The Billionaire Artist Contract Stripper

CAMILA

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The music trailed off as I gripped the pole once more. Feeling the heat of the moment, I pumped myself up and swirled around the pole for the fifth time. My head came downward and I roamed my fingers from my chest to my knees. I was feeling the moments. They could all feel the moment, and I was satisfied with the feeling I gave them.

This was my life, I was a pole dancer at the Please and Pleasure Night club. I pleased men with my body in exchange for cheers and money. But Nick being my boyfriend and my boss, things weren't going well for me.

My feet came down again and I let myself lay flat on the floor. My eyes fluttered as they roamed around the hungry crowds who couldn't stop cheering and throwing money at me. Yes. I needed it. The money was why I was here and it was what excited me to move more.

I had been in this position many times to know what they desired. It was almost like seeing through their souls. These miserable hungry souls. Silly men with hungry wives and horrible homes, spending everything to get a glimpse of my show. How pathetic

Although I was happy about this lifestyle of mine, I was never satisfied. it always felt like I was lacking something, something decent in my life. I had a sister to take good care of and she was my driving force in this lonely world now. Anna was my last blood, the last person I'd call family.

I dragged myself on my knees seductively towards the hungry audience. They needed a good view for their money and I would give them one. I laid flat again and moved my fingers through my tummy to my panties. The crowd cheered for more. Stupid dumb people.

My eyes caught a dark figure among the crowds. I couldn't get a clear glimpse of his face because of how rowdy the crowds were. But I could feel his stares at me. He was in a suit. Who wears a suit to a fucking stripper club?

He was staring right at me and I couldn't take my focus off him. I moved back to the pole and swirled around it with my eyes still on this mysterious figure. The blue and white lighting couldn't make me get a clear vision of him but I could tell from his countenance that he was handsome. Some handsome hungry idiot who loves a good show. And damn, was I going to give him a good show.

I moved seductively towards him as his eyes didn't flinch from mine one bit. The crowds divided, allowing me to move freely to him. My fingers found his chest easily as they roamed through his suit buttons. The crowd couldn't stop cheering and throwing money at me and that was the motivation I needed to bring this man to his knees.

I sat on him and gently rode him as my fingers kept moving around his chest. He didn't stop staring and he gave no emotion. He was as stiff as a rock. This man was resisting me... and I was not one to be resisted. I took my time to study the titan I was on. His hair was tousled around, his jawline thick and sharp as they kept clenching with each movement I made. I couldn't tell the color of his eyes but they were dark and hungry.

His hands suddenly gripped my butt, and he gave them a sharp spank as I gasped. My eyes caught a smirk from him. He gave my butt a quick squeeze. Well, he wanna play? Two can play the game.

My right hand shot out to his neck as I gripped them with little force. I felt his Adam's apple pop as a gulp escaped him. I could feel the music inside my head and the effect of the whiskey I had taken earlier before I came on stage. I could feel the effect I was having on him but he was in denial. His hands on my butt gripped harder but I didn't back down. His fingers trailed up my ass to my spine with a tingling sensation, then he moved them downward to my pantyhose as he grabbed and released them making them slap against my skin.

My mouth came to his ears and I whispered the song to him slowly, seductively, in a very sexy manner. I felt his grip on my butt loosen as the song was coming to an end.

"What's your name?" His voice came out hoarse, demanding, and delicious.

"Miss," I muttered as my left hand gripped his tie, moving away from him, I used his tie as a swing, swirling around him as the rhythm of the song trailed on. My ass landed on his lap once more and I whispered into his ears, "Miss nobody."

The music ended instantly with the crowds cheering and I tried to pull away but he was holding me so tightly that I couldn't move. His eyes flared with lust and desire. He wanted me, but I wasn't ready. His right hand moved from my ass to the pocket of his suit. He brought out a golden card and handed it to me.

My eyes moved between his and the card. I released my hand from his shoulder and took the card from him. Just when he thought I was going to leave, I squashed the card between my fingers and pushed it back to his chest pocket.

"I don't do services." I smirked.

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"You did what?!" My best friend and coworker, Abigail squeaked out. She was chewing on her gum loudly and it was annoying.

We were changing into our regular clothing in the dressing room.

"Yeah, I squashed the card and I pushed it back to his pocket," I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from the table close to me. "Oh, and the crowd was unbelievably more active than before." I chugged on it as I stood in front of the mirror in our dress room. I was done for the night and I had to change to go home.

