50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 28

Perfectly balanced in my 5 inch heels, I slinked through the curtains to an awaiting and enthusiastic crowd, hollering my name. Smiling coyly back at the dimly lit venue, hardly making out any of the faceless figures as a result of the stage lights I approached the pole.

The whistling sounds intensified as I wrapped one delicate, manicured hand around it, slowly sliding down into a squatting position.

Sliding back up I kicked my leg up, wrapping it around the pole and hoisting myself into the air. Graceful and elegant as always, they called me Zelle, short for gazelle around here for a reason.

Combining acrobatics and a few sultry moves I've picked up along the way, I gave my usual sensual and erotic performance, feeling my body and losing my hands in my ruby red curls. I became one with movement, twirling around effortlessly and leaving little to the imagination.

I did a perfect center split, exposing a sliver of juicy pussy much to the enjoyment of my audience. Avoiding tripping on the piles of cash that had been thrown on the stage, I whirled around the pole once more and then bowed, letting my milky cleavage spill out of my bejeweled black bra.

The applause and hoots were deafening and I walked offstage, waving at the crowd and swinging my hips seductively.

I took a heavy seat in front of my vanity, sighing with exertion as I checked my makeup. "Killed it as always Zelle" my good friend Lola said, playfully squeezing my breasts as we both stared, smiling into my mirror.

"I swear you're a skinnier version of Christina Hendrickson, it's absolutely nuts. Doppelgangers really, and of course you've got her big ti-

"Zellee there's a guy that wants to meet you out here!" one of the girls, Angel, chirped from the hallway.

Confused, I stood up to go see who it could be. At the Gentleman's Club, clients had to book appointments for any private meetings with the girls including lap dances or even just conversations. It was company policy and kept establishment a few notches above the surrounding competition.

"I tried to tell him that he had to schedule a-" I waved Angel off, tentatively calling out "Hello?"

A man emerged from behind the wall, making me stop dead in my tracks with his presence. My eyes widened as I took in his figure, incredibly tall and completely towering over me. He was dressed immaculately in a perfectly tailored designer suit, complete with a perfectly folded lapel and crease-free tie. His hair was flawlessly styled, with not a hair out of place.

What struck me the most however was his face. It seemed more like a sculpted Roman bust than a regular man. Incredibly symmetrical and chiseled, his beauty surpassed that of a human. His eyes made me physically feel as if I were being sucked into his soul. They were such an unusual shade, tinted with what appeared to be...red? And his skin, pale and cold looking made it seem as if-

"Zelle?" the beautiful man said, pronouncing the word clearly and emotionlessly.

I could only nod lamely and he stepped closer to me, closing the gap between us. He lifted my chin up sharply, "You will answer when I speak to you."