No Regrets

No Regrets

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Reese O'Connor has her dream job and life. She is a stripper at a New York Club. Hated by her family, she doesn't care about what they think, but still wants their love. One night at work, she meets Elliott Moore, one of America's richest men and dances for him. He wants more of her, and she wants more of him instantly. When their relationship escalates to more than an occasional lap dance, Reese finds herself having trust issues in Elliott. Memories of an incident six years ago still haunts her. Elliott makes her trust him and soon enough, Reese trusts in him. There is one problem, her past and he wants her to quit stripping.

Summary

Reese O'Connor has her dream job and life. She is a stripper at a New York Club. Hated by her family, she doesn't care about what they think, but still wants their love. One night at work, she meets Elliott Moore, one of America's richest men and dances for him. He wants more of her, and she wants more of him instantly.

When their relationship escalates to more than an occasional lap dance, Reese finds herself having trust issues in Elliott. Memories of an incident six years ago still haunts her. Elliott makes her trust him and soon enough, Reese trusts in him. There is one problem, her past and he wants her to quit stripping.

Chapter1 (v.1) - No Regrets

Author Chapter Note

Reese O'Connor has her dream job and life. She is a stripper at a New York Club. Hated by her family, she doesn't care about what they think, but still wants their love. One night at work, she meets Elliott Moore, one of America's richest men and dances for him. He wants more of her, and she wants more of him instantly. <br /> <br /> When their relationship escalates to more than an occasional lap dance, Reese finds herself having trust issues in Elliott. Memories of an incident six years ago still haunts her. Elliott makes her trust him and soon enough, Reese trusts in him. There is one problem, her past and he wants her to quit stripping.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 10, 2014

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Resistance is on hold until further notice. Action Eroticas are not a thing on this site. I am shooting with this one as my hottest story ever! I hope you enjoy it!

 

Chapter 1

Lust at First Site

 

The music changed to more my style. Nine Inch Nails “Closer” started playing and I went on stage. I wrapped my legs around the pole and swung around the pole, my blonde hair running through the wind. I got back on my feet and I began to grind the pole, the men here loves that. I threw my head around and around and grabbed my breasts. I hear the men moan and hoot for me. I got on my hands and knees and crawled to the end of the stage and the men began stuffing money down my bra. I sat up on my knees and grabbed my breasts again and another man stuffed money down my thong.

 

The song ended and I stood up and walked off stage. I grabbed all my money and counted how much I earned. I smiled when I counted over two hundred dollars. “Hey Reese, good job out there!” Another stripper, Jayla, said. I smiled and waved at her. I sat down and sighed. This has been my job since I was eighteen, for five years now. Reese O'Connor, daughter of a wealthy entrepreneur, is a stripper. Do I care? No, not really. I wanted to deceive my father and mother. I wanted to shake my ass in front of countless men, I enjoy it.

 

It's after one in the morning and I waved bye to all my stripper friends and headed on home. I turned around and looked at the huge neon sign with the club name “Glitter” and smiled. I love my job. I pulled my hoodie over my head and walked down the dark streets of New York. I'm not afraid to walk these streets by myself. I know how to defend myself, thanks to the karate trainer my father hired when I was twelve.

 

I made it to my apartment and slouched down on my couch. It's not much, since my father would not help me settle in by myself due to my career choice. He wanted me to go to school and be a doctor or a lawyer...something boring. He should have known I don't want to be something like that. My older brother, Jonathon, he is a doctor and claims he loves his life. He has a wife, Andrea, and a six month son name Daniel. I love my nephew to death, but Jon never lets me see him. Andrea usually sneaks him over when he is at work and lets me see my nephew.

 

I went over to my answering machine and pressed the play button. “Hey, its Andrea, Danny wants to see his auntie Reese, so call me in the morning for a meeting date,” Andrea said and I smiled. I miss my little booger. His bright blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and huge smile. I better get some shut eye, I have a date tomorrow

 

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“Danny!” I said and opened my arms and my nephew squealed in excitement. I reached over and grabbed him and hugged him. “Where's Jon? I thought he was off today,” I added to Andrea. We sat down on the bench and she put her brunette hair in a pony tail. She is beautiful, perfect for Jon. She was a real estate agent until she got pregnant with Daniel. Now, she is a stay at home mother.

 

“Some meeting with the head of hospital. We don't have very much time today. I know you wanted to see Danny, it's been about a week since you seen him,” Andrea said and I looked at my nephew and he is chewing on his fist. “You would make a great mother, Reese. If you actually settled down and not be a stripper, you can find yourself a nice man and have a couple of kids.” I rolled my eyes and let Danny grab my necklace.

