The Billionaire's Stripper (His first Love)

Draped in a mask, Charlotte cautiously stepped onto the stage of the crowded club. As soon as the bright lights illuminated the area, she couldn't help but feel a heavy weight settle in her chest.

Anxiety coursed through her veins, intensifying with each passing moment, as the voices of the crowd echoed in her ears.

Just like her very first day on the job as a stripper, anxiety had always been her constant companion whenever she found herself standing on this stage. To her, the stage which was for stripping has transformed into a battlefield.

Charlotte struggled to catch her breath as she gazed out at the sea of faces in the audience. These faces belonged to men hungry for her body, stripping her down with their leering gazes and raucous laughter.

Disgust seeped into her being as she thought of the loathing she held for these men, a feeling that far surpassed her distaste for her job. But she had no choice. She needed to pay for her father's life-saving surgery.

Ever since her father was diagnosed with a blocked artery in his heart, Charlotte had worked tirelessly to fund her father's treatment, even if it meant sacrificing her dignity.

Coupled with the mounting debt from her father's loss of income, the burden to provide fell solely on her shoulders, and she was slowly fading away under the weight of it all.

It was her last night at the club. Her aunt had secured her a cleaning job at a prominent company in the city, and she was set to start the next morning. The pay would not be nearly as much, but it was a way out of the never-ending cycle of objectification and degradation she endured as a stripper.

With a shiver running down her spine, she whispered to herself, "Just one more time, this is my last performance." She took a deep breath, steadying herself for what was to come.

As the music started, Charlotte gracefully made her way to the pole, moving her body in sync with the seductive beat. Her skin glistened under the lights as she climbed the pole, swaying her body in a mesmerizing manner.

The sole means by which she had persevered this long was by entering a state of numbness induced by a drink every time she was prepared to take the stage.

"Fuck! I desire you!", the men echoed in the background, rooting for her as she moved.

"You are a seductive bitch!", another man echoed as he tossed money at her.

One man stealthily approached the pole, eager to touch her as he salivated, consumed by a desperate desire to claim her for himself.

"Take all of my money, bitch! I just want to have you all to myself", the man pleaded.

Her performance left the audience in a state of ecstasy, each man lusting after her movements and willing to do anything to possess her.

***

In the VIP section of the club, Lucas and his friends reveled and caroused while the women vied for his attention. However, he was not interested in any of them, considering them to be 'cheap'. Women had always been mere playthings for him.

Amidst his enjoyment, a girl stormed up to him with anger blazing in her eyes.

"Lucas! You are here partying while I've been trying to reach you for days. Did you block me?" she demanded.

Ignoring her as though she were not even there, Lucas continued sipping his drink. His friends erupted into loud laughter, causing the girl's face to flush with embarrassment.

Simon, one of Lucas's friends, remarked, "Dude, where do you even find all these bitches?" He laughed, glancing at Lucas.

"You know that women always crave me. I can't help it," Lucas nonchalantly shrugged.

He was accustomed to women flocking to him because of his wealth and handsome face. Yet, he had no interest in any of them.

He used them to satiate his sexual desires, paid them off, and demanded that they never return. However, like this woman, most of them believed that they could change him, and make him fall in love with them. They were simply delusional and seeking financial gain.

Despite her embarrassment, the girl persisted. "I'm talking to you, Lucas. I thought you cared about me. Were those sweet words merely lies?" she demanded, her frustration threatening to bring her to tears.

Her words only served to irk Lucas, and he could no longer hold his tongue. "Are you stupid? I'm done with you, bitch! And how dare you stand there and question me. Leave, before I show you how wicked I can truly be."

The girl flinched at Lucas's raised voice, her tears already welling up in her eyes. "You'll regret this. You're an asshole, and I hate you!" she cried in frustration before storming out.

As she left, Lucas and his friends couldn't help but laugh. They had seen this scenario play out many times before with other girls vying for Lucas's attention. Lucas found it amusing that girls still fell for his charms despite his reputation. Their tears held no sway over him; he never asked them to cry for him anyway.