"Yeah, but we're not talking about the crowd. Why did you do that?." She asked with a little pout as she slumped on a chair close to me. "And I was even there to see the look on his poor unfortunate face!"

"If you wanted, you would have taken my place for the night." I shrugged as I removed the fake wig we had to wear from me and picked up a pack of wipes to clean my face with. I glanced at Abigail who gave me an unbelievable look. "What? He went past the rules!"

"Well, you sat on him! What else did you expect him to do? Smile at you and watch you rub your almighty ass on him? I heard the new men are from some mafia gang or something." She said as she swung her arms around.

"Whatever," I muttered, not letting the thought of the mysterious man get to me. "Come on, change, we're done for the night."

We changed into our regular outfits and as we made our way out of the room, I stumbled upon two men with dark shades and a suit.

"Miss," One of them nodded and passed a card in my direction. "Boss wishes to speak with you." It was the same card the mysterious man gave me.

I knew for sure the boss in question was the mysterious man I just had a lap dance on. Though I had an idea of the concept of the meeting, I wasn't in the mood for anything.

"Well, tell your boss that I'm done for the night," I pushed his hand with the card back at him.

"Padrino insists you come with us," Another voiced from behind the first one.

"He can link with any of the other girls, I don't accept any more favors for tonight." I finished and pushed past him but was held in the elbow by the second man.

"You will listen to Padrino, Suka." He growled as he moved his shade for me to get a clear view of his face and pushed the Card at me. "He requests you be brought in now."

oh. well, fuck shit.

CAMILA

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"Well, chill dude," Abigail snapped and pushed at him to let me go. "She doesn't want to go, what's the issue?"

The first man tapped on the second and in a moment he released his hand on me. I scurried away from them with Abigail gingerly following behind. I didn't bother to look back and check if they were following or not, I wasn't in the mood for any of that.

"What the hell just happened?" I shouted as we entered the main hall of the club. Please and pleasure club was my life, I'd been working here for a year now and it's been the only close thing to the support I could ever ask for.

"Wow, I never knew them to be this..." She brought her right hand to her chin in a thinking position. "Insisting."

"Me too," I shrugged. "Let's get the hell out of here."

We struggled to get out through the dancing bodies in the dance hall. When we got close to the exit hall, we came face to face with our boss, my boyfriend, Nick.

"Woah, woah, woah ladies, why the rush?" Nick asked as he walked towards us with a silly smile on his face.

"We're done for the night Boss, we need to go home," I muttered, my eyes barely meeting his.

Nick was my boyfriend and my boss. We had been together for almost a year now, and although things go smoothly for me here in the club, at home, he beats me every single time. Last night, we fought over who should wash the dishes and he took that opportunity to hit me again.

"Hm? Home? But the party just started," He said with a stupid pout on his face as he brought his filthy hand to my shoulder. "Why do you want to leave now?"

I gulped. "It's Wednesday Boss, we only do Pole dancing on Wednesdays," This was definitely going to bring about another round of beating when we got home.

Although Nick was my boyfriend, he drew a line between relationship and work, he warned me never to go by first name basis when at work. I lived with him, he fed and clothed me, so basically, I had no say in whatever.

"I see," His hand left my shoulder as he brought it to his chin in a thinking position.

I stole a glance at Abigail who was as straight as a dancing pole. Fear was evident on her face, she dared not speak back at Nick.

"Well," Nick spoke again and my gaze turned back to him. He came in the middle of us and slumped his arms on our shoulders. "Change of rules. Abigail, you are attending the VIP sections for the rest of the night. And Camila, I have a special guest for you."

Shit. This wouldn't end well.

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"I hate him! I hate him so much!" Abigail said as she turned around for me to tie up the back of her corset.

Nick drove us back inside the dressing room and personally picked a skimpy dress for me to wear. I had no idea who this special guest was as I was too fearful to ask him.

"Trust me, I hate him more than you do," I muttered as I struggled with the zipper of her corset. "He makes things difficult every freaky time!"

I finished the zipper in time for her to turn swiftly. "What's still keeping you from running? You planned on doing that last month?" She asked.

I sighed and dragged my tired self back to the mirror section and started working on my fake hair. "I still haven't met my target for the year," I muttered.

"Fuck target!" She hushed, "This guy beats you every fucking opportunity he gets, how long are you going to keep enduring? Are you going to do anything hurt because he takes care of you and your sister?"

"Abi, I can't leave now. I don't have enough to start my life afresh, I can't leave and start sourcing from the bottom again. And I have my sister's tuition to cover. I can't just leave now." I was on the verge of tears now. Shit. I hated this vulnerable side of me.

