Chapter Nineteen Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

When we entered the club room, some of the men started hooting loudly and a few clapped. I could see that our host was seated at the center of the room with six chairs framing him to the right and left. One of the chairs was empty but the rest was fully occupied. I relaxed a little, understanding we were to pick who to dance for.
Tamika and Anna went for the host, and the rest of us fan out to entertain the rest of the men. I picked the last one to the left and simply reenacted what we practiced. The man appeared a bit drunk and kept calling me baby and urging me to sit on his lap. I knew it would be a great put-off to make a scene so I did my best to manage the situation. He brought out his wallet at a point and slipped wads of cash into my cleavage when I danced close to him.
“You're really beautiful, I would like to see you after this,” he said, emptying his wallet to put more money inside my cleavage.
I looked to my right and saw Sam hovering. It was as if he could read my mind. He stepped forward and discreetly whispered close to the man’s ear. “No touching, sir.”
“Alright,” the man said in a drawl, raising his hands up in surrender with a leering smile on his face and eyes fixed on my chest. I moved back gracefully and continued to dance. After a while, we switched patrons and kept doing so until we all danced for every single man seated. When we were done, the music changed, and Anna gracefully walked past me and whispered, “You girls did great, you can leave now or choose to take the next dance with us.”
And before I could ask what she meant. I watched as Tamika took off the tiny fabric covering her nipples making the room erupt with cheers. ‘Ookay, no thanks!’ I thought, directing my gaze to Ameera and Ashley. They both waved me over and I walked to meet them at the other side of the room.
“What the fuck!” Ameera whispered close to my ear. I giggled. The three of us hurried to the hallway and then peered back to watch as Anna and Tamika literally made money rain in the club, dancing naked and twerking like the goddesses of seduction.
Sam and some other men in the similar security getup, removed the chairs from the middle of the room, making the men stand about to continue to watch the girls dance.
The host with one other man went to sit at the back of the room on a chaise chair shrouded in darkness but from where we stood we could still see them. Ashley and Anna went to join them - still dancing. We watched as Anna sat on our host's lap, and bucked slowly and seductively against him while Tamika went to the man seated next to him.
Ashley gasped when we watched our host cup Anna’s breasts and gently lowered his face to suck her nipples. Then raised his face to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. I watched her hips move against him and he cupped her lush back, urging her on.
“Please, tell me I’m dreaming—” I whispered in shock.
“We are all in this dream, Estera. This is something—” Ameera said in awe.
“They are literally having sex at the back of the room,” Ashley interjected.
“They are not the only ones,” I said, directing my gaze to Tamika. The man she sat on now had his head thrown back in somewhat ecstasy. As if he was embracing climax.
“I think she is really doing him right there!” Ameera exclaimed. The room was dimly lit and one could hardly see for certain what was happening but with our gazes fixed on them, it was quite telling that this had moved from just a mere dance.
“Maybe they are just… rubbing against their … you know…” Ashley said. Then we saw Anna reach in between their bodies, edged up a bit then slowly lowered herself down again on him. I shot a glance at Ashley and we all covered our mouths to keep from laughing out loud.
“No. They are definitely doing more than that,” Ameera said.
"These girls are crazy!" Ashley said.
"I think we now have a full understanding of why no phones were allowed, cos I will totally be tempted to video that," Ameera said between giggles. Anna was still doing her thing, bucking and rolling her hips on Jacob's lap and he was holding her firmly against his body now.
"I will never look at Jacob McKnight the same again," Ashley interjected.
"I told you, rich people are weird," I said. The girls laughed.
"Okay, all this orgy is making me hungry. Let's go eat please, I said and we disappeared into the dressing room to eat and have a few drinks of our own.
"--To wild and crazy nights!" Ameera toasted and we laughed. I felt I could finally breathe now that it appears we have done our part. A short while later we returned to the club room and I draped my jacket over my shoulders.
We stood by the sidewall and my eyes went to the spot Anna and Tamika were doing the nasties with our host but discovered it empty.
Everyone was doing their thing now: a few were dancing with some other ladies strippers I hadn't seen before, while some stood about having cozy chats and the rest were getting private lap dances.
Ashley nudged me to look to the left and I saw shadowed images of a man trapping a lady against the wall behind a stained glass panel. He held her by the hips with her back turned to him then made her bend over.
"Oh, boy," I muttered and immediately lowered my gaze. Ashley collapsed against me laughing. We were literally having fun watching others embracing reckless abandonment.
"Maybe there's something in their drinks," Ameera said.
"Nah… I think Jacob wanted it to be a night of debauchery. Something entirely scandalous. The ‘no phone’ was a clear warning," I replied.
With us engrossed in our speculations, I didn't notice anything else in the room until a familiar scent assailed my senses and I jerked my head in the direction of a man standing behind Ameera and Ashley my heart almost stopped.
"Oh, God," I muttered, making my friends direct their attention to me.