My Name Is Isabella

Chapter 5

It was the man from the table I waited on. The arrogant one. I give him a shy smile. Was I going to give this man a private dance? I made enough on stage to pay back Stacey, and my cover charge. I know that's not enough. I need to pay the phones soon to or I won't be able to tell Maggie how Mother is doing without going in person. I swallow the lump in my throat and my pride. As if he knew my thoughts he chuckled "I will be your first." How did he know I was a virgin? "Dance." He added quickly with all his perfect teeth on display. s**t, was I obvious? "Sorry, I have someone who already booked a dance." I lie and look down at my wrist that he is still holding. His grip tightens to the point my hand is beginning to tingle. He pulls into his body and brings his mouth which was no longer smiling down to my ear. "twenty thousand dollars." His hot breath trickles down my neck making my whole body break out in goosebumps. I take in a sharp breath, he smells so different, it's not clean like the hospital. It wasn't the smell of smoke and stale air either. It was the smell of pine trees in winter, mixed with roasted coffee, and a trace of earthy notes. Is this what danger smells like? Why is it so calming? A thousand dollars was more than I made in one week waiting tables and he was offering me 20. I nodded as lightly as possible giving my body one last out to turn around and run. He finally let go of my wrist and led me through the club. He must come here often.VIP lounge sparkled about my head. I should have known he was a VIP. I turn back to him to try and read his expression but he just orders a bottle from the waitress and brings me even deeper into the lounge. I don't remember there being a room like when the manager walked me around the club. He sat down on the tacky red sofa and leaned back while lighting a cigar. I giggled at the sight. Such a beautiful man who oozed sophistication and class sat on such a tacky couch it was a sight to behold. I looked around for a pole but didn't find one. I realized that I didn't know what a private dance was, or how to give one. I glanced at the door and started to fidget my fingers. Should I run? The handsome specimen on the couch chuckled at the sight of me. "You look nervous, come sit with me." He said casually. I went to sit on his lap which seemed to take him by surprise, he immediately tensed up when my body made contact with his. Was this not what he told me to do?

After a few moments of awkward silence, his body was no longer stiff and his sparkling teeth were on full display for me again. I started thinking about the money he offered and came to the conclusion a private dance must be a lap dance. I almost put my finder up in my light bulb moment but threw my leg over the other side of the man under me to straddle him instead. His attention was mine now, and the beautiful smile he wore was slowly turning dark, and desperate. Like a lion ready to pounce its prey. I admire his patience. He didn't move an inch while I shimmied my body on top of him. All of my moves grinding my sensitive body further into his. I was getting turned on, and I began to lose myself in the music. I bit my lip and closed my eyes while moving a little slower to match the music. I was jerked back to the moment when I felt a hand grab my breast. "You can't touch, just enjoy what I offer," I say getting nervous at the situation I put myself in. I remembered the owner's name, the one Stacey warned me about. "Mr.Ramano won't allow you to disrespect me," I whisper hoping that name will be enough of a threat. I turn around still on his lap but avoiding his face. "You are new." He says in a seductive voice. Who's seducing who here. "What's your name?" He asks picking me up by my waist and facing me towards him. "Isabella." I blurt out. s**t " No, Bambi... My name is Bambi." To late. "What's yours?" I waited expectantly "Today I am Mr. Ramano." My eyes bulge out of my head. "Spread these for me," He says pushing my knees apart. "I'm not like that, I don't do that," I say slowly my nerves heightened, can I even refuse my boss? He continued readying my face with a devilish look in his eyes. " I only want to welcome you Bambolina." He says licking his lips. "HA," I blurt out "Is this how you welcome all your new dancers, Mr. Ramano?" I question. He chuckled again then flipped me over so that my back was on the couch. My breathing began to feel heavy and my heart was racing. He lowered his face into the crook of my neck. He sucked my skin so lightly I almost didn't notice. "Just you " He whispered into my ear his breath giving me goosebumps again. The desire was clouding my judgment, and my body started rocking towards him. He reached his hand down to the bottoms of my outfit. Why was this man intoxicating me? Why was my will broken so easily with him? He rubs his hands over my thighs and back to the sliver of fabric over my woman parts and slips his hands inside. My body pushed towards him craving more of his touch, and he noticed. He got down on the floor and forced my barely their panties to the side and looked me in my eyes. when our gaze met he smiled devilishly again before licking me from my clit down. I let out a shocked breathy moan. What is happening right now? I felt a growing desire in my core that only he could cure. I began rubbing against his mouth as he pushed his fingers inside me. "s**t" I yelled out. My body tensing the more pleasure I got. I quickened my pace to match his fingers, eventually wrapping my legs around his head not allowing him to escape. Desperately trying to muffle my screams I began to feel myself flooding with pleasure. "oh f**k I'm cumming." I yelled out a moment too late. My legs twitching and going limp. When my senses came back to me I looked back at this man who was full of s*x appeal. I jumped to my feet and shoved my outfit back over my v****a, and started to panic. I walked backward till my back touched a wall. I couldn't give in to his touch again. He followed me slowly and wrapped his arm around my waist. "I want you to call me Antonio," he whispered in my ear. arousing my desires again. He pushed against me and I could feel how hard he was. "Ok" I answered him. The desperate desire is visible in his eyes. He left closing the door behind him and leaving me with everything that just happened. I decided I was done for the night and quickly got up to leave.