I had no idea what I had just gotten myself into. Here I was, with my new friend Kate, together at a multibillionaire’s house. Michael was rich, handsome, and much older. My face must have been about 20 shades of red. “You’re blushing, Viv? That’s too adorable,” Michael said as he laughed. He walked up to Kate and whispered in her ear as he handed her a small gift bag. She smiled at me as she gathered her things and left.
It turns out that Michael knew about my job at the strip club, and wanted me to give him a private dance. Michael sat there on his barstool, sipping on scotch, just watching me dance. He never tried to get any closer, he just watched this time.
After I finished giving him the best lap dance of his life—after all, I had to leave him wanting more—I picked up my clothes and he pulled me in for a kiss. It was gentle, but the man clearly knew how to get a woman turned on. I kissed him back passionately, smiled, and told him that I couldn’t wait to see him again, adding that it would be worth the wait. I was already falling for this man.
I excused myself to the bathroom to get dressed and when I returned to the bar, Michael was gone. There was a small gift bag on the barstool with a box inside and an envelope laying next to it with my name handwritten on it. Inside of my bag was a check for $3,000, a set of diamond earrings, and instructions to answer his call anytime, day or night.
I let myself out of his house and Kate was waiting outside for me. “You are at his beck and call now, unless you choose not to answer. Let’s go home. It’s been a long day,” Kate said smiling, holding up her gift bag.
At 9 o’clock the next morning, Kate called me. “Vivian, wake up! Let’s go to the bank early.” I had only spent a maximum of two hours at Michael’s house the night before, but I was exhausted for some reason. “C’mon little dove, get in the shower and I’ll pick you up in an hour,” chimed Kate.
“OK,” I responded; I was still half asleep.
True to her word, Kate was right on time with coffee in hand and a bounce in her step. “Good morning, sunshine! Get in and let’s go. Make sure you’ve got your check from Michael and your cash from the shoot,” she instructed.
“Why do we need to get there so early?” I asked, sipping my coffee and covering my eyes from the bright outdoor light. I was about to learn of a whole new side to Michael and how he liked to take care of “business”…