"Bro, that was epic!" Ryan exclaimed, still shaking from the excitement.

"Lucas, the ultimate ladies' man. Do these girls even know who they're dealing with?" Simon added with a smirk.

"I can have whoever I want. These naive girls think I would lower myself to be with any of them. They're nothing but gold diggers and lowlife bitches," Lucas sneered as he took a swig of his drink.

The loud cheers and the sound of money being thrown caught their attention. Lucas wondered what was causing all the commotion, and then he noticed the masked stripper dancing provocatively on stage.

As he watched her for a few more minutes, Lucas couldn't help but be captivated by her flawless skin and alluring curves. He felt himself getting aroused as he continued to observe her, barely covered by the thin bra and thong she was wearing.

He couldn't help but wonder who was hiding behind the mask, and how he had never noticed her before.

Her sensual movements on the pole ignited a fire within him, and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of his desires with her.

"Fuck! I want her", Lucas voiced out when he could no longer bear the wild thoughts from his imagination, he wanted her all for himself.

Lucas nonverbally signaled to one of his bodyguards stationed behind him, whispering confidentially in his ear. The bodyguard promptly excused himself, returning with the club's manager at Lucas's behest. The manager came running as he knew Lucas George to be an influential figure.

"I want that girl," Lucas stated bluntly, gesturing his chin towards Charlotte.

The manager's eyes widened, following Lucas's gaze, shocked and taken aback. "Pardon me, sir. Did you say...her?" he stuttered in disbelief.

"I want her," Lucas repeated coldly.

"I understand your desires, sir, but the particular stripper you mention does not engage in private sessions," Manager Tee responded tactfully, careful not to incite Lucas's ire.

"What do you mean? I explicitly stated my wish, and you dare to refuse me?" Lucas questioned, his gaze now fixated on the manager, who had begun to sweat under the chilled air of the VIP section.

"N-no, of course not, sir. I am just trying to explain that there are equally stunning strippers in our establishment that can fulfill your desires. I can arrange for any one of them to join you immediately," Manager Tee hastily clarified, trembling from fear.

"I have made my decision. Get her!" Lucas commanded, gesturing again to the same bodyguard, who retrieved a bag filled with a substantial sum.

The bodyguard handed the bag to the manager, who unzipped it and greedily eyed the pile of cash. His stance changed, unable to resist such a tempting offer.

"I will fetch her at once," Manager Tee eagerly declared, hastily exiting with the bag in tow, his face brimming with excitement.

"Lucas," his friends, who had been silently observing the exchange, called out with smug smirks.

After a few minutes, Charlotte finished performing for the men and made her way to the backstage room, seeking to calm her nerves and wash her sweaty hands. As she breathed a sigh of relief, the manager's assistant approached her, alerting her of the boss's request for her presence.

Charlotte's anxiety quickly dissipated, relieved at the idea that her boss was ready to hand her final paycheck. She could not wait to leave this degrading and oppressive environment and never look back.

In a hurried frenzy, she sped towards the Manager's office, only to be informed by her superior that before receiving her paycheck, she would have to perform a private striptease for a crucial client.

This revelation caused a myriad of shockwaves to surge through her body, triggering haunting memories of her past. It seemed history was about to repeat itself.

"What...? What did you just say to me? A private session?" Charlotte stammered in disbelief.

A sly grin crept onto her boss' countenance as he coolly responded, "Indeed, Charlotte. He shelled out quite a sizable sum for it."

Manager Tee chuckled softly at the mention of money as if it could magically erase her fears.

Charlotte seethed with anger, "I explicitly stated that I do not engage in private sessions, and you know it. I was expecting my paycheck today. I'm finished for the night, so what is all this about?" She tightly clenched her fists, refusing to back down.

Fuming, Manager Tee rose from his seat and slammed his hands down on the table in a fit of rage. "You will do as I say. You are just a damn stripper! Your job is to entertain people, so get out there and do it!" He spat, "I won't give you a single cent until you complete the job."

