●3~Clara●

I reached the room. I had an hour to go to my assigned room and I was told a young guy was in. He had paid the most in the club tonight so got the center girl, which was for tonight, me.

I hope he knows Malyshka wasn't here. Our customers had been very regular to the club and they bid the highest to get a lap dance from her.

Why was I doing this? My family hadn't supported my education and I paid my fees through this. I had done many other jobs earlier but two months into this and I had yearly fees. It was conventional.

I rested for a while and reached the room assigned to me. It was the most luxurious room of the club and it was for the highest bid. I felt a little nervous today, I hope that guy doesn't shout about not finding Malyshka today.

I entered the room and the guy sat there on the corner of the table. I checked the knot of my mask and went closer.

He was working on his laptop. What?

I am not getting paid for nothing today, am I?

I went closer to find him sitting in a mask. I couldn't decipher why. Men here didn't worry about their facial recognition. It was a freaking stripper club.

"Hi,"

"Hey, gorgeous," He whispered, husky but firm. I didn't know a voice could do something to me. The sound felt familiar but I couldn't understand how.

"What do you want?" I said massaging his shoulders. People usually tend to relax when their shoulders are loosened. He sighed and pulled my wrist to pull me on his lap. I looked at him as he did that. "Strip."

I did not feel confident for the first time. This voice felt familiar. This voice was making me turn on. But as my job, I pulled the straps of my dress slowly pulling them down till my stomach. My plunging bra gave him a clear look of my cleavage.

Sitting on his lap, I could feel the movement under his pants and I went closer to his neck. Planting a small kiss, I whispered, "How do you feel, honey?"

He spoke nothing and gulped. I kissed his Adam's apple and stood up, pushing my dress away. I was only in my Victoria's secret black bra and panty.

People here came to watch young girls dance and strip for them. They used that as a replacement of porn to give themselves pleasure. His bulge didn't say anything else. He was big.

He got up, coming closer to me. I kept going back, until I reached the bookshelf behind me. His eyes never left mine and I couldn't believe that I hadn't seen the eyes earlier. I might have. The dim lights of the room didn't help either.

He put one of his hands over my head on the shelf and lowered his head. His eyes were in front of me again, his other hand reached my back as he tried unclasping my bra.

"You're required to pay extra for that." I whispered, my hand reaching his. He exhaled softly and found a black amex. Placing that in my hand, he unclasped the bra. "You can ask my life for taking you, Lara, this is just a shot of money."

My eyes widened. How did he know my name? My conscience wasn't wrong. He knows who I am. But how? No one in this fucking damn world knows I work here except for the girls and the lady. And they won't reveal that to anybody.

"Pin is, One Two Zero Three, now let me take you like the good girl you are." I looked into his eyes again. My birth date- how is that-

"Who are you!" I asked, pushing his body softly. His hands were in my hair and they pulled my mask away as I pushed him. I looked into his eyes as he reached under the lamp. The only source of light in the room was the lamp and he looked heavenly.

Jade Green Eyes.

Tristan?

What?

No!

My hands reached his collar as I pulled him closer to me. I reached his mask swiftly and pulled it away.

Tristan Norton.

Tristan The Nerd Norton.

What the actual-

Before I could even absorb the news, his faceformed a satisfactory smile. I saw his smile for the first time.