Chapter 5

The bartender disappeared at a corner, he went to the room that led to the back stage, he found some of the strippers having conversations outside of their dressing rooms. He proceeded to his left and got to the door with a post that said, 'Manager's Office.'

He walked in and was greeted by the man on the desk, "Cloud! What can I do ya for? Do you like what you see?" Clover said, " Well, I knew she was a natural, for a first timer, she got the crowd going crazy. But you see, there is one specific man that just paid $700 to have her in the private room upstairs," Cloud said as he handed the money over to Clover.

"Well well, I will let her know as soon as she is done doing the table dance, this guy paid $70 to have her for 30minutes. Man! I'm making some cash!," Clover said excitedly, "How about telling that rich customer to wait just 30 minutes, you can take him in the private room and I'll let Ginger know when she's done, Okay?"

Cloud shook his head and left the office. He went back to Giovanni, who was pacing back and forth just around his previous seat. "Come with me, Sir. I will take you to the room. Unfortunately, she won't be able to come immediately, but you will only have to wait 30 minutes," Cloud explained.

He noticed that Giovanni was looking impatient, "Sir, it's only 30minutes." Giovanni nodded and began to follow behind Cloud. He led him upstairs into this room that had a red sofa, two bottles of champagne on a tray with two glasses. The bed had red sheets and covers, maroon curtains and all topped up with the scent of vanilla and caramel.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," Cloud said as he started to shut the door. Giovanni poured himself a glass and sat on his bed, he looked at the time, it was 8PM. He could wait, he was going to wait a little longer.

Forty five minutes had already gone by, Giovanni was getting tired of this, he got off the bed and grabbed his jacket. Just as he was about to open the door, someone from the other side pushed it open in a hurry. She walked in without looking around the room clearly, "Okay, sorry I'm late, I had to freshen up just a little, what can I do for you to make that $700 worth it?" she said, closing the door behind her.

"Ginger?" Giovanni called out to her.

Ingrid spun around to take a look at the man that spoke, she was shocked to have been staring at the guy that she met outside.

"....You!?"

Ingrid brought her hair from the back and made it lie on her shoulders, "I didn't know that a guy like you would be interested in strip clubs. What do you want?" she asked. "So your name is Ginger? I just....I really wanted to understand what a lady like you would be doing in a...." before Giovanni could finish, Ingrid pushed him towards the bed and got on top of him, "Listen, Giovanni right? What I'm doing here is non of my business. Now if you'd give me the honour to do my job, I would appreciate."

"Now, let me give you what you came for so you can leave," Ingrid said with a stern look in her eyes. She started to unbutton Giovanni's shirt. He held her hands up just when she almost got to the middle. He tossed her to the other side and got on top of her instead, "Relax, I'm not here for sex," he said. "Bullshit! Every man is here for sex, you paid $700 just to get my name?!" Ingrid rolled so that Giovanni would fall to the other side and she would get on top of him.

"Well, if you want to throw your contacts in, I'd be grateful," Giovanni rolled over again but this time, falling off the bed, leaving Ingrid in a lying down position. "But hey, I will be honest, I really just want to get to know you better, in a city like this, not every woman has the guts to help stop a fight when she sees one," Giovanni watched as Ingrid rolled her eyes, "well, if you want to know badly, this is my first time here so I didn't that I had more than one option to let you get mugged," "Wait, it's your first time? explains the reason why you didn't do much on that pole tonight," Giovanni said.

Ingrid threw a pillow at him and jumped on him just as he caught it. "Wow, are you sure you don't want me? I can feel something poking me," she threw in a kiss and he pushed her back by the shoulders. "I thought strippers made it hard to sleep with them," Ingrid felt a little ashamed, she was forcing things.

She got up and started to head for the bed. "Sorry, if I offended you....Ginger," Giovanni said while getting up, "Don't get me wrong, you're very attractive and that's why I'm hard, but honestly, I don't pay to use women, that was just the only way I thought that I could get to you,"

Ingrid grabbed a pillow and brought it between her legs. "My boss, he said you paid for a whole hour, no one has ever paid that much for anyone here, so he told me to let you in by all means," she said while staring at the pillow.

"For the last time! I paid that money so I could get some time to talk to you, I just want to get to know you," he explained. Ingrid stared at him in confusion. What kind of a man blows that much money just to talk? Or maybe he was rich, he drove an Audi after all. Yet again, she didn't have any reason to be spilling her information anyhow. She was on a mission to be professional at her job, to be strong and leave no room for emotion.

"Tell you what, I'll tell you about myself....after you lay with me in bed," she proposed, "Are you serious? I....Do you promise?" Giovanni asked. Ingrid nodded, Giovanni pulled out a tiny pen and a piece of paper, scribbled something down and put it in his back pocket.

He started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his defined six pack, Ingrid smirked, he was handsome to look at and very attractive, she indeed did want to sleep with him. She wanted to know what it would be like to be dominant over such a man. She got up and pushed him slowly on the bed, she started to unzip his pants to reveal his shaft.

'Quite an appealing size,' she thought to herself. Just when she was about to place her tongue over it, he stopped her midway. "If we are going to do this during this one hour, how about I treat you instead?" Giovanni said. She didn't know exactly what he meant. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. He pulled a ribbon from his pocket to tie his hair back.

He bent down to start kissing the back of her neck. He slowly removed her corset and threw it to the side. He pushed her thong to the side with his fingers while he was massaging her breasts. 'He's slow with me,' she thought to herself, 'Just like I wanted'. He went down on her, sucking just at the right pace, he knew that he was doing a good job when he heard her moan lightly in pleasure. She brought her thighs together but at the same time pressed her hand on top of his head.

He pressed her thighs down so that he could do his job well. Even she never thought that she would react this way. She arched her back as he violently used his tongue. She was dripping when Giovanni got up to kiss her belly. "Are you ready?" he said as he held both her hands on both sides of the bed. He slowly drove his shaft inside her, which caused her to roll her eyes back and produce a moan that he had never heard before even with the women he had been with.

He moved with rhythm, slowly enough to catch all her expressions, he was making her happy, he could see it. Ingrid was trying to understand what was happening to her, he wasn't being rough like Clover had been. He was making love to her.

She curled her toes as she felt a vibrating sensation over her body. Her moans went louder, and she felt the need to release something; She climaxed. At the same time, Giovanni pulled out his shaft, and released all his liquid on her thigh. That experience was heavenly for both of them.

Ingrid lay there, panting. Giovanni got up and checked his watch, "I have to go now, time is up for me," he pulled up his pants and wore his shirt. Before he could make for the door, he pulled that tiny piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Ingrid, "have a wonderful night," he said. He didn't look fully happy, there was a bit of sadness that Ingrid could spot in his eyes. He walked out the door, leaving Ingrid covered by the sheets.

She felt...different, new. Someone actually made love to her, she began to smile so stupidly for having actually enjoyed every moment of it. She wondered if it would ever happen again or if that was just a one-night stand. She unfolded the paper he gave her to see what was on it; Giovanni Soares: +61 412 345 678.

It was finally 3AM and the club was closing. What a long night it had been! Ingrid was finally getting off work. After Giovanni left, she had to spend most of her time doing table dancing in the lap dance booth. What she liked most about all this was the fact that she could do anything she wanted, but the customers weren't allowed to touch her. Through all the time that she did all this, she couldn't forget the moment she spent before it all.

She went to the manager's office, when she got to the door, it was locked. Did Clover go home without her? "Seriously? There are no taxis at this hour, now I have to walk all the way home all by myself? Shit!" Ingrid grabbed her coat and her hat and started heading home as fast as she could.