"I will not do it," Charlotte retorted, her ire bubbling over. In a provocation, Manager Tee flung bundles of cash at her, leaving Charlotte stunned.

Her eyes widened at the sight of so much money, tempting her in ways she had never imagined.

"What is the meaning of this?" Charlotte queried, attempting to maintain her composure despite the effect the money had on her.

"Come on, Charlotte. We both know you need this money. Why don't you swallow your pride for once?" Manager Tee attempted to persuade her, "This man is one of the wealthiest billionaires in the city, and he is willing to pay any amount for you. Who knows, you might even earn more if you please him. He just wants you to strip for him."

"Have you forgotten what happened a few months back? That's the reason I stopped doing private sessions," Charlotte reminded him, feeling increasingly anxious as the painful memories flooded back. She had been left traumatized and disgusted, and she didn't want to relive that experience again.

"Charlotte, those are mere challenges you have to face to get what you want... you need the money right? So you have to do whatever it takes to get it", Manager Tee responded with yet another smirk on his face.

Although she knew she needed the money for her father's surgery, Charlotte hesitated. Anxiety took hold of her as her hands became clammy once again. "I refuse to do it, you can do it yourself," she declared, ready to walk away.

But Manager Tee forcefully gripped her hand, determined to make her comply. He even went so far as to grip her jaw, threatening her with humiliation if she didn't follow his orders.

As tension filled the air, Charlotte struggled to break free from his strong grasp. Their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills.

Suddenly, a panting waitress entered the office, interrupting the tense moment. Manager Tee released Charlotte as he turned to face the newcomer, his face contorted with anger.

"Speak quickly, what is it?" he demanded.

"Mr. Lucas is furious, he's calling for you," the waitress replied.

"Very well, you may leave. I will join him shortly," Manager Tee dismissed her.

Turning back to Charlotte, he added, "Just thirty minutes with the client won't hurt you."

"You only care about your money, that's all, and no one else", Charlotte said picking up the bundles of cash on the ground.

"We have settled the matter, now go get ready. Your client is waiting," Manager Tee ordered, a sense of finality in his tone.

Despite her boss's threats, Charlotte accepted to do the job. The thought of being able to pay for her father's surgery after that night pushed her to agree. It wasn't the first time she had rebelled against Manager Tee's orders.

"This money is not enough. If you expect me to risk myself once again for your selfish reasons, you might as well triple my pay as you promised. After all, the client is wealthy," Charlotte stated, her eyes blazing with determination.

Manager Tee erupted into delighted laughter.

"Yes! This is the Charlotte I know, this is why I like you," he exclaimed, silently clapping his hands and depositing a couple more bundles of cash for her. He was willing to do anything to satisfy Mr. Lucas.

Charlotte accepted the money and swiftly retreated to the dressing room. After adorning herself, she made her way to the dim private chamber where her client, Mr. Lucas, was already seated.

As she approached the door, her fingers lingered on the knob, hesitant to enter. Anxiety coursed through her, causing her hands to become sweaty.

She understood the type of men who frequented the club, especially those who were willing to pay any amount for their pleasure. These men showed no regard for those who provided them with satisfaction.

Feeling repulsed by the thought of entertaining men and pleasing them when they only made her feel worthless, Charlotte hesitated to enter the room, knowing that this 'important client' would likely be no different.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she donned her mask and opened the door. Inside, her client sat in his regal attire, exuding an air of sophistication that only intensified Charlotte's unease.

She reminded herself that she was doing this for her father and nothing else. Without a word, she stepped onto the dark stage.

The music began, and Charlotte moved her body gracefully, twirling around the pole. A sense of detachment washed over her as the song's sound faded into the background, transporting her to another dimension.

Her sexual appeal was so alluring that men found it nearly impossible to resist her. Judging by the client's expression, Charlotte could tell that he was entranced by her performance.

She was well aware of his arousal, evident through the hardness in his pants. She knew this because it was a common expression among all men when she performed, and it disgusted her.

