Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA POV

She suddenly bursted into laughter, leaning her hand on my shoulder for support and laughing even more. My eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“Woah… I have always known you’re a virgin, not like a loose bitch like me. Even if you are, I can’t judge you because I’m not perfect either. But trust me, you have nothing to worry about, Joanne.”

Her words felt like ice melting down my stomach, dissipating guilty all over me. She had shown me love and care, but I wondered how she would felt when she learned the truth about my identity.

She quickly pulled me by the hands and led me to the dressing room. “This lingerie is too revealing; I can’t put it on,” I whined along the way to the dressing room.

“Stripper outfits are often loud, eye-catching, intricate, and revealing.” She rolled her eyes before pushing me into the dressing room and locked the door, leaving me inside.

That was when it dawned on me that not even my lie could save me from this stupid dare; why then did I do it?

__Because you are protecting your identity__ My mind answered the question.

I gaze down at my palms wondering how I could wear this tiny outfit that would exposed every single part of my body. My only fear was that scars are covered beneath my dress, and I couldn’t confidently step out to the crowds. Just the thought of that made my palms sweaty.

“Are you taking ages to change?” Her voice yelled behind the closed door.

“I’m still in it…” I rolled my eyes, stamping my feet on the ground in frustration.

I strode toward the long dressing mirror and stared at my reflection as anxiety crawled on my body, spreading goosebumps all over. My right hand crawled behind my back and unzipped my dress, made it fell to the ground. which left me with just my pants and bra.

I couldn’t believe I was really doing this… Gosh! I wondered how I would stand on stage, waggling my bare ass and breast. Twirling on a strange guy like a snake, giving out seductive moves…

Okay!  Now I’m going mental. Somebody, please wake me up from this dilution, because I can’t even imagined myself filling those lustful gazes out there with my body.

“I’m coming inside to drag you out.” She threatened, knocking continuously on the door.

I quickly wore the lingerie without minding if I wore it correctly, and I jumped outside like a crazy woman, panting heavily in front of Candy.

Her gaze examined my body thoroughly, and when I thought I got it all right because of her calm expression, she suddenly bursted into laughter, “A bra and pantie inside lingerie?! Which part of the earth do you come from?” She said this with mocked laughter, pointing at my body while laughing.

I shot her a murderous glare as I angrily made my way back to the dressing room. But she quickly held my hand, stopping me from going any further, as she pulled me into the dressing room instead.

“Strip and re-dress.” She crossed her breast and stared at me.

I jerked my head in her direction like I hadn’t heard clearly, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Strip Joanne. We don’t have much time.” She uttered it in all seriousness.

I slowly dragged my lingerie down my body and stood in front of her, leaving with my pants and bra.

“Strip all—-”

“I can’t dance naked.”

“No one is asking you to dance naked, Joanne!” She interrupted me, raising her voice before rolling her eyes.

I picked up my lingerie from the floor and stormed back into the dressing room to change. After a few minutes, I came out with my hands grasped behind my back as my wide hips shot out on both sides. while the back of my lingerie disappeared into the middle of my ass, leaving my ass cheek bare.

My small nipples shot out as the lingerie hugged my body tightly, bringing out my curves in the rightful places.

Thankfully, my breast region was well covered down to my abdomen, hiding most of my disgusting scars.

“Much better, baby girl!” She gave me a thumped-up finger, winking her right eyes afterward, before flashing me a smile the moment she sighted me. “Come and sit here; let me get your make-up done.” She quickly pulled out a chair for me.

I gently strode toward her, feeling totally uncomfortable with my revealing outfit. I seriously don’t want this, but of course, I’m bonded to do it because of a stupid dare I never agreed on. Gosh!! I felt like running away from these place and from all these people already.

I sat down, facing the mirror, and she began apply light makeup to my face. She graced my lips with red lipstick and applied a black mascara on my eyebrows.

“I’m done! You look stunning!” She complimented me, giving a final touch to my face.

I stood up and glanced at the mirror. My jaw dropped as my dazzling reflection stared back at me.

Candy really worked magic on my face beyond recognition. “Thanks!”  I whispered, flashing her a smile, and bent over to wear my knee-high stockings followed by my platform heels, which made me stood tall in glory.

Suddenly the slow music boomed all over: “It’s time. The music is for you.” She smiled.

