The billionaire's stripper

It was just a one-time thing; I have never had sex with anyone except him. I know you might think it was because I was in love with him, but no. He was a total stranger. As I danced on the pole that night, my gaze locked on him, and it was the beginning of a fucked-up fate.

I have always danced on poles for fun and money. I have worn just a pair of pants and a bra just to slide down the metal pole and make men waste their money, but never have I agreed with all those slimy and smelling men's wishes. To sleep with me was the hardest thing a man could do-well, except him.

"Sophia," he had said my real name just behind my ear right after the dance while I was in the toilet removing my makeup. I expected it; my body shivered in delight. Never have I had any affair with anyone, but he was just different; he was so handsome, he was everything. Lord, how could you make a man as fine as this?

"Right?" He said it again, and it snapped me out of my trance. "And who are you?" I asked, trying to be brave even though I could feel myself already wet down south.

"Spend the night with me," he had said, ignoring my question. Oh Lord, if this is a dream, it is one I never want to get out of. But for the first time, I was wrong. I should have asked again. He was a devil in disguise.

"Ok," I heard myself say. I became weak in front of a man whose velvety voice was enough to tip me off the edge. And that was the only assurance he needed. As his smooth hand grabbed my face, I almost fell to my knees. His lips touched mine, and it felt like he was about to swallow me whole. His hot tongue parted my lips, and it turned into a war between tongues as I struggled to breathe, but he didn't let me. At that moment, he pressed me closer to himself, holding me by my waist. His hands tilted my head as I struggled for oxygen.

He finally let go, only to push my back against the tiled wall, but I stopped him as he started to open his shirt button.

"This is the female toilet; what if someone sees us?" I couldn't help but breathe out, and I saw a ghost smile on his lips as he nodded, gave me a card, and walked out without saying a word. I raised my brow at that and turned the card around to see that it was the key to one of the private rooms. I walked out of the bathroom quickly, making my way towards the said room. As I got there, I used the card to open it, only to see him already sitting on the bed.

I was about to join him on the bed after shutting the door when he raised one of his perfect hands at me.

"Strip," he said, and I felt the heat rise to my neck. This was my first time stripping in front of a stranger, even though the clothes I was putting on showed almost all my nakedness.

"I-"

"Don't make me repeat myself." He cut me off as he slowly undid his belt while I unclipped my black bra. Finally, the two pieces of clothing I had on me were removed, and just as I was about to remove my heels, he raised his hand again. He lit a cigarette. He made a motion with his hand, telling me to come closer, and that's what I did. He stood up in all his glory; the shirt he was wearing was now unbottled. He stared into my eyes as I kept myself from shivering. He got so close, blowing the cigarette on my face as I stated to him eye to eye.

"I'll make you feel so much pleasure, Sophia," he said as he pushed me lightly and I fell on the bed. His hands took off his shirt, and I couldn't stop admiring his body. He bent down slowly, tracing his tongue right from my toe up until he got in between my legs, and I couldn't help but want to close my legs, but he held them firm apart as he buried his head between my legs and started working on me with his tongue. Goodness, this was pure heaven. My legs wrapped around his head, but he pulled them apart strongly, and yet it looked like he didn't even exert any strength.

"You touch me, I stop, and you only let go when I tell you to," he said as he dove back in. All I could do was grip the sheets as I moaned in pleasure.

Soon I was shivering in disgust as I released myself into his mouth. But that's when I felt his arm digging into my skin as I cried out in pain.

"I warned you," his dark voice said, and I was scared to even look into his eyes as he zipped down his suit pants and pulled them off with his briefs. My eyes landed on his member, and I couldn't help but try to move away from him, but he gripped my leg, pulling me back before burying his entire member into me. I screamed in pain as he tore into me.

"You are a virgin," he groaned out as he stilled inside me a little, letting me adjust to his enormous length. Now that I could finally analyze his words, I realized he was hesitant, but he was already buried deep inside me.

"Yes," I breathed out as he started moving in and out fast, not giving me enough time to adjust as he smashed himself into me while I begged for him to slow down. It hurt so bad; no one said it was going to hurt like this. I have been released three times now, but he hasn't let me go. His endurance was too high, and it was killing me.

"Please, enough!" I cried out in a weak voice, but he continued.

