I actually got to see him up close and personal. It literally took my breath away from how perfectly sculpted he appeared to be. "I-I don't do those."

Stuttering was only a sign of weakness. I could tell that he didn't let it slide either. The way his eyes glazed over with mischief. His hand never let go of my wrist. I wasn't sure what to do in this position. All that I have been taught was the pole dancing. Private dancing was never in my beginners manual.

"Ten grand," he whispered in my ear. I thought about it for a second before finally agreeing. Ten grand was a lot of money. He grabbed ahold of my waist, walking me towards the VIP section.

I should've guessed that he was VIP. No one would offer a stripper ten grand just for a dance if they didn't have money to spend. Based on the way his clothes and shoes seemed to drip in riches, I could tell ten grand was basically nothing to him.

The second we were into the red room, I closed the door behind us. There was no pole just a couch. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. He sat down on the couch, his intense eyes never leaving mine.

I didn't know the first thing about private dancing. The thought of retaliation immediately rammed into my brain as I glanced between the really sexy guy and the door.

He had a smirk on his face as he just watched me. I wasn't even doing anything, just standing there in a pit of my indecisiveness.

"You seem nervous. Come sit," he said, patting the seat right beside him. I looked over at the innocent cushion before walking over to sit down on it. I was so close to him to the point I could smell his cologne.

He took a long sip of the unknown drink in his hand before reaching over and sitting it down. I bit down on my lip as the music began to play in the background. He seemed quite patient. Thinking back to the ten thousand dollars he was willing to spend, I took a deep breath and climbed on top of his lap.

The mystery man seemed shocked by my actions when my body straddled his with my back to his front. I wasn't sure what to do next, but I let my body move against his to the sound of the music. My eyes shut as I actually began to get into it. My throbbing lower region only begged for release as it rocked against him.

It wasn't until his hand wandered to cup my a** that I stopped. Janice had told me all about the man that owned the club. He was really adamant about his women's safety.

"You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," I told him, my back still towards him.

"You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out. His voice was so sexy, it made my thighs clench together. The man grabbed my hips before turning me to face him as his eyes settled on my breasts. Slowly, his eyes wandered back over to my face.

"Anastasia. Who are you?" I asked. The way my heartbeat seemed to exhilarate did not go unnoticed by me. It might've been because as my eyes searched his, I couldn't see anything but emptiness and lust.

"Mr. Romano. Now," he paused, searching my blue orbs for some response. I was sure he could see the fear flood into my eyes as he stated his name. "Open your legs."

My breathing grew, and I didn't know whether to defy him or not. "I'm not a prostitute. I just dance, okay?"

He licked his lips again, a smirk that never faltered was there. Slowly, he lowered me onto the couch. My bareback hit the cushioned seats as my wet pu*sy never broke contact with the middle of his slacks.

"I just want to welcome you, Anastasia," he spoke, his face burying itself into the crook of my neck. My eyes shut at the sensations I was feeling. He was unintentionally grinding into me and everything just felt so right.

"You welcome everyone this way?" I whispered. He chuckled slightly, his lips lightly grazing my neck. They began to wander a little lower.

"Just you," he responded. When his hand gripped the hem of my panties, I wanted to explode from the sensations. Desire was clouding my brain with every movement he was making. I wasn't sure what was so intoxicating about this man, but I knew that I couldn't get enough.

Slowly, he slid them down my legs. They stopped just where my boots began. My breathing was too heavy to even allow thoughts.

I looked down, preparing for him to stop, but when his eyes met mine-I knew I wanted it. With his eyes still on mine, he licks my pu*sy from slit to clit, periodically sucking on my clit. Small electrical pulses reverberate through my body. Oral sex has never felt this good before. I wiggle against his tongue, moaning. Normally I would close my eyes, but I force myself to keep them open so I wouldn't have to break eye-contact. It made things more intimate.

He then shoved his long index finger into my hole, and it really had me screaming out. I unintentionally humped his finger and his tongue.

Finally, I closed my eyes because I couldn't take it anymore. He was diving into me, kissing, suckling, and slurping everything my body had to offer. When his hands moved down to lift my body up to allow him more access, I lost it. He rubbed his tongue against her inner walls as my head tossed back in excitement.

"Oh, sh*t," I moaned out.

He wrapped his lips around my clit, flicking it with his tongue. I shook hard and lost myself in the intense sexual satisfaction he was giving me. He hardened his grip on my thighs and explored deep into my with generous finger strokes.

"Wait, oh f*ck!" I gasped as my hand found his thick hair. My legs wrapped around his head, making sure I kept it in place. With both his finger and his tongue, it didn't take long for me to cum. He didn't pull away, he just gave me one last lick before pulling away.

When I looked up at him, he placed the finger that he had fingered me with inside of his mouth. Everything he did was absolutely sexy. I quickly pulled up my underwear and got up from the couch.