Abigail came to me and squatted beside me. "It's okay, I understand. You'll get better and everything will be sorted out soon. Come on, let's finish quick before he barges in here." She tugged at my elbow and stood straight.

I finished my makeup on time as the door opened and Nick rushed in. "What's taking so fucking long?" He growled.

"We just finished and were about to head out-"

He cut. "Well, head out now! The fuck?"

Abigail scurried away in panic, leaving just Nick and I alone. I gulped, I sat nervously as he moved slowly to me. His hands trailed around my neck and suddenly, I felt a grip on it. "You dare refuse a VIP offer from a customer?" He growled as his hand on my neck tightened.

Well, news travels fast. Nick already got hold of the issue earlier.

"I-I didn't mean to," I choked out. "I-I already-dy clocked o-out-"

"That doesn't give you enough reason to decline such an offer." He growled into my ear and I almost ran out of breath. "I've been giving you too many favors these days. You deserve a little punishment to straighten that brain of yours." He pinched my neck and suddenly released me.

I was almost choking as I struggled between coughs to breathe. "I'm sorry," I said in a whisper, struggling to keep the tears from spilling.

"You will be when I'm done with you. For now, come with me, you have a client to impress."

I followed him out of the dressing room while trying to straighten my dress and fix my makeup. He was walking briskly and I was trying to catch up with him. We passed through the main strip lobby, taking the stairs up. This part of Please and Pleasure Night Club was where the main fun happened: Oral sex, BDSM, threesomes, and even torture sex. My breath hicked at the sight of these activities. At least, Nick only let me dance at the pole and I was glad about that. He never allowed any man to touch or use me like the rest of the girls. I guess his greediness won't let him share his girl with these hungry men.

We stopped at the last door to the left, his office. He turned swiftly to me and gave me a stern look. "Play nice, or else you're staying for days without food." With that, he pushed the door open and dragged me in.

The room was dark with a single red light flickering. I tried to settle my gaze by fluttering my eyes many times, I had been in this office countless times so I was a bit familiar with the surroundings.

Nick pushed me further into the room. He walked towards the huge office table, allowing me to study the manly figure sitting around the table.

His head was down, and the fedora he wore dipped down just far enough so that I couldn't see his eyes. What I could see of him was more than enough. His shoulders were broad, and his body was built sturdy, as he wrote something down, I could see the veins in his hands working.

I couldn't get a clear view of him the time I danced on him. But now, I have a clear image of the Adam before me. His suit was perfect, even though his body wasn t straight the lines on his suit appeared to be. The perfectly shaped white triangles of his dress shirt hung loosely around his throat. While I couldn't see his eyes, I could see the square jawline, rugged, and prickled with a five o'clock shape. There was an indent on his chin that was simply adorable and seemed improper in an otherwise stern character.

I noticed two men standing by the door behind me... those men who came to me earlier. I gulped. This was a mess, I was in a hot mess.

A very hot mess!

CAMILA

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I stood nervously across the table. I couldn't tell the next move from him and the silence was eating me up. My eyes occasionally looked between the man on the chair and my boyfriend, Nick, who was standing nervously close to the table.

I subconsciously dragged the hem of my dress down to somehow cover the fully exposed part of my lower body but as I did, the thin material covering my boobs dragged down with it.

Nick cleared his voice a few seconds after, dragging every word with anxiety. "So, you asked for her. I apologize for the stupidity she caused some minutes back. So, here she is King, a full package." His hands flew around as they pointed at me.

I gulped. My attention focused on the man sitting gracefully on the chair opposite me. His gaze was stiff on the piece of paper he was scribbling on. Seeing how quiet the room was, Nick spoke again. This time, with a little bit of laughter to brighten up the atmosphere. "Come on King, I have girls downstairs with legs wide open waiting for me!" He gave a stupid laugh at the end of the sentence.

The Adam sitting suddenly stood up. His hands moved to straighten the end of his suit as he walked majestically across the room to where I was standing. Every one of his movements screamed money, authority, and power. He suddenly stopped and stood before me, I didn't dare raise my eyes to meet his. A mixture of strong manly cologne and mist filled my nostrils and I tried not to scrunch my nose at the strong beautiful smell coming from him. The confidence I had while riding him suddenly disappeared from me.

His hand shot up and I flinched, thinking he was going to hit me. But instead, they came around my neck and tilted my head to the side. His long fingers trailed every inch of my neck as he suddenly spoke.

