Masked Mistress

I hear people shouting for me from behind the blood red drawn curtain. They want me but can never have me. I slip on my masquerade and enter the room filled with screaming men. They all come to see me, I am the highest paid and most requested woman in this place. I walk over to the centre of the stage, swaying my hips to the delicate beat of the music. Sultry. Their eyes gawk at my curvaceous and toned body as the gentle material of my naughty outfit caresses me.

They're all screaming for me to take it off, but they know better. It's better to tease than to give them satisfaction. I grab onto the pole and begin my routine. Slipping my straps down slowly but seductively I can already hear them relieving themselves in their pants. One tries to grab me - Obviously new to this game and instantly gets dragged off by Carl (My best friend and bouncer). The overwhelming roar from the desperate men becomes louder as I finally take off my bra. Disappointment soon follows when it is revealed that I have lace underneath. I dance alongside the pole and they all scream "Masked Mistress!" Satisfaction comes from knowing that they all want me but can never have me. I turn away as my routine is about to end, my brown hair tickles my backside with each step. I met a pair of eyes so familiar to me it made my stomach turn. I couldn't comprehend why he was here, of all places. I walked over to him whilst keeping my composure. I stepped onto the varnished floor and straddled him, moving my hips slowly over his trousers and against his overly excited member. I stood up and walked behind the stage but not before glancing back to see his very excited face and the face of some many jealous men.

I don't usually do that unless it's paid for, but I needed to see if he knew it was me- he was my hot teacher after all.

Seeing his reaction confirms that the black laced mask covering my eyes worked. He had no idea who I was.

"Lousie, that was great but don't ever straddle a man who hasn't paid for it again" Joe emphasises. Joe is my boss. He is a sexy man but I know I will never get a chance as he's as gay as they come. It is also the reason why I like him so much, I just know he's not staring at me or checking me out all the time like some men who work here do.

I had to come up with an excuse as to why I did that, I couldn't tell Joe that I knew the man I straddled because he would ask him to leave.

"I only straddled him because he looked wealthy and would ask for me" I said convincingly. It seemed to work, he knew I was expensive.

"Lousie, that man is asking for you and he's paid for you" Carl shouted form the other side of the room. Joe looked impressed at my initiative.

Excitement took over, I don't understand why, many people would be grossed out by this, but I am very excited. I grabbed a new outfit perfect for what I'm going to do to him and my mask. My mask gives me confidence. I quickly got changed into my lace body suit and automatically attached the stockings, added a pair of black high heels and a sheer black kimono.

I started to walk over when realisation hit me, he's going to know who I am with this voice. I have a very distinctive voice, Posh Scottish if that makes sense ?I quickly thought of what accent to do. I chose a sophisticated English accent, I wanted to sound sexy and posh.

"He's in here Lou" Carl pointed to the red room. Expensive. Also filled with secret cameras for my protection. This is the dangerous part of the job, after a girl was beaten and raped a few years back they upped the security and bought a ton of secret cameras but I still get nervous in these rooms. There is a panic button so Carl can save me, but that's only a last resort.

I slowly turn the handle and see a man sitting on the red suede sofa with his muscular arms resting on the back. His legs are parted slightly and his eyes are a seductive green that pierces into my very soul. He looks me up and down like a piece of meat. He's never looked at me like that before - "That's because he doesn't know you in here" I thought to myself. Why do I care how he looks at me anyways? Is it because he usually looks caring towards me in our lessons?

I pushed the thoughts away, I had to do my job. I walked towards him, slightly smiling whilst swaying my hips, I circled him and whispered into his ear with my now new accent.

"So what can I do for you Mr...?"

"Mr. Smith, you can call me Mr. Smith."