My mind was bouncing off the walls. I didn't know what to do. He was just staring at me without saying any words. I made sure to stand in the corner of the room to make sure I had as far away from him as I could.

"Valentino," he said. My eyebrows came together as I looked at him. He smirked in response before getting up and walking towards me. His hand landed on my hip and then his head buried itself into my neck. I was pressed against the wall with his erection pressing into my stomach.

"I want you to call me by my name. Valentino," he spoke. My eyes shut as he gripped my neck and turned it to the opposite direction of his face. A whimper climbed out of me when he pressed me harder against the wall.

"Fine," I whispered. His lips grazed my jawline and I wanted to melt. The second he let go of my neck, I turned to look at him right in his eyes. There was so much desire swimming around in his eyes that it was terrifying me. When my eyes wandered down to his lips, I quickly looked away. I couldn't believe that he had just eaten me out. With those plump lips. I couldn't believe that the most perfect looking man actually did that to me.

"Until next time, Barbie," he stated. When he let me go, I felt like I could finally breathe. Then, he walked out of the room, leaving me in there all alone. I quickly swallowed the air I had been holding as I tried to organize my thoughts.

He was the man that all the girls spoke of. Valentino didn't seem like the worst person in the world. He appeared more dangerous than scary. I opened the door and exited only to be met with the loud music of the club. I quickly made my way towards the back when I was pulled by someone.

"Where the hell did you go?" Janice asked, her eyebrows pulled together with worry drawn all over her face. I bit down on my lip as I looked around in search for Mr. Romano. He was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if after our little heated session, he had disappeared.

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge me," I tell her. Her eyebrow is still raised as she awaits my answer. I grabbed onto her arm and take her somewhere more private.

"You know Mr. Romano, right?" I asked her. Her entire face dropped as she nodded her head slowly.

"The man I told you to run away from because he lives a very dangerous lifestyle and could have you killed with the snap of his fingers because he's a killer?" She asked in one breath. I smiled brightly before giving her a thumbs up.

"Yes, Janice! That's the one," I said happily. It was my way of trying to cover up how upset she was going to be once I told her what happened.

"Gosh, Anastasia, what did you do?" She asked. My shoulders dropped in defeat. I hated that I let him do what he did, but I didn't hate how pleased he made me feel. It made my body ache for more, but I knew that I couldn't let that happen.

"I didn't know who he was at first. When he asked for a private dance, I was going to let him down. Then, he offered me ten thousand dollars so I said yes," I explained shortly.

"You gave him a dance? That's fine. It is honestly kind of shocking, though, he doesn't normally ask for dances. He checks out the club for a second and then leaves," she told me. I was beyond confused, but I didn't want to show that.

"That's not all. I also might have let him go down on me," I whispered. Her mouth dropped. For a second, I thought she was frozen. Janice wouldn't even blink, and it was starting to scare me.

"I promised Liliana that I would take good care of you. You do realize that you are under Mr. Romano's radar now. What he chooses to do with you is out of my control. He's a lot more dangerous than you think," she proclaimed.

"How dangerous could he be? It's not like he's in a mafia or something," I laughed out. My laugh carried on until I saw that she was not laughing with me. Her face was as hard as stone.

"He is, isn't he?" I questioned. She let out a sigh before nodding her head. My face immediately dropped. All I felt was fear strike itself into my heart as I thought back to what happened.

"So, this club is what? His way of laundering dirty money. Now that I think about it, all of these men are mafia men, aren't they?" I queried.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Janice, what the hell did you get me in to? I didn't sign up to be working as some mafia stripper," I told her. She nodded her head in understanding.

"Look, it isn't as bad or scary as you think. V.V. is in the mafia and he wasn't a bad guy at all, right? It's just Mr. Romano and Mr. Rossi that any of us girls worry about. Everyone else is absolutely harmless," she told me.

Shaking my head, I walked away. I wasn't upset with her, I was upset with myself. I should've listened to Janice when she told me about Mr. Romano. Something about him was just pulling me in and it was impossible to stop it.

She followed right behind me and led me back to the backstage area. I grabbed my phone, my keys, and everything else that I had brought before changing back into my clothes.

When I had finished, I exited the club before opening attempting to open my car door. I tried to pull it open, it would not work. Frustration was burning through my mind as I tried to open the door once again. After some thought, I realized that I never unlocked the door.

"I am an idiot," I told myself before unlocking the door and getting in. The minute I started up the car, I could feel eyes burning into me. So, I looked up in the direction and my eyes caught those familiar sets of green ones. It was no one other than Valentino himself leaning against the wall with a cigar in his mouth.

I licked my bottom lip as I stared at him before starting up my car and driving away from the club. I am going to stay away from him. I promise I will.

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here is the promised update. i hope you all enjoyed this semi-steamy chapter. trust me when i say that it is only going to get better from here. thank you so much for reading. i will see you all next update.

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