My heart sank into my stomach as anxiety dissipated all over my body. A deep sense of uneasiness held me rigid, as I could hear the slow, dragging beats of my heart as I moved out of the changing room.

My palms were sweating as I slowly walked onto the stage facing the crowds; their lustful gaze were like burning fire against my skin.

My breath quickened when I saw a young, handsome guy standing on the middle of the stage with a seat behind him.

He looked so young and full of life. His curly silver hair fell on his well-curved oval face, leaving only some parts of it uncovered. He let his pouty lips shot out like a wet berry while he was standing so tall.

My gaze traveled down to his outfit, and he was clothed in an all-white outfit, with his shining shoe, looking like a demigod.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

__You can do these things, Monalisa. __ I tried not to look at him, even though my eyes seemed to be disobeying me.

I gathered all the courage I had and walked deep onto the stage, walking with slow, light steps as I tried to writhed around the stage.

I gently crawled my hands up to my hips and moved them down to my thighs in slow motioned. I diverted my right hand from my body, sliding my fingers through my long black silky hair, and moved my other hand along my body before I finally winked.

Every single soul in the club let out an ear-deafening scream, hailing me to do more.

Suddenly, six hefty men stepped out with huge bags in their hands, standing in front of the stage, holding some bundles of dollars on their other hands.

That sight alone assured me that I was doing it right.

I slowly walked towards the cute guy with my shoulders raised like a sexy professional who had done a lap dance a million times and knew she was great at it.

I walked with one foot in front of the other, with my back straight and my shoulder high. I started moving my hips up and down and slowly gliding my hands along my body while not taking my gaze off him.

I got closer and began circling the cute guy as his breathtaking fragrance filled my nostrils, and I slowly pushed him to sit down on the chair behind him. He sat comfortably, slightly slouched, with his legs spread open a bit, with his cold gaze screaming, “Hey, come dance on me, baby!”

I stylishly veered around at the crowds as they began to threw green dollar bills on the stage. The multicolored stage suddenly went off as everywhere was dark, which made my heart skipped a bit as my eyes wandered around.

“Go! Go! Go!” Everyone’s voice echoed in the huge room, and I knew they were referring to me, and my confidence grew higher, and I was beginning to enjoy my show.

Instantly the light came back, and my eyes almost popped out of it’s socket at the sight of massive green notes sprinkled on the ground. Everywhere was filled with dollars, and that was when it dawned on me that this dare was to my advantage.

My gaze peered into his brownish cold eyes as I walked towards him, maintaining our eye contact, as I began biting my lower lips seductively. I strutted around the chair, continuously tweaking my waist along the line as my hips wiggled with the rhymes of the music.

I slowly lowered my body to the floor, and my face came into contact with the green notes, and there were still more coming. Damn!  This club is super rich!

I carefully stood up and lowered myself onto his lap, wrapping one leg around the back of the chair for support and then the other. I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, as I began tweaking my bare ass on his dick back and front.

“Fuck!”  He hissed out in pleasure, and his mouth dropped open. His eyes were clouded with lust like an animal on heat.

I slowly leaned over for a kiss, pressing my breast on his chest as I softly brushed my lips along his lips while still moving my hips up and down.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, as I felt his hard dick rub my pussy, spreading a sensitive feeling all over my body, as a slitted moan escaped my lips, throwing my head backward in pleasure.

His hand gripped my ass firmly, but I didn’t gave him the chance to feel my ass in his palm, as I gently got off his leg and gave him a little distance, which made him furrowed his eyes in confusion.

My hands began to move up and down my body like I was rubbing bubble soap on it. I touched every single part of my body erotically with my eyes tightly shut. My hand unexpectedly slipped into my lingerie, smoothie my pussybrims, as a deep moan escaped my throat.

His eyes were fixed on me, blazing with hot flames, while he struggled with his already-reacted dick. He tried to reached out to me, but I slapped his hands in a way that made him hissed in annoyance. as he angrily strode toward me and forcefully grabbed my waist, trying to force me off the stage.

“Let me go!” I shrieked out, glancing around for help, but no one cared as they kept screaming out and enjoying the show.

-_What have I brought upon myself? __ I cried internally.

“Come and finish what you started in the bedroom.” He roughly threw me on his shoulder, leading me away.