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  Masked Feelings

  Lechna Baram

  ISBN: 978-1-68030-964-5

  ©Lechna Baram2018

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 1

  To my parents, thank you for the constant support and for uplifting me whenever I was close to giving up. Thank you for believing me and for the love and care.

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  Chapter 1

  The Mysterious Vixen

  Sweet Delice Club

  I stared at the club's sign and rolled my eyes. I still can't believe that I work here. I held my sports bag closer to me and sighed. I hated my job but I had no choice. I was helpless. Extremely helpless. I needed money right now. And with this job, I make a lot of money in one night.

  Yes. I am a stripper.

  I walked in the club and saw a lot of men. A lot would be an understatement. This club was really classy and posh. Yes, I know you're probably asking yourself how a strip club could be classy and posh. This one is. Not everyone could gain entry to the Sweet Delice Club. Only men with money could enter, and this job really got me a lot of money.

  I snuck in the backstage, trying to avoid people since I didn't have my mask on. Normally, the girls were not supposed to dance with masks but I begged the boss to let me wear a mask as I didn't want anyone to recognize me. He conceded without any fuss because I was a pretty good addition to the club.

  “Athena Amington!” Rose scolded as I walked in the dressing room to see her dressed in her skirt and bra. I gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged.

  “I know! I know! I'm late!” I put my hands up in surrender, causing her to huff. I put my sports bag on the table and took a deep breath.

  “Come on, get ready,” she said as she opened my bag and took out my shorts and a black bra. “You're lucky you don't have to show your boobs or your ass,” she grumbled.

  “Yeah, but I have to dance on horny men and trust me with these shorts, I can feel each and every boner those men get.” I shivered in disgust. All the other strippers were supposed to dance on stage and obviously, they end up taking their clothes off. However, the boss told me to put on those really small shorts and a bra. I was supposed to dance on the stage as well but during my show, I was supposed to go to men and give them lap dances. I think that's why he told me to keep my clothes on. I shuddered when I thought of those hands on me. I always wanted to puke but again, there were securities all around. Men didn't have the right to touch us, and I was glad it was this way.

  “I hate this job,” Rose mumbled.

  “Same,” I whispered as I started getting out of my clothes and put on my shorts which showed half of my ass. Then I put on my silvery bra. I stared at myself in the mirror and sighed. I let my long black hair hang in loose waves.

  “Here,” Rose said as she pushed my makeup kit and mask in front of me. I did smoky eyes, making my green eyes pop. I then stared at my mask. It was silvery and had some black designs on it. Yeah, it matched my 'clothes.' I put it on and tied it securely so it wouldn't fall. I put on my sexy black stilettos. I looked like a slut. A sexy slut. But I'm a stripper, right? It's part of my job.

  “I don't wanna go out there,” I told Rose as she applied her red blood lipstick before handing it to me. I turned to face the mirror and put on lipstick before returning it to her.

  “Think of the money you'll get.” She tried to encourage. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

  Think positive.

  “I'll rock tonight.” I tried to squeal positively but they could see my fake smile a mile away. Rose laughed at my horrible effort to cheer up.

  “You look sexy. Goddamn sexy.” I heard a
voice say from behind. I turned to see Jerry, our boss; he's pretty cool. His eyes raked my long tan legs before settling on my face. I grinned at him, earning a response.

  “Thank you,” Rose and I said at the same time as he approached with a tube of oil in his hand. He handed it to Rose and winked at her.

  “This is for you. Make your body all shiny, honey,” he said and Rose rolled her eyes. The other strippers had to put oil on their bodies to make them look more attractive and sexy. I didn't have to, because I danced on clients and we didn't want to ruin their clothes. Rose waved at me and walked out of the room to apply oil on her body without Jerry ogling her.

  “You're ready?” Jerry asked, turning his attention to me. I shrugged and ruffled my hair to make it look messier.

  “I feel cheap when I do that,” I told him truthfully. Jerry pretty amazing; he knew how to boost up your confidence in a matter of seconds. He gave me a reassuring smile and patted my head like a dog, getting a glare from me. I hate when he did that.