"Who did this to you?"

His voice came out perfectly strong, unlike the time he spoke to me at the strip hall. At first, I didn't understand what he was pointing at. But when his fingers trailed at a sore part of my neck, I gulped and shut my eyes, I wasn't ready to tell Nick out just like that.

I heard Nick's nervous laugh as he spoke. "Oh, forget about that Mr. King. It was a little punishment for the stupidity she pulled the other time-"

"Did you do this to her?" He spoke again. This time, a mix of impatience and anger was evident in his voice.

I was shivering at this, my eyes were still shut and I was trying hard to not voice a whisper. His hand on my neck was still trailing around and I could still perceive the strong smell of mist on him. Nick didn't give a response to his question.

"Mr. Grey, do you do this to all your girls?" When Nick didn't answer, he returned the question to me. "Did he hurt you?"

I opened my eyes to meet his grey ones. "I- I, no. No, he didn't hurt me." I whispered as my gaze focused on his. I literally lost all confidence around this man.

"What is your name?"

"C-Camila," I found my voice again. The tension in the room was slowly reducing and I could feel my heart beating well again. His hand on my neck was soothing.

"Camila," My name seductively rolled on his tongue. "Camila, who is this man to you?" He asked, gesturing to Nick.

"He's my boss," I said and every word felt like glass in my throat.

"And?" He raised a brow.

"My boyfriend," I gulped.

"Fascinating." He smirked and dropped his hand from my neck as he made his way to the big desk. "Camila, do you know that this man just sold you to me?"

Sold?

"S-sold? W-what do you mean sold?" My voice croaked.

He signaled one of the guards who came to me and handed me a piece of paper. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I read the content of the paper. My name and a picture of me were attached to the paper with two signatures. Nick's and obviously his.

I managed to move sideways and fixed my gaze on Nick who was standing nervously. "Nick?"

Nick didn't say a word. Instead, he focused on the man. "King, I didn't fucking sell her to you. It was a one-night contract." He gritted.

"And what's the difference between that? She'll be mine after all." King asked, with his gaze still on me.

Nick gasped and moved further towards me. "King, we had a deal-"

"And the deal starts now Nick. Now, can you please leave?" King interrupted and when Nick opened his mouth to protest, he turned to the men. "Show this gentleman the way out, please."

The men inside dragged Nick who wouldn't stop yelling out of the room, leaving just King and I inside. King moved back to the desk and sat on the chair. focusing on the documents once again while I stood, having absolutely no idea what I should do at that moment.

My brain was still trying to register the fact that my boyfriend and boss just sold me off to some random dude. I needed to ask questions and be aware of what was going on, and that was what I did.

"Why am I here?" I asked. my voice barely a whisper.

The titan before me didn't bother sparing me a glance as he kept scribbling on the documents. Moments later, he spoke. "Quite impressive what you did back at the club, might I say?"

"Huh?" I voiced.

He stopped what he was doing and finally settled his gaze on me. "Camila Frost, am I right?" His right brow squeaked and his gaze remained on me.

I gulped, shifting my weight to my right leg. "I'd like to be referred to as Camila, Camila Rose." Frost was my father's name and I hated to be called that. It wasn't worth answering my dad's name after everything he did to us.

"Hmm, I see." He nodded. "Well, Miss Frost," He stood and walked to me. "I'd like to make a preposition. " He grinned, standing a few breaths away from me.

"W-what do you m-mean?" I stuttered, trying to fix my gaze on his despite the blue light in the room.

The Adam before me studied me for a while, then he moved back to the office chair, pulled out a file from under the table, and slammed it in my direction.

I strained my gaze towards the paper but couldn't get words out of it. "What's that?"

"You see, Miss Frost... your humble boyfriend sold you to me for the night. How shameless of him." He broke out and moved his head around in pity.

"No!" I glared at him. The high shoes on me were already too uncomfortable for me and the whole situation was irritating. "Nick would never do that!"

"Technically, no, he'd never. Financially, hell yes." He said and gave a laugh that I found annoying. "You were given off for One Million dollars baby, for the night."

Well, that was a lot of money. I didn't even know I cost that much.

"But, the thing is... I wanted to have you just for the night. but after your little foreplay on stage, that thing on your neck. and how smooth your body ran through mine at the bar, I want to have more of that. I have a proposition to make, Camila. And I'm ready to pay you more than one million if you'll accept." He finished, resting on the table and crossing his hands together.