Oyin Fakoya

Chapter 1 ❦ You just started working as an anonymous stripper in an all-masked club. It’s perfect— until a celebrity’s interest changes everything. Masks and Mirrors, Night. You twirl on the pole, sliding your body to the bottom as you round up your performance. Suddenly, you catch a pair of eyes staring at you with peculiar interest. MC (normal): (mind) I wonder who that is… You take a slight bow, meeting her eyes before walking off the stage. Then you feel a tap on your shoulder. MC (shocked): Hey, Leo! What’s up? LEO (normal): Hey, one of our VIP guests has just requested a private dance with you. Are you in? MC (shocked): A private dance? LEO (sad): Shit! You’re not comfortable, are you? Should I just tell her you’re not available? MC (normal): (mind) Is he being serious right now? A1 (happy) :Hell no, Leo! Sign me up! A2 (normal) :I wonder who it is. A3 (normal): Umm, I’m not sure about this… A1. Leo’s face lights up. MC (happy): I feel sexier than I’ve ever been right now. Of course, I don’t mind putting on private show for all the VIPs here! LEO (happy): Great! She’s waiting for you in the private lounge. Just take the first turn to your right. MC (happy): Alright, Leo, I’ll be right there. A2 You say your thoughts out loud. LEO (normal): I can’t tell you that. But hurry, she’s waiting for you in the private lounge. MC (normal): I guess I’ll have to find out for myself. A3 LEO (normal): Do I have to remind you it’s your first day working here? You need this job. Don’t you? MC (normal): Please, I do. I just need some minutes to get ready. LEO (normal): That’s alright. She’s waiting in the private lounge. Don’t take forever, and remember, you rock! MC (normal): (mind) I guess I have to impress Leo too now. MC (happy): Okay Leo! I’ll keep that in mind. LEO (happy): Good, here’s a special access card for you. Make me proud! MC (normal): Alright Leo. LEO (happy): See you inside! MC (normal): (mind) Great. Private lounge, Night. You unlock the private lounge’s door and step inside. Immediately, you spot an elegant woman on the couch, her bright blue eyes and glittery silver mask commanding your attention. MC (happy): (mind) She’s… hot. SOPHIE MILLER (happy): Come on in, darling. I’ve been waiting for you. She smiles, and you walk towards her, standing right in front of her with your glistening body just a few inches away from her face. Her gaze roves all over your curves, her eyes lingering on the swell of your breasts peeking out of your tiny bralette. You recognize the look in her eyes. MC (shocked): It was you, right? While I was on stage, you winked… She places a finger on her lips in a way that makes your heart skip a bit, signaling for you to come even closer. SOPHIE MILLER (normal): Shhh. Pretty girls don’t ask questions. MC (normal): Right. I’m sorry, Ms.… MC (normal): (mind) Shit. I forgot to ask Leo what her name is. Suddenly, the door slides open and Leo bursts in, skipping over to the couch. LEO (happy): Hey ladies! Can’t miss this performance for a thing! Leo glances at your boobs, licking his lips in a way that almost irritates you, but you brush it aside. SOPHIE MILLER (angry): Excuse us? LEO (happy): If you don’t mind, Ms. This sweetheart here is our newest dancer, and I’m here to make sure she’s worth your while. MC (angry): (mind) He wants to watch? I almost thought he was one of the good guys. SOPHIE MILLER (angry): I do mind. And you shouldn’t be in here. You’re interrupting. LEO (normal): Ah, come on. Don’t be like that. You know, my girl here doesn’t know who you are behind that mask. If she did, I bet she’d be more than excited to serve you while I watch. SOPHIE MILLER (angry): Oh? And what are you getting at here? Cos I’m sure the sign outside says ‘anonymous’. Leo cackles with laughter. LEO (normal): You’re a celebrity. Nobody cares whether you wish to be anonymous. Just take off your flimsy mask and everyone can tell who you are. SOPHIE MILLER (angry): That’s it. I’m calling the owner and getting you fired. LEO (angry): Whatever, Sophie Miller. You celebrities are stuck up bitches anyway. Your eyes widen as you pick up on the