 

“Stripping is all I know, Andrea. I love my job. I have no regrets on being a stripper,” I said and she sighed.

 

“I cannot believe your whole family hates you. Michael barely talks about you unless someone asks about you. He just says 'Reese is fine' and that is it. Melissa changes the conversation when you're mentioned. Jonathon, you know about him...” she turns her head and sighs. Jon hates me more than my parents do. I don't know why, but he sees me as a piece of shit.

 

“I don't give a fuck about what people think of me. It's my decision, nobody pushed me to be a stripper!” Kind of, but that's a long story.

 

“But what about...”

 

“Don't mention it, I don't want to remember it. It was six years ago, it's over and done with.” She nodded and stood up and I handed her Daniel.

 

“Well, we better head back home, Jon should be there soon. I told him I was walking with him in the park until he gets back,” Andrea said and I rolled my eyes.

 

“You shouldn't have to lie so I can see my nephew!”

 

“I know I shouldn't, but I keep trying to talk Jonathon about letting you see him. He just keeps saying 'I don't want my son around that filthy whore.'” I sagged and I fought the tears from my eyes. It hurts deeply that my older brother, the boy that loved it when I played with him as kids, hates me. “I'm sorry...”

 

“It's fine, I needed to know what he really thinks of me. Thanks for letting me see Danny today, call me for another date,” I said and I kissed my nephew and they walked away. I fought the tears more as I hear Daniel cry, wanting me. I know I don't need to strip and be a nuisance to my family, but why quit something that I enjoy doing?

 

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“Reese, Jayla, and Brenda, you three out on the dance floor. Bunch of big leagues out there want the best three dancers!” My boss, Tiffany, yelled out and I stood up and adjusted my sequin bra. I made sure my makeup is perfect and I smiled. Let's get this party started!

 

The three of us walked out and I see the group immediately. The three of us walked over and Jayla and Brenda was on the right side of the stage, already dancing. Jayla's red hair grabs the men attention already and Brenda's 40 DD breasts is making their eyes pop. I need to do something drastic. The music started and it's “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard and I started. I ran to the pole and wrapped my legs on it. I slid down it and hang upside down, rubbing my breasts and unhooked my legs. When I turned around, one man grabbed my attention. He has copper colored hair, gray eyes, and very handsome. He is looking straight at me, making me feel self-conscious. “Reese, keep dancing!” Tiffany said and I shook my head and danced.

 

I walked over in front of him and Jayla is behind me. I pressed my ass against her groin and grind her on the way down to the floor. The man kept his eyes on me. The self-conscious feeling changed to lust. I want this man to want me. I want to be in a private room, dancing for him. He waved his hand and a waitress walked over and he said something to her. She smiled and nodded at me. That is the cue that he wants the private room. I walked off stage and Jayla gave me a look of pure jealousy. She gets the private room all the time, why is she so jealous?

 

The man is already in the room and I smiled as the door closed. He sat down and I turned the stereo came on to a sexy techno song. “What's your name?” He asked me and I smiled and began to dance against the pole.

 

“Reese,what's yours?” I said and he smiled.

 

“Elliott Moore,” He said and I wanted to freak out, but I hid it. Elliott Moore, one of the richest men in America is getting dance from me! I should be honored, or not. Hey, he's a man, and men has desires. I'm his desire tonight.

 

I hoped off the pole and got on his lap and began to grind against him. He placed his hands on my hips and I usually slap them away, but I couldn't. I wanted his hands on me. I grinding a little faster and our breath began to mingle. What the fuck am I doing? I am practically dry fucking him right now. I can feel his hard-on against me and it's making my pussy soaked. I stopped and got back on the pole. “Sorry...” I mumbled and began to spin on the pole.

 

“Please, do it more. I liked that a lot,” Elliott said and his voice is husky. I smiled and got off the pole, but before I could do anything, he stopped me. He gave me a card and it has his name and home address and phone number. “But, I want you to do it to me at my place, without anybody around. Are you interested?” He asked and I gulped. I never received this offer from a customer before. We are not suppose to give lap dances to customers at their homes. I looked at Elliott and I see pure desire for me in his eyes. I want him as well, but still...

 

“Can I think about it? I'll give you a call whenever I decide to or not,” I said and he smiled.

 

“Sounds good to me Reese...” I heard a man yell out for him and he sighed. “I have to get going, call me later okay?” Elliott said and I nodded and he walked out the room. I stared at his card and I knew immediately that I wanted to call him, but I didn't have a decision yet about if I wanted to dance for him at his place. I could get into deep shit with Tiffany, possibly lose my job. But, this feeling deep down, it wants me to dance for Elliott, and get to know him a little more. But, I have to trust men again, can I trust men again, after what happened to me?


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