summer was dumbstruck. She wanted to say something but the words couldn't come out. He had made a power move by reminding her she was stuck in the bedroom with him. Behind those doors were his two bodyguards. If he had any bad intentions towards her, she wouldn't be safe at all. She had to do what he said.

Swallowing, she replied in a shaky voice. "My name's Summer."

"Your voice is shaking," Zeke waved his cigarette in the air. "Relax and tell me your name one more time."

"My name's Summer Frits."

"You're from where?"

"New York City."

"What part?"

"Brooklyn."

Zeke was quiet. He smoked a little more then nodded almost immediately. "That's okay. I'm Killian Zeke."

"I know."

"Are you scared of me?"

"No I'm not. You're just..." She cut herself off.

"Just what?"

"You're just not what I expected."

"Let me guess, you were expecting a fat faced wealthy man, weren't you?"

"Most likely. You're blind and... Young and... Hot. Not really what I expected of the mysterious billionaire tycoon Killian Zeke."

Zeke looked thoughtfully at her voice direction, cocking his head to a side. "Tell me, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty years old," she sighed. "This almost sounds more like a job interview. Didn't you call for my services?"

"I didn't call for your service. I paid for your service."

"Well, I'm ready now."

"But I'm not," he said calmly. "What's the hurry? We have all night."

Summer knew they had all night but to stand before this guy, answering all sorts of his endless annoying questions wasn't her ideal of fun. She was taken aback by his appearance and charm but now she had recovered. She just wanted to her job for tonight done and dusted.

If a client back at Las Vegas wasted her time the way this man was wasting her time, she'd have stood up and left him. But in her current state now, she wasn't in the right place to do such. She was trapped.

Trapped with a blind billionaire tycoon.

"Make me a drink and make one for yourself as well," Zeke said, pointing at the inbuilt bar at the edge of the room.

"Thank you but I don't drink while I'm working."

Zeke shrugged. "Then make one for me."

Now she was an errand girl? She hated this. She hated the fact that he was using her. She had had enough for tonight. She wanted to leave his sorry ass and exit the room. Her headache was getting worse, why does he have to be such a jerk?

And yet, without protesting, she wandered over to the bar and fixed whiskey on the rocks for him. He directed her how he liked his whiskey made and she did it perfectly.

She had once served at KISSES as a barmaid so mixing drinks wasn't anything new to her. When she handed him his drink, he took a sip and praised her.

"This is good," he dropped the glass aside. "Just the way I like it."

Summer bite her lips hard. More than anything, she wanted to sock him in the the face for wasting her valuable time. If he only wanted to talk, she would've been glad to keep him company without sleeping with him. But he wanted her to do everything for him, like lighting his cigarette, fixing his drinks and leading him around the room.

That wasn't what she signed for? She wasn't a maid but he was forcefully turning her into one.

"Would you like a lap dance?" Summer asked, hoping to switch over to business immediately.

"Before that," he countered. "Describe yourself to me. I can't see you. I wanna know what you look like."

Summer blew her cheeks. Seriously? Was he being serious right now?

"I'm a redhead?"

"I dig for redheads. Go on."

"I'm a little above average in height but in heels, I can be impressively tall."

Zeke listened attentively without interruption until she had given him a clear description of herself to him. His mind woke up with her description which made him pictured her perfectly.

"I like you already." He crushed his cigarette on the ashtray nearby and finished his drink. "I have a feeling we're both going to have a fantabulous night together."

To Summer's surprise, he rose to his feet and reached out his hands to her.

"I'm under your care, Summer. Do what you know best to."

Summer breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, time to get to work.

She moved toward him and held his arm. As she took it, he drew her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Summer stiffened. The way he held her was firm and soothing as if he was afraid she might leave. They were so close their nose were almost touching.

Then Zeke spoke. "I've never done this before."

Summer's face went pink. "You wouldn't be joking about that, would you?"

He shook his head, his face expressionless. "No I'm not."

"That's funny," she said breathlessly staring at his red lips. "I can't believe a man of your caliber would have a first being entertained by a stripper."

"There's a first time for everything," he caressed her hair with his free hand and sniffed her neck. "Which was why I paid your boss heavily tonight."

Summer swallowed as he ran his fingers down her neck, feeling her skin and flesh as if he were drawing beautiful pattern lines on it.

"You've got really soft, flawless skin, Summer," he breathed.

"How do you know that?" She asked, catching her breath as he held her closer to his body.

"I want to feel every part of you," he purred, running his hands wildly over her body. "Hmm... You're better than I expected."

Summer was quiet. She wanted to react, wanted to slap his hands away and educate him how she must be incharge of the night and not him taking dominance over her.

Summer was always the one in control of the situation with all her clients. She never allowed any single one of them take the lead. She was always the one with the whip. The one with the dominant power. She resented a man controlling her. She hated letting the men make the rules. When it comes to the affairs of the bedroom, Summer makes her own rules.

But not in the case with this man.

She wasn't the dominant one now. She was the one being led. She had no power over him. It was his time, his bedroom and his rules and she must abide by it. Why was she letting him have all these liberty? Was it because she was scared of him?

No! Although, she was wary of Zeke, she wasn't scared of him. He couldn't possibly hurt her. He seemed a kind and gentle guy who could hardly hurt a fly. Maybe it's because she felt something new and thrilling about him. He was blind, and drop dead hot and very wealthy.

Zeke's hand cupped her firm round buttocks and squeezed it a little, then he ran his hands to her smooth slender thighs up to her flat tummy and back to her face.

She glanced down and saw his erection making a fine big impression against his towel. She was in awe at how bigger he was down there that she immediately looked away. For a blind man, he was well endowed.

Zeke nodded his approval.

"Seems I'm getting value for my money," he said, caressing her cheeks. He held her chin and rose her face to meet his. "Let's see if you'll be worth it."

All these while, Summer's heart was pounding so much she was certain he could hear it loud and clear. The way he touched her sent every nerve in her body on fire. She had never felt such sensation in her life by any man.

Composing herself, she wriggled out of his grip and took two steps back from him. She had to stay focused on her job. She wasn't going to get carried away. Why wasn't she in control anymore? He's slowly taking over her like a poison.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced up at him, a determined look on her face. "Are you ready?"

His dark-lenses glittered. "As I'll ever be. Impress me."

Summer cracked her knuckles. "Oh, you bet I will."