name. Sophie Miller? That’s your celebrity crush, and she’s right in front of you! LEO (happy): Oops! Guess I dropped the bomb. A sinister smile spreads across his face. LEO (normal): Anyway, STRING#0#, meet Sophie Miller. Ms. Miller, meet your private dancer. You both have a nice time. I’m out. You glance at Sophie. Even though you can’t see her face behind her mask, you can tell she’s pissed, and somehow, it makes her look even hotter. MC (shocked): (mind) I can’t believe it. Is that really her? You have to… B1: Seduce her. B2: Gush about Sophie and tell her how much you admire her. B3: Try to play it cool and act like you’re not star-struck. B1 You lock eyes with Sophie, a sly smile spreading across your face as you take a step closer. MC (normal): May I? You whisper in a deliberate husky voice that makes Sophie’s complexion turn red. You drop to your knees, and her eyes flash in surprise as she follows your fluid movement. The scent of her skin is intoxicating, a subtle mix of perfume and desire. You inhale deeply, feeling a moist warmth between your thong as your trail your fingers up her thighs. You’re getting wet. SOPHIE (normal): Hmmm… Sophie moans, and her reaction makes you even more confident and horny. MC (normal): How may I please you? Ms. Miller? I’ve dreamed of this moment forever. Suddenly, she clears her throat, shifting back awkwardly on the couch. B2 SOPHIE (normal): Well… Do you plan to just stand there and stare? MC (happy): Oh my goodness, Sophie. You won’t believe how much I love you! You join her on the couch, leaning in slightly to show her the faded ink on your wrist. MC (happy): Look! I had a temporary tattoo of your name right here. Only got rid of it cos I had to move in with my grandmother. Your smile fades a bit. MC (normal): She’s old school. SOPHIE (happy): Oh… That’s great STRING#0#. It’s always a pleasure to meet a fan, and you seem like a special girl. MC (happy): Thank you for standing up for me, Sophie. And I’m glad you requested a private dance with me. Should we get into it? Sophie blushes, clearing her throat as leans back against the couch. It’s a bit awkward. B3 SOPHIE (normal): Well… Do you plan to just stand there and stare? MC (normal): Uhm. Thank you for standing up for me, Ms. Miller. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person. SOPHIE (normal): I’m guessing this isn’t weird for you? Meeting a celebrity like this… MC (normal): Me? Not at all, I… You’d be surprised how many celebrities come through here. I’m a fan, by the way. SOPHIE (shocked): (mind) All the time? I thought today was her first day… MC (normal): So, Ms. Miller. Did you want a private dance? Sophie blushes, clearing her throat as she looks away from you. SOPHIE (normal): Are you sure you want to do this? MC (normal): (mind) She’s not about to change her mind. Is she? SOPHIE (normal): I mean, just because I requested a private performance doesn’t mean you have to give one. Besides, Leo already ruined the mood. We could just… get to know each other. MC (normal): Oh no! Your voice rises a pitch higher than you planned. This is an opportunity of a lifetime, and you can’t have Sophie change her mind. Not now. MC (normal): I mean, I don’t mind dancing for you at all, Ms. Miller. You can consider this my treat, as a fan. Sophie smiles, her posture relaxing a little. SOPHIE (normal): Please, call me Sophie. MC (happy): Sophie… SOPHIE (normal): That’s much better. I want you to dance for me, STRING#0#. Show me what you’ve got. You smile, adjusting to a more comfortable position as you slide your hand on to Sophie’s laps. MC (normal): Just dance? Sophie breathes, swallowing the lump in her throat as her eyes lock with yours. SOPHIE (normal): What else can we do? MC (normal): Come, Sophie. I’ll show you. You take her hands and pull her up from the couch, her body merely a few inches from yours. You can feel her warm breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine that excite you. C1: Take Sophie’s hands and lead her to a bigger couch for a more sensual experience. $17 C2: Dance sensually, teasing Sophie with your movement. $15 C3: Kiss Sophie