I tapped my feet nervously to the familiar blues that was playing. There was still a slick wetness in my panties, and I hoped I could hide it before I was called to meet Mr. Dom. I wished I and Ivy could go together, but it was impossible as one person was needed at a time.
I noticed that the other strippers weren't as nervous as me. They were more of excited, and kept talking about how Mr. Dom would look like. Within a few minutes, the first girl emerged.
"The next person should go in," She said as she grabbed her bag which was on the table.
The girls looked at her with expectation, probing her to drop some gossip.
"That man is difficult to impress. He didn't even let me dance well," With that, she picked up her bag and walked towards the exit.
The bouncer emerged again, leading the second girl towards the room. My gaze trailed after both of them as they moved. I was curious to see which room they entered, but they disappeared before my eyes could continue following them.
The second dancer spent more time than the first. Then, the third went in, and then the fourth, and down to the fifth.
It was left with just Ivy and I.
My glass was already empty by now. When the fifth girl emerged, Ivy followed the bouncer. I was now left alone at the table.
My fingers tightened around the glass. Each second seemed to stretch longer than normal. I doubted if I was ready to do what I had never done before. Curiosity got the greater part of me, and I told myself that no matter how shaky I felt, I was still going to stay to audition for the role.
I almost placed an order for another drink when I saw Ivy emerge and I abandoned the thought.
"How was it?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing bad at all. Just a little bit of stripping and dancing here and there."
Stripping? It seemed like something was stuck in my throat. Did strippers really need to take off their clothes? It dawned on me that I knew little about this profession.
Before I could have more time to think about what Ivy said, the man was already there.
I followed him towards the corridor by the left. It was flagged with sensual art pieces hanging on the wall. He stopped when he got to a brown coloured polished wooden door.
There was a man in a completely black outfit standing outside the door. Another bouncer perhaps. He shifted from the entrance to grant me entry.
As I entered the room, the atmosphere was different from that of the main hall. The air was chilled and there was this crisp smell of expensive wine in the air.
A bed was at the far end, while the rest of the room was a wide stretch of space, except for the small table and a plush white sofa by the side.
A man reclined in the chair, nursing a glass of wine in his hand. He swirled the wine in the cup and his gaze was on me. I almost forgot what I came here to do as I stared at him with a slacked jaw.
His shirt clung to his body, revealing his sturdy features. The upper part of the shirt was unbuttoned and I could peek through to see that perfect stretch of skin underneath it.
I saw a smirk form at the corner of his lips as he noticed me gawking at him. I recollected myself shyly and looked away.
"Little yellow thing, you're not here to look but to dance." His voice rang out deeply as he spoke. I don't know why, but his baritone voice made me get more moist beneath my thighs.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dom," I muttered.
There was something in his eyes that screamed unimpressed as I swayed my hips to the soft music that was playing. I wondered if he saw the wet patch on my panties.
I pictured him standing up from there and leaning closer to me to grind my ass against his cock or just a feeling of him wrapping his hand around my waist.
I could still feel the wetness clinging to me. Was this how strippers always felt while dancing?
"Stop." He said in a tone that clearly wasn't impressed by my dancing. I sucked in a deep breath. I was supposed to be happy that he wasn't interested in me, but for some inexplicable reason, I felt disappointed. Something in me wanted this adventure of being picked by Mr. Dom as his exclusive stripper.
He lit a cigarette with one hand and drew a deep puff.
"You're being clumsy. In my whole life, I've never seen such pathetic dancing,"
I hung my head low, I didn't expect him to say that. Yes, I knew I couldn't dance, and I was probably moving my waist in a stiff manner.
I clasped my hand in front of me and fidgeted with them nervously as I expected him to dismiss me.
"Something about you intrigues me despite your pathetic dancing." He took another drag of his cigarette, before releasing it from his mouth.
"Come here." He ordered in that baritone voice. I moved closer to him, wondering what was going to happen next. Did he want me to give him a lap dance or something like that?
He dipped his hand into his pocket and stretched out a card to me.
"See me at my suite at this time tomorrow. I think I like you."
I nodded my head and took the card from him.
"And one more thing," He added as I was about to step away from being so close to him. "You'd need your clothes completely off for tomorrow's performance."
A look that I couldn't explain appeared on my face. Strippers really danced completely naked, didn't they. Before I could take one more glance at the card, he dismissed me from the room.
I wondered if he told any other girl to meet him afterwards, or if it was only me that got this opportunity.
Tomorrow, naked. My pulse raced at the thought, with fear and curiosity.