When I was finally on my fifth release, he shot his hot sperm into me. My lids were heavy as I shut them while feeling him finally slide out of me.

He bent down to unbuckle my heels.

"Next time, don't disobey me, and... It's Aleric," was all I heard before darkness consumed me. What next time? There is never going to be a next time.

I hadn't opened my eyes, but I could already feel the soreness creeping in. I patted the bed space beside me, lightly opening my eyes as I groaned at the intensity of the sun, then shutting my eyes again. It looks like no work for me for the next three days. I stretched my hand further on the bed, even though I knew it wasn't possible. I still hoped he was lying right beside me, and I could see the handsome face of the young man again. Even though it felt more like a curse than a blessing.

But like I hear Veronica say all the time about the men she sleeps with, they were never there the next morning. 'In the night, we are the mistress meant for their desires," she always quoted. I forced myself up as my legs felt so weak they couldn't hold me up, and I fell to the floor. Not caring about how pathetic I looked, I crawled into the bathroom, opening the tap so the bathtub would be filled. It hurts everywhere; it hurts so bad.

I entered the bathtub only to remember I wore heels. I placed my fingers on my foot, ready to remove the buckle, when I felt nothing there.

Holy... have I been robbed?

Soon I stood at the busy road with my heels, which I found on the room floor in one of my hands. While dragging my feet lightly so as not to stress the already sore muscles. I walked inside my apartment, going to take some painkillers before going to bed. I expected Veronica to call, but she didn't, as I already told my boss I wouldn't be available for three days, and the woman readily agreed. That's how bad the ache is. I wanted to ask for a week, but I decided against that. My boss said Veronica would take over for me, yet the said girl, who was also my best friend at work, didn't even give me a flash. Maybe she's busy, I thought as I laid down to sleep again. I clumsily got up from bed. I have work today. Not three days, but three weeks have passed, and I haven't seen him again. I guess God answered that prayer.

I scrunched up my nose in disgust as I walked to the bathroom to throw up my guts. It's been happening for a week now, and it's fucking annoying. I was quick to take my bath and rush to work. Not the strip club, of course; that's in the evening. Right now, it's to the taekwondo class I had with kids under twelve to teach them the basic steps of self-defense. I never graduated from the basic steps because I had no time to focus on myself; instead, I had to look for ways to make money. I felt so lightheaded as I stepped into the room where I taught them.

"Hello kids," I said to the children, who had already formed a single line upon my arrival.

"Hello, Miss Sophia!" they chorused, and I couldn't help but feel so proud.

I'm going to miss them so much when they leave. Tears gathered in my eyes as I shook it off and started with the day's class. Of course, I did not forget to vomit the only food I could stuff into my empty stomach.

I walked into the club as I saw I was a little late and some girls were already dancing to please the men who looked like they just came from work.

Veronica got off the stage, swaying her hips as heads turned towards her while she walked over to me.

"You look pale," she said, and as I was about to say that it's probably just malaria, I clutched my mouth and ran to the toilet to empty my already empty stomach.I heard the door opening, and I knew it was Veronica as she stood behind me while I didn't make a move to get up.

"Looks like someone's pregnant," she said in a teasing manner, and I froze. Oh, hell no.

"It's just malaria," I said, wanting to shut her up. She hummed in disbelief as she walked to a cabinet in the toilet near the mirror, bringing out a pregnancy test kit.

"Then do the test," she said, uttering the words I dreaded the most. But I had to do it to prove her wrong and to calm my racing heart.I closed the cubicle as I peed into the equipment on my hand, praying I wasn't pregnant.

My heart dropped when I saw the two black lines sealing my fate.No, I can't be pregnant; I am too busy to be pregnant, and my job is too dangerous for a pregnant woman. I don't even have enough to cater to myself, much less a child.I didn't know what happened, but I found myself in front of my boss's office.

"Come in," I could hear the voice of the middle-aged woman say. I walked in with my head bowed down as I raised it up to stare at her. She stared back at me and said, "Hello Sophia, and what might I help you with?"

"Mam, I want to quit," I said straight to her face, wanting all this to be over and done with.

"And why is that?" The ever-calm woman asked as she sat on her chair, not looking like a person who ran a strip club as a business.

"I am pregnant, ma'am," I answered with all the seriousness I could muster.

"Aren't you supposed to be the virgin among them?" I could hear her say it loud and clear.

