The Contracted Stripper

Over the next few weeks, Iris became more comfortable in her new role. She learned the ropes quickly, thanks to Skylar’s guidance.

The two of them became even closer, bonding over their shared experiences. One night, as they were getting ready for their performances, Mama Pee Pee called Iris into her office.”Iris, you’ve been doing well.

But I have a challenge for you,” she said, her tone serious.

“What is it, Mama Pee Pee?” Iris asked, intrigued.

A special client is coming in tonight. He’s a big spender, and he likes new faces. I want you to give him a private dance,” Mama Pee Pee said.

Iris felt a surge of anxiety. “A private dance? I’ve never done one before.”

“I know. But I think you’re ready. And it’ll be good for you. Trust me,” Mama Pee Pee said, her eyes softening.

Iris took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

The night passed in a blur. Iris performed on stage, her movements more confident than ever. Then came the moment she had been dreading. She was called to the private room where the special client was waiting.

The room was dimly lit, with plush couches and soft music playing in the background. The client, a man in his 40s, sat in one of the chairs, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Hello,” Iris said, trying to keep her voice steady.”Hello, beautiful,” the man replied, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Iris began to dance, letting the music guide her movements.

She tried to forget her nerves, focusing on the task at hand. The man watched her intently, occasionally slipping money into her garter. As the dance went on, Iris started to relax. She found a rhythm, a flow, that made her feel more confident.

The man seemed pleased, and when the dance was over, he handed her a generous tip.

“You’re good, sweetheart. What if we take it further?” he said with a smile.

“I don’t understand what you mean by that s…sir,” Iris said.

“Well I think you do silly girl” he chuckled trying to touch her pussy.

She flinched immediately. I’m only a stripper sir, not a prostitute” she said in a sharp tone.

The man gave a funny laugh, “what’s the difference between both?” Now come and do me dirty” he smirked.

“I’m sorry Sir, I can’t,” she said and left the room, her heart pounding.

Back in the changing room, Skylar hugged her. “I heard you did great! How was it?”

“It was… intense. But I did it,” Iris said, feeling a sense of accomplishment.”See? I knew you could,” Skylar said, beaming with pride.

As the weeks turned into months, Iris found herself growing more comfortable in her new role. She was no longer the timid girl who had walked into the club that first night.

She had found a strength within herself that she didn’t know existed. She continued to dance, earning more and more each night.

The money she made went towards her mother’s medical bills, and slowly, things started to improve at home. Iris also started to think about her future.

One night Iris stood backstage, adjusting her red lingerie. The silky material clung to her curves, highlighting her hourglass figure.

Her medium-sized breasts were perfectly framed by the lace, and her long, straight legs seemed to go on forever, accentuated by the 8-inch heels she wore.

Her blonde wig cascaded down her back, and her skin glistened with a layer of oil, giving her an almost ethereal glow. She was the epitome of perfection.

Skylar peeked around the corner, her eyes wide with excitement. “You ready, Iris?” Iris nodded, her angelic smile masking the nerves bubbling inside her. “Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You look amazing. Go out there and show them what you’ve got,” Skylar encouraged, giving her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

As Iris stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. Men of all ages and backgrounds filled the room, their eyes glued to her every move. She moved with grace and confidence, every step a calculated dance.

The room seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her presence. She swayed her hips seductively, her movements fluid and enticing. Men reached out, trying to touch her, but she skillfully avoided their grasp, keeping just out of reach.

Mama Pee Pee had advised her to loosen up, but Iris held firm. To her, this was strictly business. She wasn’t here to form any connections, just to make money and leave.

As she finished her routine, the crowd roared with approval. Dollar bills rained down on her, and she picked them up with a grateful smile.

Backstage, Skylar hugged her tightly. “You were amazing out there! They love you!”

“Thanks, Sky. It’s still a bit surreal,” Iris admitted, her heart still racing from the performance.”You’ll get used to it. Just keep doing what you’re doing,” Skylar said with a wink.

Despite the offers and propositions from countless men, Iris always turned them down. She believed in a future where her prince charming would rescue her from this life.

Until then, she would keep her distance, focusing solely on her performances. But everything changed the night Ryan walked into the club. His eyes met hers from across the room, and there was an immediate, undeniable connection.

She left the club that night, never to return, and began a new chapter with Ryan.

End of Flashback***************

The mansion was eerily quiet. Iris wandered the halls, feeling the weight of solitude pressing down on her.

Since leaving the club, her life had taken a different turn. Ryan was often away, engrossed in work, leaving Iris with only occasional conversations with Sarah, the housekeeper, to keep her company.

One day, as she was scrolling through her phone, she came across an advertisement for Bain Fashion House. Her heart skipped a beat. Fashion had always been her passion, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

She quickly submitted her application, her fingers trembling with excitement. She didn’t tell Ryan, thinking it unnecessary until she knew if she got the job.

Weeks passed, and Iris waited anxiously for feedback. One morning, she received an email from Bain Fashion House. Her application was under review. She smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope.

Meanwhile, at the office, Ryan was busy sorting through files when his phone rang. It was Bella.

He picked up, slightly annoyed at the interruption.

“Ryan, you promised we’d have lunch,” Bella reminded him, her tone light and cheerful.

“Did I?” Ryan asked, trying to recall the conversation.

“Yes, you did. Come on, you need a break. Meet me at the restaurant,” Bella insisted. Ryan sighed.

“Alright, I’ll be there.”He arrived at the five-star restaurant, its elegant decor and breathtaking view setting a perfect scene.

Bella was already seated, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

“Ryan! It’s so good to see you,” she said, standing up to hug him.

“Good to see you too, Bella,” Ryan replied, sitting down opposite her.

“How have you been?” Bella asked, her eyes searching his face. “How’s work? And how’s Iris?”

“Work is hectic, as always. Iris is fine,” Ryan said, his tone neutral.

Bella leaned in, her voice softening. “Are you sure you’re happy, Ryan? You know you can always talk to me, right?”

Ryan hesitated. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Bella.”

“So, what’s up with you? Why did you call for lunch?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from himself.”I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

I just wanted to check up on you, see how you’re doing,” Bella explained, her eyes sincere.

“It’s fine, Bella. I was just surprised,” Ryan said, his expression softening.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

They continued their meal, reminiscing about old times and catching up.

As the meal drew to a close, Ryan kept glancing at his watch. Bella noticed.

“I guess you want to run back to your wife, please just stay a bit longer,” she pleaded. Ryan sighed, reluctantly agreeing. “Alright, but just a few more minutes.

“Bella smiled. She ordered his favorite wine. ” Let’s make a toast to catching up after a long time.” She said as she opened the wine.

“No, Bella, not today. I need to head back home,” Ryan protested.”Please, Ryan, it’s just a toast.

Since you got married, we haven’t had time to talk and catch up like this,” Bella insisted.

Reluctantly, Ryan raised his glass. “Alright, a toast.”They clinked glasses, and Ryan downed his drink.

He was about to leave when Bella poured another glass. “Let’s toast to your dad, for his recovery.”Ryan gave her a hard stare but raised his glass again. “To Dad.

“Bella poured yet another glass, pushing it towards him. “One more, Ryan, for old times’ sake.”Ryan sighed, taking the glass. “Fine, just one more.”

“Two more Ryan, that’s it, just two more,” she said with pleading eyes.

After two more glasses, Ryan found himself feeling lightheaded.

He attempted to stand but wobbled, collapsing back into his chair.”Are you okay, Ryan?” Bella asked, her voice feigning concern.

Ryan mumbled incoherently, trying to form words. “I… I need to go…”