  “You shouldn't,” he said as he jumped on the counter and stared at me. “You don't look vulgar.” He pointed to my clothes. I scoffed and motioned to my ass, at which he rolled his eyes. “People wear less at the beach,” he said with confidence.

  “We're not at the beach,”

  “Listen, you wear a mask,” Jerry said as he stared at me. “No one knows who you are. You're popular because of that. I'm pretty sure nearly all the men there are here because they want to know who The Mysterious Vixen is,” he said, pointing to my mask. “I don't see why you feel cheap when you see all the other girls naked while you are not.” He ended with raised eyebrows.

  “You're right.” I concluded as I pulled him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a smile.

  “I'm always right, sweetheart,” he said with a smirk.

  “You wish.”

  I have always considered Jerry family. He always gave me good advice, and he said my place wasn't in this club and that I should be studying in college because I was smart. Yeah. In fact, I am studying psychology in college. Hearing that brought a smile to his face. Jerry was in his late thirties while I was just a nineteen-year-old girl who badly needed a job. He gave me the job because he knew I needed it.

  “I'm done,” Rose said, fixing her bra as she walked into the room. Jerry was definitely checking her out. A smile crept on my face when I saw Rose blushing when she noticed how he was staring at her.

  “Ready?” Jerry asked as he jumped off the counter. Rose nodded and sat on a chair.

  “Shouldn't Athena go first?” she asked and Jerry nodded.

  “Rose, don't use my real name. It's Vixen,” I mumbled looking around. Only Jerry and Rose knew my real name. The others only knew me by the name 'Vixen.'

  “Sorry!” She quickly apologized. I gave her a smile while fixing my shorts. It was so tight that I could feel my blood having problems circulating. Now, just imagine the torture I have to go through dancing in these.

  “Rose, it will be you just after Athena,” Jerry told her. I smacked his arm and glared at him.

  “Stop. Using. My. Name.” I emphasized each word. He rolled his eyes and nodded.

  “There's no one around.”

  “Not willing to take the risk.”

  “Let's go.”

  “Good luck,” Rose called out.

  “I'll really need it,” I shouted back as I followed Jerry out of the room. A few strippers walked past me and gave me a nod. They never saw my face, just my mask. They didn't seem to want to know me either. As we walked to the stage, I noticed one of the girls giving me a death glare. That was Stacy. Let's just say that she is not a big fan of Vixen. Apparently, I was stealing some of her clients.

  “It will be your turn in a minute or two,” Jerry said as he peeked on the stage to see whether the girl before me was nearly over. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I had to work here three times a week and let me tell you that after three months of working here, I'm still not used to this atmosphere. I was pretty sure I was going to see the same faces in there. They always come on the day I was going to perform.

  “You should be happy you're not completely naked,” I muttered to myself, trying to calm my nerves. Jerry stared at me in amusement. He loved to watch me fidget like this.

  “Calm down,” Jerry said as he shook his head in disbelief. “You've done this a lot of times and you're always nervous before stepping in front of these people.” “It's quite normal to be nervous of being naked in front of horny men,” I remarked, glaring at my stilettos. Why was I doing this again?

  Oh yeah, money.

  “It's your turn, honey,” Jerry told me. “There's a lot of new faces,” he said as he stopped looking at the people.

  “Way to make me more nervous, asshole,” I snapped, making him chuckle.

  “You're always nervous and you'll still rock your performance as always. So just calm down and go shake your ass over there and bring me cash,” he said motioning to the stage.

  “You're really an asshole,” I told him before taking my place on the first step of the stairs which led to the stage.

  “Good luck,” Jerry whispered as my song started playing. I chose “The Hills” by The Weekend as I felt really comfortable with it. I knew how to move my body to its beat.

  “Next, we have The Mysterious Vixen!” I heard Jerry announce with pride. I put on a smirk on my face and stepped on stage with my head down and my hair covering my face a bit.

  Time to unleash Vixen.