She despised this part of her job, having to do something she didn't want to just to please a client who at the end of the session still desired her.

After thirty minutes had passed, the session came to an end. Charlotte was ready to leave when the client called her back, insisting she stay and offering to pay her a substantial sum that could sustain her for a lifetime.

Lucas quickly motioned for his bodyguard to enter with a bag of cash, generously offering it to her. Charlotte hesitated, not wanting to be in the same space as someone she loathed.

"No, you paid for a session and I am finished," Charlotte stated firmly, heading towards the door.

However, the door slammed shut, trapping her inside.

Charlotte attempted to unlatch the door, but it appeared to have been secured by the client's bodyguard. She fought fervently, grappling with the doorknob and urging it to yield, yet it remained steadfastly shut.

Defeated, she leaned against the door, glaring at the seated man with a smirk adorning his lips.

The client was well aware that the door was locked and remained silent, savoring the sight of Charlotte's futile struggle.

"That bastard!" She muttered under her breath.

"Open this door, I wish to leave at once," she demanded, almost pleading.

The smirk on client's face vanished, replaced by a cold, composed expression.

"Sit down, bitch. You know why you're here, so let's dispense with the pretense. I'd hate to have to get you myself," Lucas's voice reverberated in the room.

Charlotte's body trembled with fear, wondering what he might do to her if she refused to comply.

"Don't delude yourself into thinking you're any better than those girls in the club. I can have any girl I desire," the client continued, as Charlotte reluctantly sat beside him.

His arrogance rankled her to the core, and simply meeting his gaze sent waves of anxiety and discomfort through her body, causing her to avert her eyes each time.

Charlotte could hardly speak, her words coming out in unintelligible murmurs as she plastered on fake smiles to appease him.

She was well aware of the truth; all men were the same, viewing her as nothing more than an object for their pleasure.

With a hesitant hand, Lucas attempted to reach for hers, only to have her recoil in fear.

"Please.... stop touching me," Charlotte stuttered, her words quivering.

"Relax, I won't bite... at least not yet," Lucas chuckled, thinking she was simply playing hard to get.

"I don't want to be here with you, please let me go," Charlotte sobbed, her voice tinged with desperation.

But Lucas ignored her plea, instead retorting, "Here, have a drink," as he stretched a glass of whisky towards her.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I didn't come here for this," Charlotte gritted, pushing his hand away and causing the drink to spill onto the floor.

"Bitch," Lucas growled, his temper flaring as he jerked her hair when she resisted his offer of a drink.

"You'll do as I say, bitch, or I'll deal with you," he thundered, his eyes burning with fury.

In fear, Charlotte stuttered, her heart pounding as she saw the anger in his eyes.

"Here, take it now and drink up," Lucas demanded, his voice commanding.

Scared and unsure of how to escape the situation, Charlotte reluctantly took the glass from him and emptied its contents. She realized that perhaps being tipsy would make it easier for her to endure the next few minutes of conversation, just so Lucas would leave her alone.

"Drink some more, you need to loosen up," Lucas insisted, handing her another glass.

Trembling, Charlotte accepted the glass and drained its contents, recoiling at the strong taste of alcohol.

"What's your name?" Lucas inquired, attempting to caress her hair.

But Charlotte flinched at his touch, immediately pulling away.

"Relax, stripper. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I don't bite," Lucas grinned, taking a sip of his own drink and offering her another glass.

As Charlotte sat in silence, she obediently drank every glass of wine handed to her by Lucas, desperate to please him and make him go away.

But Lucas noticed that she kept touching a pendant on her necklace, and his curiosity was piqued.

"Nice necklace, a gift?" He asked, trying to push the hair covering her face behind her ear.

"Thanks....It's my mom's," Charlotte muttered, her voice quiet and sad. "The only memory of her I have left..." she trailed off, pulling away as his hand brushed against her lap.

"Is she... dead?" Lucas inquired, drawing closer to her.

