When Mia walked toward the door, she felt her heart beating so fast that she feared that it would burst. "Why are you nervous, Mia? you have done way more than this before. At least, this one seems to be a private dance," she comforted herself. As she got to the door of the room, she could not fight this little tugging feeling that she felt at the pit of her stomach.
It was as though there was a force field on the other side of the door that kept on pulling her toward it. She carefully knocked on the hard wooden door. It was the VVIP part of the club. The VIP had a curtain, but those with the doors were the most expensive. Mia had never been in this section. She had never had a man pay so much for her. Even Angel, the most sought-after dancer, had only been there about two times.
Until that moment, the area was a myth to Mia. "Come in," a deep voice said from inside. She felt goosebumps began to form on her skin at the aura, his voice commanded without seeing who it was. Mia walked in, letting her fear stay behind at the coridor before she got in, or so she hoped. The room was so dimly lit that it was almost totally dark. The only light source was the small chandelier that hung directly over the pole.
"Dance for me, Malenkaya Milaya," Alexander's deep voice said, echoing in the almost empty large room. With his Russian accent evident when he said the endowment. Mia felt her lower region throb at what he called her. She did not know what it meant, but she felt that it was not a condescending word like what she would often hear from the men at the club. "It had to Russian or Italian," she thought to herself, guessing from the accents that she had picked up over the years.
She quickly realised that she had been standing there for a long time. She turned to the pole, realising that the man did not have intentions of showing his face to her. And all she had was a deep, sultry voice to have her leave a spot on her panties. She began to do her thing, slowly, and after a while she had her full confidence back, mostly from the fact that it felt like she was not dancing for anyone, as she could not see anything else besides herself and the pole.
Alexander, on the other hand, was trying to control himself as he watched her body her sensually. He watched her move with the pole as one, she moved as though the pole itself was a man of her dreams, she teased with her ass as she rubbed it on the pole, she did this up and down motion with her full chest that had Alexander wanting to replace that pole and do naughty things to her nipples that were now firmly poking her scanty bra due to the air-conditioning.
As Mia wondered why the room was so cold, Alexander was glad that he had adjusted the temperature to make the room cool enough to not have his wolf form overcome his Human form and try to mate with her in that moment. Alexander did not know why he was torturing himself by asking her to dance for him. She made things worse for him as she danced in such a way that had his huge member threatening to pop the zipper of his suit pants.
He lost it when she began touching herself in a more erotic manner than she was before. Mia herself could not tell why she was doing that. She had never done that with any other client before. It felt as though her body had a mind of its own with the way she moved. Her hands wandered around her body, from her neck, down to her full breasts, which she lightly squeezed before she continued down to her bare stomach, down to her waistline, which she teasingly hovered over longer than she was supposed to, leaving Alexander impatient for her next move.
When she touched her pussy covered with the white lace panties, Alexander spoke again after what felt like forever. "Come here," he commanded. She did not question or try to challenge his order, her body succumbed to his command. "What is wrong with me? Why am I walking toward this man whom I have not seen his face throughout the entire night?" She asked herself as she walked into the darkness that held Alexander. Mia also noticed that no one had come to take her out claiming that his time was up, so she did not herself.
She looked at wall clock that was hung opposite the pole, the light reflected on the clock well enough to see the time. It had bed over an hour since she had gotten to the room. She stared at the door once more, hoping for someone to dash in and save her from herself. Because it felt like she could noy control her own body anybody. "Your time is up sir" She said, her voice lacking confidence.
She wondered where the confidence she had on the pole few minutes ago went. "Do not make me repeat myself, Milaya," he said, becoming impatient. For a second Mia thought that he had mentioned her name. She figured that he must have paid for more than hour and did not hesitate to move closer, "why was I excited, and even happy?" Mia asked herself as she stood in front of the couch.
With slow and calculated steps, she had managed to locate the couch from his voice. Just then, she heard a click and suddenly, the entire room lit up. Mia quickly closed her eyes instinctively at the sudden brightness. She let her eyes wandered around the room, it was large and barely furnished just as she had guessed. It had just one huge couch placed in the middle of the room, a bed at the corner, and the pole at the other end, placed like a stage.