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I was in my late eighteenth year when I first started stripping. I happened to ask around that you could make a lot of money in one night. My mother was heavily addicted to crystal meth and cocaine. All the money just went into their drugs. For about a year, their consumption has increased significantly. So I had felt compelled to raise money myself.

She kept neglecting the bills we had to live off until she stopped paying. In addition, we hardly had anything to eat, which is why I often had to go to school hungry and in old clothes. We didn't even have hot water.

After my eighteenth birthday, I dropped out of school and looked for numerous jobs. Without success. Either they were looking for someone who had work experience or they paid so badly that we could never live on.

So I decided to halfway sell and showcase my body.

I was lucky that you didn't have to sleep with the men while stripping. It was only to show more skin and to entertain the men. There was no touching or other unpleasant things.

While I wasn't untouched, I didn't want to sleep with all the men that could partly be my father.

I've been working here for a year now and I've enjoyed dancing. In the beginning it was very difficult to find the support and the same weight on the bar, but I had practiced a lot and finally got it right. That's how I had won many customers who often booked a private show in the VIP room.

Eventually I had enough money to pay for rent, water, electricity, and food.

My mother, on the other hand, didn't notice anything because she was intoxicated every day. She's also been having visits from her husbands lately, who probably swapped sex for the stuff. There was no other way I could explain how she got hold of the stuff.

The rest of the money went into the new lingerie, wigs, jewelry and Pleaser high heels. From time to time I also bought private clothes. This was rather a rarity.

Today I was booked again for the VIP room. For weeks it was mostly one and the same man. A slightly older one, probably in his mid-thirties. Still, he was quite handsome and masculine. It's true that I've never taken a liking to men more than ten years older than me. But there was something about him that I quite liked.

He didn't talk much, mostly just watched me dance. And for that he often left me a lot of tips.

For the show, I dressed in a red lace set and a blonde wig. My natural hair color shimmered into a dark chocolate brown. I had decided to color them because I liked changes. The wigs were perfect for that, I always felt like I was someone else. Here at the club I also had a different stage name: Angel.

"He's already in the room waiting for you," said a security man.

They were often here for the safety of the girls in case something might go wrong.

I smiled at him and disappeared behind the door.

He was sitting on the sofa in his black suit, perfect and handsome as always.

"You're here," he noted.

"It's my job," I replied calmly as I walked to the pole.

I took off my silk coat and dropped it on the floor. The man gasped when he saw me in the red lingerie. I smiled to myself as I kinda liked the effect I was having on him.

"How are you today, Angel?"

The customers only knew my stage name for security reasons. I, on the other hand, didn't know his at all and had never asked about it. At least it was business.

"Very good. And how are you today? How was work?” I asked him.

I knew he was a businessman because he once told me.

Every now and then he just wanted to talk to me and still paid me for the full hours.

'I'm fine now. It was exhausting, as always.” , he answered curtly.

During the time we talked to each other, I did my spins, climbs, inverts and floorwork. He watched me spellbound and licked his lips from time to time.

"Dance on me." , he suddenly said before I followed his command and placed myself on top of him.

I had the time to take a closer look at him. He had dark hair, like mine, and wore it slicked back. They were cropped at the sides. He had an intense eye color that resembled an emerald diamond. He wore a well-groomed beard on his face. It was beautiful and had hardly any wrinkles.

"Do you like what you see here?" he whispered to me.

He noticed my stare, so I looked away, embarrassed.

"Come on. Not so shy."

His hand found my chin and pushed my face back towards him.

I had long since stopped moving on him and sat astride him.

"You're beautiful Angel, you know that?" he continued to talk.

I just shrugged as I had never received a compliment before. Also, I didn't know exactly how to deal with it.

I felt the spark between us, or just imagined it. I was so captivated by his eyes and couldn't see anything else.

Suddenly there was a knock before the male voice of the security man got through.

"Time's up," he called through the door.

I was immediately torn out of my trace and blinked a few times. The man also seemed to have been somewhere completely different.

'I'll see you next time, Angel. I hope you look forward to seeing you again.” he said.