"I had sex with someone three weeks ago."

"So just flush out the pregnancy." Those words made my whole stance quiver. "It isn't the first time, Sophia, and it won't take time either-"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but no," I interrupted her as I took a step back. "I have probably overstayed my welcome; thank you for everything mam, bye," I said before walking out of the office with my head held high.I would never think of aborting my child. The being wasn't even supposed to be here, yet I forced it into this world, and now I'll be responsible for it.

I walked into the familiar building without knocking as I moved towards the door. Just as I was about to knock on it, it was opened widely by a grinning Nate.

"Nathaniel," I finally called out after hours of walking and trying to clear my muddled brain.

"I missed you too, shortie," he said, as he engulfed my whole being in a hug as I finally relaxed into his arms, letting my emotionless mask fall, as did my tears.

"Nate," I said in between sobs as he clutched my frame tighter.

"I didn't know you missed me that much," he said as he pulled me into the house, shutting the door, but I didn't reply. I just kept letting the tears flow, not wanting to hold them back anymore.

I tried to talk, but my words came out in a jumbled mess.

"What's wrong, shortie?" He called out with a soothing voice, all the while not letting me sink into the nothingness I have become in the past few hours.

"I am pregnant, Nathaniel," I said, and I felt his arm get loose around me, making me fall to the ground as I sobbed into my open hands.

"That's not meant to be possible; last time I asked you, you said you were still a virgin," he said, his eyes wide, taking a step backwards away from me that stabbed into my heart.

" it wasn't intentional." I begged, not really knowing why I did.

"You know I have feelings for you, Sophia, and is this how you tell me to step back?" He asked, suddenly taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes furiously, looking like he was trying not to cry.

"I didn't know; I didn't remember to use a protec-"

"Enough!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself; you aren't even sorry for losing your virginity to a useless man who probably has wives and kids at home; instead, you are sorry for not using protection."

And that was when I realized how silly I was. My hand hung in midair as I dropped it to the ground. How selfish could I be to hurt him this way after leaving him hanging for two months without giving him an answer to the question he popped? How could I be this wicked to the only person who stayed with me through thick and thin?The most painful part is that I didn't regret it. Having sex with the stranger wasn't something I wanted to prevent, even if I could have prevented it.

It was something I would do again and again if I was given the chance-to see those gray orbs again, starting right at me.

"I'm sorry." The word slipped through my lips before I could help it, and the next thing I knew, I was outside on the cold floor with the door locked and my frame sitting on the sandy floor.

I pulled myself up after minutes of waiting, waiting to see him come back and say we could start over again, but I saw nothing.

I kept walking again, not even noticing it had already turned dark while walking over to the club again, remembering I hadn't told Veronica of my leave.

I got to the club, which was starting to get scanty as I saw her probably retiring for the night after seeing no one to ask for her hand in bed.

She looked angry for some odd reason, but I ignored it and walked towards her to tell her about "the news".

"Veronica!" I called out as her eyes snapped towards mine, anger burning in them.

"Sophia, you better leave this place and never come back," she said immediately after she sighted me, and I sighed.

"I was just about to tell you about my quitting," I said, and her gaze suddenly turned to a questioning one.

"Pardon?" She said, and I wish I still had it in me to laugh when Veronica says her pardon, which makes her British accent sound deeper.

"I know you are angry, and I am leaving," I was about to say when a smile spread across her lips.

"No, not at all; I'm not angry; it's good you are leaving," she said, and it was my turn to throw a questioning gaze her way.

"Why?" I asked, not understanding why she would be happy when I was leaving.

"Well, you see, Sophia, it's because the man you slept with that got you pregnant actually came over last night, and he said he was searching for you. Apparently, I don't know how he knew you were pregnant, but it looked like he was going to eliminate you at all costs. Sophia, you have to run far away from here," she said, and I froze.

Lord, what other trouble have I put myself in now, getting pregnant for a man who looks like a CEO? Of course, he would be out to eliminate me because he wouldn't want to tarnish his reputation.

No, I can't let him have me; I can't let him harm my child.

"Thank you, Veronica," I said before turning around and running out of the strip club. Just as I ran out my eyes went to a poster I didn't notice for days and there was the picture of the man of my dreams standing in all his glory... Aleric Quinn the second richest man in the world.