Passionately. C1 You scan the lounge, your gaze settling on a plush, oversized couch nestled beside a makeshift stage. MC (normal): (mind) Great. Just what I had in mind. With Sophie’s hand still clasped in yours, you guide her toward the couch, the soft lighting casting a warm glow on her skin. Once you’re well positioned, you push her onto the couch with the tip of your finger. SOPHIE (happy): Hmm. Looks like I’m in for something big. You smile contently as you get into position, straddling Sophie with your hot crotch against her thigh and your glittery breasts in her face. Slowly, you begin to grind your body against hers. You move sensually with the music as you give her a lap dance, and she moans in your ear. SOPHIE (happy): This is hot, STRING#0#. So hot. Her reaction is driving you crazy. You take her hands and put them on your breasts, squeezing softly until your boobs spill out of your bralette completely. Sophie’s eyes fall to your boobs and she bites her bottom lip in excitement. MC (happy): (mind) I can’t believe this is happening. It’s like a dream. SOPHIE (happy): You’re so hot, STRING#0#. I wish I could see your face behind this mask. You can barely focus on Sophie’s words in the heat of the moment. She continues to fondle your breasts with one hand and grabs your waist with the other, squeezing your butt slightly. MC (happy): Sophie… You moan her name. C2 You look around the private lounge, spotting a make shift stage at the corner of the room. MC (normal): (mind) Perfect. Just what I was hoping for. You turn around and walk towards the stage, Sophie following behind you. You can feel her eyes on your body as you position yourself on the stage, allowing the dim lights of the private lounge to hit your curves perfectly. You grab the pole and start to whine to the sultry background music, watch as Sophie’s eyes trace every of your movement. You can feel the wetness growing between your legs as you grind against the pole, every movement making your body throb in excitement. MC (happy): Do you like what you see? SOPHIE (happy): Such beauty… You’re perfect, STRING#0#. You read the words off her lips as she mouths them. Her luscious lips turning you on. She hasn’t been able to take her eyes off you for even a second. MC (happy): I can’t believe this is happening. Touch me, Sophie. Please, let me know this is real. Sophie moves as close to you as she can get, then she plants a kiss in front of your lap, right below your G-string, and you moan. MC (happy): Sophie… She climbs the stage to join you, her body merely a few inches away from yours. SOPHIE (normal) : I’ve never done anything like this before, you know? MC (normal): What part? Standing on a stripper’s stage? SOPHIE (normal): Getting this close with someone without even seeing their face. MC (normal): Really? SOPHIE (normal): Yes. But there’s something about you… I feel drawn to you. C3 You reach forward, brushing Sophie’s hair out of the way gently. Carefully, you hold the side of her face and lean in, your lips taking hers in a soft, sultry kiss. You can feel your heart thumping in your chest. Every nerve in your body tingles with excitement as the sensation courses through your body like liquid fire. The taste of her luscious lips is overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine as your kiss deepens. SOPHIE (happy): Hmmm MC (happy): Hmmm… You moan into each other’s mouths, your kiss growing deeper and deeper. You trail your hands down her body and in between her thighs, the heat from her body driving you crazy. Sophie trails her fingers up your back, the electric signals distracting you from what she’s about to do. Until… Snap! She tugs on the string of your mask, and you feel it coming loose. MC (shocked): (mind) Oh, no! Sophie can’t see my face. I need this job, and I have to stay anonymous to keep it! You abruptly withdraw from her, her hands flying up to hold your mask in place. MC (shocked): I… I’m sorry, Sophie. I have to go. SOPHIE (shocked): What is it? STRING#0#? MC (shocked): I’m sorry! You bolt out of the private lounge and run into the restroom, locking the door behind you.