"No... she left... and I haven't seen her since," Charlotte admitted, tears welling in her eyes, threatening to spill. The alcohol had left her vulnerable enough to open up about her mother.

Lucas felt a strange sensation in his chest at the sight of her tears. It was suffocating, and he couldn't quite comprehend these unfamiliar feelings. He was not used to comforting or having such conversations with anyone.

He hesitated to wipe away her tears, unsure of why he felt compelled to do so.

"I must be tipsy too," Lucas muttered under his breath, shaking his head to try and snap out of it.

"What?" Charlotte asked, struggling to understand his words.

"I'm sorry about your mom... I think I can relate, but in a different way. My mom passed away when I was seventeen," Lucas responded, lost in his own thoughts.

"Oh... I'm sorry about your mom. At least you knew she loved you," Charlotte sobbed.

"Have some more to drink," Lucas replied, handing her another glass of whisky, trying to change the somber atmosphere. He didn't want to delve into a conversation about his mother.

Charlotte emptied the glass once again, her head already spinning. But she managed to put up a composed facade.

"It's strange, I don't even know who I'm talking to, or who's behind the mask," Lucas said, urging her to remove her mask.

"I know, but I prefer it this way. It helps me protect my identity. I am here to entertain men, that's my job. There's nothing more to see," Charlotte explained.

After much persuasion, Lucas let it be. But he couldn't shake off the restlessness, as if a magnet was pulling him closer to her. Her hidden identity only intensified the strange connection between them. And with the effects of the alcohol, the tension dissipated, and they both finally relaxed.

The conversation between them flowed effortlessly, touching on any and every topic imaginable. Their laughter reverberated through the room, and Lucas couldn't help but admire the perfect alignment of her teeth. He felt a strong attraction, perhaps even lust, towards her.

As they took a few more shots, Charlotte attempted to stand up, realizing it was late and she was quite drunk. However, her balance failed her and she stumbled back into Lucas's arms.

In that moment, their bodies collided, and Charlotte experienced an unfamiliar sensation coursing through her. It was as if her body was yearning for him, her heart racing as they locked eyes.

Lucas's gaze fell upon her cherry red lips, and he could see a certain watering in her eyes that only fueled his desire. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her, waiting for her response.

"...Stop it..." Charlotte muttered weakly, trying to push away from his embrace but unable to due to the alcohol.

Ignoring her protests, Lucas continued to kiss her, taking what he wanted. Unable to resist the intensity of his kiss, Charlotte eventually gave in and wrapped her arms around him, returning his passion.

Lost in each other's embrace, Lucas lifted her up in his arms and covered her with his thick coat before carrying her out of the room. He was determined to indulge in his deepest desires.

In a matter of minutes, they arrived at a luxurious hotel in the city.

Before they even entered the suite, their hands were all over each other, unable to resist the intense attraction between them. As they entered the room, their passionate kissing resumed.

In a swift motion, Lucas discarded his shirt while Charlotte removed her coat, both revealing their bare torsos. Without hesitation, Lucas lifted Charlotte into his strong arms and carried her to his bed, where he began placing gentle kisses on her neck and slowly trailing down to her belly button. He traced his lips down to her legs, savoring every inch of her body.

His longing to explore every part of Charlotte was becoming insurmountable as he embraced her intoxicating chocolate scent, leaving love bites on her neck. As he slowly removed her leg straps and lingerie, along with her high heels, Charlotte helped him with his belt and trousers, the two continuing to kiss passionately.

As Lucas reached for her mask, eager to take it off, Charlotte abruptly stopped him, whispering, "No, please. I don't want to do this." She could barely move, so overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensations he was eliciting.

Frightened and trying to resist, Charlotte stuttered, "Please...stop." She held her head in pain as the terrifying memories from months ago flashed through her mind. She desperately didn't want history to repeat itself.

Despite her pleas, Lucas couldn't contain his desires, leaving the mask on as he continued to kiss her. Charlotte struggled to resist, but in the end, gave in to her own desires.