HAYLEY

"Hurry up, Hay! You don't want to be late it's past 7pm already." Michelle yelled from the living room.

"I’m almost done, Mich" I replied sarcastically.

I did some finishing touches to my face, adding excess mascara to my eye lids.

A light brown foundation before adding a deep brown powder and tracing my bloodshot red lipstick round my plumpy lips.

I checked myself out and I really looked like a slut.

My fair pale skin completely transformed to an African-like face but it wasn't that obvious.

I wore my ear rings, nose rings and necklace before straighten my tight purple gown which was just slightly above my knee.

You can see the net leggings underneath standing out. I eventually pick up my purse before going out.

"Took you long enough to get dressed." Michelle said with an eyebrow arched perfectly.

"I had to look good okay." I replied flatly before leaving her behind.

Oh, pardon my manners, didn't introduce myself.

My name is Harley Brandon, I’m 22 years, no family, just me, myself and I alone in this world except for my wonderful friends Michelle, my bestie and Jackson, my crazy boy/girlfriend.

That's because he behaves like a girl when he is clearly a guy.

Those two are the reason I haven't committed suicide.

I work at a strip club, though I’m not a slut, I’m still quite intact.

But that's the only place I get good pay and few tips.

I'd be graduating college in two days’ time and I’m super excited.

Maybe I'd get a better job once I own my certificate.

Enough about me you will know later, I need to hit the clubhouse.

******

Music Playing…...

>>I don't know if you could take it

Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey, naked

I wanna be your baby, baby, baby

Spinning and it's wet just like it came from Maytag<<<

I danced to the rhythm of the sound blasting out of the speakers. It was Rihanna's song wild thoughts, that's been played.

I really loved the song, dancing elegantly tracing my fingers on my own body seductively.

Guys were feasting their eyes on me, fucking me already in their imagination.

But there was one, whose gaze was intense.

Piercing deep in to my fragile skin.

It was no other person than Tanner Scott, the young CEO of Tan-tanner cooperation. The eligible bachelor, and a huge flirt, famous for his Playboy scandals and huge infidelity.

Like every other girl out there, I was a fan of his huge tanned body with great abs. He's got the body of a model, and girls go gaga over him and I am no exception. Just that mine isn't that serious.

As much as I admire him, I still have some self-dignity than throwing myself cheaply at him. I snapped out of my thoughts and continue dancing, satisfying the hungry eyes.

Some things are better left as thoughts....

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

TANNER

"Fuck!! Fuck!!" I groaned, spanking the bitch’s ass.

"Yeah…babyyy." The slut moaned in pleasure. She took a fistful of hair, her body trembling under me.

I kept thrusting in and out roughly, till we both climaxed.

"Get out!" I said icily, not bothering to look at her as I got up from the bed.

"That was a great sex, you know."

"Get out bitch! Now!" I growled.

I got to the table and pulled out its drawer, took some cash, then threw it at her.

"But will there be a next time." She said with a smile that disgusted me. She took the cash and dipped it in her bag.

"Get the hell out." I thundered and she scurried out. "Good riddance."

I went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Oh, sorry guys.

My name is Tanner Scott, one of the youngest and richest CEO here in the country.

I think that's all for now

*****

"Yes, what do you want this time?" Seeing Jayden's head pop out of my door.

"Aren't you going to club today?" He questioned, walking inside fully.

"I will so fuck off."

"Your pretty stripper will be there." He grinned childishly and I rolled my eyes.

"Just fuck off Jay."

But he was right I kind of want to see her again. I dressed up and head out to hit the club.

"Jay, let's go."

As usual, girls were throwing winks at me and my bro as we arrived.

And as usual I ignored them, right now, my focus was on the stripper as I entered the club.

She was fucking beautiful.

I was just staring and couldn't take my eyes off her. Those ass and juicy boobs!

I can't wait to get a taste of her. Her body drives me crazy. But surely, I’d get to sleep with her.

Have been longing to do that to her.

HAYLEY

"Congratulations, graduate!" Michelle squealed, throwing her arms around me as we stumbled out of the ceremony hall.

I couldn't stop smiling. Finally. After all those late nights studying and early morning shifts at the club, I was finally done with college.

"We need to celebrate!" Jackson chimed in, appearing beside us with a grin. "And I know just the place."

"The club?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Where else? It's your night off, and you deserve to let loose for once." Michelle tugged at my arm.

I hesitated. Going to the club as a guest instead of working felt strange, but maybe they were right. Maybe I did deserve one night to just be free.