Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 1

HAYDEN

My friends had the bright idea of taking me to a strip club for my twenty-fifth birthday. We could've done anything for my birthday. Gone to the Islands, or something as simple as a yacht party. Not that I've never been to a strip club or had an issue with watching beautiful women drop to the floor, pushing their asses in my face. I liked it. I'd rather it be my woman pushing her ass in my face.

Hayden Eric Gaster's the name. I was heir to billions. I never needed to obtain a college degree. However, I chose to. I wanted to graduate with my Bachelor's degree. I worked under my father since I was thirteen. I knew everything there was to know about stocks, bonds, and mutual funds. Passing the Series seven and Series three exam was easy at the age of eighteen. I gained my first handful of clients while I was away at Yale.

"We're here," yelled Bryce.

Me and five of my closest friends climbed out of the stretch Cadillac Escalade limousine.

The guard searched each of us before entering the club. Bryce paid the bouncer. We proceeded into the club. I've never been to a strip club in the city. Bryce said this was the best strip club in the country. Make it Rain was known for rolling out the red carpet to the celebrities when they were in town. We sat in a roped-off section in front of the stage.

Bryce slapped me on my shoulder. "Man, the women here are nice G!"

Bryce calls me G, short for my last name.

Bryce is my cousin who loves tricking off his money. So, if he says they have the best women here, then I believe him.

The strobe lights danced across the stage. A dancer in a pink paw print bikini took the stage. She stood on stage; head held low. The music began, and she took the pole by storm. Upside down, she shook her ass, making her pussy pop and her ass clap. Her bronze complected ass held my attention. Men threw dollars at her feet. She dropped to the floor in a splits position, then hopped up. After collecting the money off the stage, she slipped out of her costume. Her golden blonde tresses swayed over her shoulders and cascaded down her back. She sat her money and clothes beneath the stage. Her slender honey brown frame strolled up the stairs, past all the men waving their stacks toward her. Our eyes locked, as if they were glued together.

"Yeah, step on over," Bryce yelled.

"This is the birthday boy right here." He pointed.

Suddenly, I had tunnel vision. I only saw her beautiful face and gorgeous body.

I stared into her gray eyes. I was in a trance.

She placed her hand on my shoulder. "Hello blue eyes. What is your name?"

My voice finally found its way past the lump in my throat. "Hayden."

She smiled. "Happy birthday, Hayden."

My name rolled off her tongue like silk. Fuck, she was beautiful. She raised her hands over her head, clapping, and shaking her hips.

"Don't be afraid. Open your legs, baby."

My long legs widened, allowing her to stand comfortably in front of me. Her pussy popped in my face.

"You can touch me. Bryce paid ten stacks, so it's ok."

My fists clenched against my thighs. She grabbed my hands, placing them on her hips.

My friends cheered, slapping my shoulders. "Happy birthday, G!"

Money poured around her.

"Hayden, are you ok?" she asked.

"Would you like to go to a private room?"

"Yes."

She squatted and collected the money before her hand fell into mine, pulling me to my feet.

I patted Bryce on the shoulder with my free hand. "Thanks, man." I smiled.

"Anything for you, brother!" he exclaimed.

I followed behind her into a dark private room in the back of the club. I was six-four in height. She had to be around five-seven.

She placed the stack of cash on a table near the long bench the color of blood.

"Have a seat."

My eyes roamed her beautifully curved body as I sat.

Her hands gripped her voluptuous breasts as she shook her ass to the beat.

The private room was nice. I could watch her without an audience.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Her eyes peeked back at me as her ass shook.

"Yes."

"Did Bryce ask you to give me your undivided attention?"

"No. He told me to treat you well. I always focus on the customer."

She turned, placing my hands on her ass. Her soft hands rested on my shoulders.

"I like that."

Our eyes locked again. Her eyes left mine, running over my chiseled tanned cheeks, my sleek black eyebrows, slender nose and slim lips. Her fingers combed through my hair as her eyes focused on my pink lips. My hands slipped, gripping her pear-shaped face. Our lips met, entangling for what seemed like an eternity.

Slowly, my lips parted from hers. I held her gaze. "I guess all the shit you talked about not wanting me was bullshit."

Her eyebrows wrinkled. She attempted to break free.

"I want to see you outside of the strip club."

"No, I don't date customers."

A chuckle rolled from my throat as I picked up the glass of vodka left on the table for me. "I don't think you want me to be your customer, Lydia."

"I don't mix business with pleasure." She stood, shaking her ass again.

"Fine. I'll be here every night until you agree to go on a date with me."

"Suit yourself. I'm not dating you."

My lips curled against the brim of the glass. I swallowed the vodka, then slammed the glass on the table.

I rose, placing my hands on her waist, halting her movement. "I'll see you soon." Leaning forward, my lips brushed against her soft cheek.

I walked away and never looked back. I returned to the VIP section where my friends sat.

Bryce stood; hands raised. "G, how was it?" he yelled over the music.

Smiling, I grabbed his hand, hugging him. "It was good. Thanks, Bryce."

"Anything for my cousin."

Sitting amongst my friends, I drank and conversed about the plans for the rest of my birthday weekend. Other strippers danced for me, but my eyes only followed Lydia around the club.

My dick stiffened as I thought about making love to Lydia for the first time. After our first date, I'd have a better realization if we fit well together. The look on her face after our lips parted was shock. She was attracted to me and she couldn't believe she kissed me. Our chemistry was instantaneous.

LYDIA

After stepping off the stage, my eyes landed on the most attractive man I'd ever seen. Once Bryce waved me over, I stood in front of the birthday boy. I was a little nervous. I haven't been nervous in a long time. He wasn't the first attractive guy I'd danced for, but he was the first man I was sexually attracted to. The look on his face told me I made him a little nervous, too. The private room was the perfect place to make him feel at ease.