Kara was trembling... She felt anxious. She had a bad feeling and it was very scary...
She fiddled nervously with her phone, wondering if it wouldn't be wiser to ask Dante to postpone the dance until the following day...
"This is absurd, Kara, pull yourself together... "she scolded herself inwardly.
She started walking again and when she saw a door with the number *186* on it, she realised that the lift had probably dropped her off on the wrong floor. She sighed and started walking, counting the rooms until she came to room *198*. Her client's room was on the top floor. She got to the lift and was about to take it, but turned back and took the stairs. She didn't want to see him again...
...
She soon reached room *202*... Her heart raced, especially when she noticed that the door was ajar. She swallowed and the face of the man in the lift came back into her mind... She looked at the time on her phone screen and finally pushed open the door, telling herself that fear and anxiety are not feelings that the customer would like to see on his face and that they are simply relics of what she had just experienced in the lift...
It was a suite... A very big, beautiful suite... Kara couldn't help her mouth from watering. It was surely a suite she couldn't afford even if she spent her life saving.
- Good evening...
Kara gasped and turned towards the woman who seemed to come out of nowhere as she didn't hear the door open.
- I suppose you're the stripper my boss called in. she said, looking at her from head to toe with a touch of disdain.
Used to this kind of reaction, Kara simply nodded towards the almost skinny redhead standing in front of her...
- Well, I'm his assistant. He'll be here shortly. Everything will take place here in the lounge and you can leave your things in this room....
She pointed to a white door. Kara shook her head positively, a sign that she had understood.
- Have you chosen the titles for your strip?
- Yes, I have.
- Give them to me.
Kara showed the assistant the titles and she nodded before finishing...
- Well, I'll leave you to it then.
When the door closed behind the assistant, Kara moved a little closer to the living room. It was small enough for perfect privacy...
She spotted a dance pole in the middle of the room. It was really perfect... She was going to have so much fun. She approached the pole and took off her dressing gown before doing a *Pike*, a fairly easy trick to test the solidity of the bar. She then tried a *Basic spin* before stepping off the bar...
She collected her things and went into the room the assistant had shown her. As she checked her make-up, she couldn't decide whether her client was old or young...
Most of her clients were old, posh and disgusting... And from the looks of this customer's suite, he certainly didn't stand out from the crowd. Let's just hope that, like her last customer, he doesn't jerk off while she's dancing... It's embarrassing to have to show them that you like what he's doing when deep down you're disgusted by it. They've got a tiny penis too... Kara laughed just thinking about it, but she was soon interrupted by noises coming from the other side of the door...
It was probably her client...
Kara swallowed. It was stressful really... She had talent, that's why Dante had sent her here but... she had stage fright every time she got ready to dance in front of someone, she was afraid of making a false step, but she was also afraid of running into someone who recognised her...
She closed her eyes and tried to calm the frantic beating of her heart before taking a deep breath. She put in blue contact lenses to hide her beautiful green eyes and as she closed her mobile, the door opened suddenly...
- Are you ready?
Kara turned with a start towards the person who had just entered without authorisation...
It was the assistant.
She should at least have knocked...
- You should have knocked, did you know that?
- You're ready then... Your client is here. The titles are already laid out. Come out after me and he'll activate the music once you're on the platform.
- OK, good. OK, then.
Kara couldn't help but rant before leaving the room. The living room was bright, let's say... The white lights had been replaced by coloured lights. Like those in discos and clubs. She felt herself being watched, so she turned her head and saw her client...
He was wearing a hat and he wasn't as fat as she thought. However, the young woman couldn't help but shudder as she looked at him.
His presence in the room was imposing... and it wasn't because he was the client not far away. It was probably because he gave off a... dangerous aura. She swallowed in spite of herself and climbed onto the platform...
She put her hand on the bar and closed her eyes, waiting for the man to activate the music... Was she ready? No... She wasn't. The cracking sound she suddenly felt was not her usual one...
She suddenly felt like covering herself up. She had already danced more than a hundred times in a state of undress. Tonight, however, she had the impression that she was completely naked... Tonight it was embarrassing. She didn't even want to try and guess how this stranger was looking at her. It was surely invasive and penetrating... She should think about stopping in the near future...
...
The music started and Kara took a deep breath...
*I see red*
It wasn't the one she wanted to start with but... It was the client's choice...
Here we go, Kara. You can do it...
She raised her free hand and, as at the beginning of her performances, she untied her hair, let's say her wig, sensuously, letting the curls run down her back... Then she turned her head to one side and smiled as her fingers traced the perfect shape of her curves on her skin.
She did a half-turn of the bar and stopped in front of him just in front of the bar to start caressing herself. The head movements, the swaying, the seduction tactics, the eye contact, nothing was left to chance...
He remained motionless and...even though the young woman couldn't see his face, she had the impression she was facing a robot or an artificial intelligence... Was he an artificial intelligence...
**Your blood should run cold...so cold... **
The music continued in the silenced room. Kara continued to move to the music. She used the bar and began a series of spin variations...
It wasn't long before she felt the music moving through her insides and soon the man became invisible to her. She continued with figures, some more difficult than others...
**I see red...red, oh red...
A gun to your head, head, to your head...**
The music was lively and Kara let herself go... She performed a series of beginner and intermediate figures, trying to maintain a visual connection with her client... He didn't even flinch. Kara wondered if he was even breathing. In any case, it didn't matter to her. She felt such a vibration between herself and that platform... It was... sensually exciting. And it was the first time she'd ever felt...so good and relaxed, as if she wanted to become one with that bar. As if...she had to dance to infinity.
She smiled, twirled, caressed herself as if her life depended on it and soon the music would end so... She did a *chopper + outside leg +flatline* before slowly coming down from the bar...
She took advantage of the final guitar solo in the song to caress herself one last time, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath...
Only on a platform did she feel so free...
The music stopped and Kara stopped dancing...
There was a brief silence before the light suddenly came on...
"You're beautiful..."
The voice that had just spoken made the young woman's blood run cold. She suddenly opened her eyes and...
saw him...
Her heart raced and her breathing became jerky... She staggered and had to hold on to the bar to keep from falling.
"I'm sure I'm not the first to tell you this, but... I just wanted to say it. You move beautifully, *Barbie Stripper*, don't you?"
How did he know her...stage name? The young woman swallowed, horrified, struggling to believe what she was seeing. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her see-through top.
"I paid... I paid...for a stripper. I want to see you dance while you...undress. You're making me jealous of that pole. I'm yours... I'm yours and you drive me crazy. Why won't you let me be your...bar? "
The young woman didn't understand a thing. She was so dazed that she even wondered if what she was hearing was true. The words were so scathing...
"This outfit suits you but I want to discover the mysteries that are hidden underneath... I want to see you naked... "
It was him...
The stranger in the lift...
It was really him...
His words, as delicious as they were, hit her like a bomb. It was bad enough that she couldn't even stomach the fact that her client was... him, now he was asking her to dance naked... That wasn't her job. She was an erotic dancer, not a stripper...
No, she couldn't do it...
"I think it's time to get down to business..."
Her tone was gentle and yet her gaze hadn't changed. She opened her mouth to refuse but his gaze stopped her. She had little choice...
She was certainly afraid of him, but he was her client.
And... you couldn't refuse a client...