  Following the beat of the song, I stepped towards the pole at the center of the stage. I couldn't show that I was nervous right now. I kept my sexy smirk plastered and as soon as The Weekend's song went on, I raised my head and made eye contact with some of the men present. I have to admit that some of them were a really fine sight to behold. Those lustful stares I was getting were slightly pushing me to do my job better. Once the music actually started, I wrapped one leg around the pole and twirled around it, slowing down my moves, making it sensual. Sexual.

  “Damn.” I heard someone sigh just in front of me. I pulled away from the pole and got on all fours. I crept my way to the man sitting in the front row. I gave him a little grin when I saw his gaze raking over my legs to my ass. He had baby blue eyes and blond hair. He seemed to be Barbie's Ken. Well, sorry Barbie, I'm about to give your man a lap dance. I slowly got off stage and made my way to him. I smirked when I saw him gulp.

  “Hello,” I whispered seductively as I started moving my body to the song again. I dropped down and opened his legs. Standing up, I took my place between his legs, giving him a show he was never going to forget. As I sat on his lap, I could feel his dick growing from under me. I tried not to shudder in disgust. Soon, fortunately, my song ended and I leaned to whisper a lie in the man's ear. “I hope to see you again.” That's shit that all strippers had to tell the men they were giving lap dances to so they would come around again.

  All lights turned off and I made my way back backstage amidst the applause. Two security guys accompanied me to the dressing room to protect me from creeps who would sometimes follow us backstage. Yeah. There were real weirdos and creepers out there.

  “That was perfect!” Jerry shouted in excitement. I smiled and nodded. “Let's get to your dressing room, then we'll talk,” he said, looking at the two guys behind me. He motioned for them to go as we made our way to the dressing room. I saw Rose get up from her chair and give me a big smile.

  “I got a boner just by watching you,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.

  “If you have a dick, you're fired,” Jerry joked while I rolled my eyes. Yes, that was something I tended to do a lot. “Now go. It's your turn,” he said, pushing Rose out of the room. Rose glared at him but still left for her performance.

  “I’m tired,” I said as I leaned my head against the wall.

  “Then go home,” Jerry said as he handed me some cash, $500. Now you understand why I work here.

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��I'll wait for Rose, so we can leave together,” I told him. He nodded and clapped his hands in one firm way before wiggling his eyebrows.

  “I'm going to watch Rose perform,” he told me with a grin.

  “Ask her out already.” I teased. He gave me a smirk and wink.

  “Maybe I will,” he said as I sat down and turned my attention to the television in front of me. The television showed the stage. This way we could see the performance of the other strippers. I could hear Rose's song and soon, she stepped on stage playing with her hair. She definitely knew what she was doing. Every time she'd perform, I'd watch her in awe.

  After a few minutes, Rose ended her performance and walked back into the dressing room with Jerry following behind her. Didn't Jerry have other strippers to take care of? “I need your help,” Jerry said. I didn't pay attention, thinking that he was probably talking to Rose but then, when I realized that Rose didn't answer, I turned to see both of them staring at me.

  “What's wrong?” I asked when I saw Rose staring at me with a wide smile while Jerry rushed and dropped down on his knees in front of me. “What the hell?” I asked as I backed away.

  “You won't believe what just happened!” Rose exclaimed as she walked to us and pulled Jerry up by his ears. They'd look cute together.

  “What happened?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, looking at Jerry.

  “I just got an offer,” he said, rubbing his ears.

  “And?” asked

  “A private lap dance,” he said with a sheepish smile.

  “No,” I replied instantly. I've never done private lap dances before, and I'm not planning on doing it either. Rose huffed and stared at me with wide eyes.

  “The man is giving $50,000!” she exclaimed, making my eyes go wide as I tried not to choke on my saliva. What on earth?

  “Why?!” I asked in disbelief.

  “I don't know! But that's a lot of money,” Rose said. “He said that he wanted Vixen! Otherwise, I'd definitely dance for that man,” she said as she sat down. “Accept, Athena.” That was a lot of money. It was just a dance after all.