As much as I wanted to go home and cleanse my skin from all this makeup it was too good of an offer to pass up on. It would be the fastest and best money I ever made. Three songs and I would have enough money to buy groceries for a week. That was more than worth nine minutes of listening to a man tell me what to do and moan a little. Even if he was less than handsome and smelt a little funny.

But when I walked into the room I saw a hoodie, a snapback, and a pair of jeans sitting on a stiff plastic chair instead of the comfortable couch. Green eyes met mine and I watched the way his chest heaved ever so slightly.

"Hey," I purred, taking smooth steps towards him. But I was surprised to see this man here. He had seemed to be the least pleased with my polework, though I had felt quite impressive. After the disdain he expressed I had assumed I would be seeing a middle aged business man with wife problems and too much money. Still, I would be lying if I said having a hot, young guy to work on was infinitely better than the other option.

"Hi," he replied, his voice nervous.

Slow, smooth music began playing when I reached him and I gripped the back of the chair, letting my breasts almost touch his face. I was stunned when his eyes darted away and a deep blush lit his cheeks up. He swallowed hard, and those green eyes drifted towards my face.

"What's your name?" he asked.

I could tell he was struggling to keep his attention on my face. It pleased me when I positioned myself over his lap and his eyes dipped down to look at my smooth legs. But, he snapped his attention back to my face in record time.

"Chastity," I breathed in his ear.

"No, what's your real name," he grunted when I brushed against his lap.

"Why don't you tell me your name?" I asked, my voice silky soft and low. I had never had a man be this resistant to my dancing. I couldn't understand why he had paid so much for this dance if he was clearly using all of his strength to fight it.

Then, his response stunned me more.

"Do you not know who I am?" he rasped out.

Did I go to school with him? No, it seemed impossible. Besides, he wouldn't recognize me like this, with all my makeup on. Even if he saw me every day he wouldn't know that Chastity and Keiko were the same person. Sometimes I had a hard time fathoming it.

"I'd remember a handsome face like yours," I whispered as I turned around. And it was true. He was one of the most attractive men I had ever seen. Since my breasts and face only seemed to make him uncomfortable I decided to press my ass down onto his lap. The small hiss of breath he released told me that I had struck gold. And hearing that I had done well made me shiver with satisfaction. It was something that had never happened before, but I just assumed it was because he was difficult to conquer.

"My name is Ajax," he managed.

Ajax. It was only four letters but it made me feel like I was losing my breath. I guess I really had been dancing for old men for too long if this was all it took to undo me.

"Oh, second only to Achilles in strength and bravery." I set my hands on his knee and used it for balance as I rubbed myself back and forth on one of his thighs. I needed to get it together or he was going to ask for his money back.

Ajax fit him surprisingly well, though. I could tell that he was tall, even when he was sitting. The thigh that I was touching was thick and muscular, matching the shoulders I had also touched. His eyes sparkled with intelligence, but there was a power to him that I could only describe as natural. He didn't seem brutish or mean, just confident and maybe a little entitled.

"You have to know who I am," Ajax pressed, like he was still in disbelief.

"I told you: I wouldn't forget a face like yours if we had met before."

"We haven't met, but you should still know who I am."

That was too much arrogance for me. And way too much talking. I was getting paid to dance, nothing more. So I pressed my hips backwards, feeling his erection against my thigh. He swore under his breath. He could pretend like he was a big, important man, but I was in control here. Just the slightest movement from me had him withering. In fact, he was too responsive to me. I had never moved so little and had a man respond so much. Clearly, this was his first lap dance.

"Jesus Christ, you need to stop," he begged. "Can you please just tell me your name?"

"You paid me for a dance, honey. Why would you want me to stop if this is what you asked for?"

"I paid all that money to get you off the stage," he answered as the third and final song came on, "I couldn't stand having all those men look at you. Not when you're mine."

My eyebrows shot up at that and I was thankful I was turned away from him. My body was doing what it was supposed to, but my face was giving away how I really felt. And I didn't appreciate a random man being so possessive of me. I moved slowly, keeping all of my motions sensual as I faced him again. My hands rested on his heaving chest and he bit his lower lip when I leaned in. I pressed myself down on him, letting him feel the heat of my core through my bottoms and through his jeans. At the contact his eyes rolled back.

There was one easy way of showing men like this that they didn't hold the cards.

I brought my lips close to his ear. I knew every breath was setting his skin on fire. And I started to rock back and forth.

"Oh fuck," he muttered.

I quickened my pace gradually, squeezing his shoulders occasionally and letting out a breathy moan every now and then. For me this was routine. But for him this was now a struggle of wills.

"Please stop," Ajax whispered softly. But it was so quiet that I pretended not to hear it.

I just pushed faster. I let more of my weight rest on him, applying more pressure onto his straining cock. My moans got louder. I watched the way his hands gripped the edge of the chair, using all of his self-control to keep from touching me.

"Please, you're too much," he panted in my ear, "I don't think you understand what you're doing to me."

But I did. I tipped my head back now, pretended to shut my eyes in bliss, and gave him a beautiful view of that glittering bra and my small breasts within it. And just to push him over the edge I whispered, "Oh, Ajax."

His body tensed right then. I heard the way his breathing suddenly changed. What he had been trying hard to repress to over. I could feel the way his body shifted and tightened with each pulse. Eventually, his breathing slowed into a heavy, even gasp.

"Time's up," I murmured, slipped off of him.

He didn't seem capable of a response. He just watched me as I sauntered backwards and turned away from him. I was almost out of the room when he found his voice.

"Can you just tell me your name, please?" he pleaded.

I rolled my eyes. This guy didn't quit.

"Keiko."