A deal with the billionaire

In a locked room inside a popular club house, a girl could be seen seated facing the mirror. Her gaze was fixed on the mirror and she was focused on her reflection, trying to see if there was anything wrong with her heavy make-up.

The heavy make-up on her face was meant to make her look more pretty and different but it also made her look more matured.

That wasn't the first time she would be putting on such heavy make-up, but today she was not happy.

"Pink! Get up and stop staring at your reflection! Everyone is waiting for you" The lady she worked for, Lady Ama, informed as she entered the small room.

The girl opened her mouth to talk but she couldn't. Her head was aching badly and it felt as if she would pass out soon because of the pains. She took her left hand to her head and started massaging the scalp softly.

"Pink, are you not fine?" Lady Ama asked.

Her facial expression might have triggered Lady Ama to ask that question.

It wasn't as if Lady Ama was concerned about Pink or her health, she was just concerned about the growth of her business. Pink was the best stripper in the club and men flood the club just to watch her.

She was given the name pink because the color of her stripping dress and the artificial hair she wore to perform were color pink. Not that she didn't have a natural long silky hair, the pink hair was a way to disguise herself, same with the heavy make-up.

"I am not." She replied sharply and Lady Ama's jaw dropped. "Can I please just skip today, I'll..."

"You can not!" Lady Ama snapped. She didn't even allow Pink to finish talking.

Pink chuckled dryly and stood up from where she sat. She wasn't expecting lady Ama to give her a break because she was not fine, she knew that was the last thing lady Ama would think of doing.

"You don't care about me, you are more concerned about your business."

Lady Ama's face got covered with guilt and Pink could see that her words hurt the lady but she didn't care, she was more hurt.

"Pink" Lady Ama called softly and she spared her a stare. "I do care about you, you are my best stripper. But if you do not perform today, you know what will happen."

Of course, Pink knew what would happen if she didn't perform. The men might not visit the club again, because she was the major reason they paid for VIP, they wanted to see her perform. In other words, she was the club's biggest fish.

She nodded understandingly. There was nothing else she could do, other than to oblige.

"Thank you!" Lady Ama flashed her a smile which she failed to return back.

She picked up the pink wig from the table and wore it on. She stared at the mirror and she smiled when she saw her reflection.

Now she completely looked like pink the stripper, not Annabella.

"Let's go" Lady Ama urged.

They both exited the room, with Pink's heels making clacking sound as they hit the floor.

They got to the entrance of the VIP section and lady Ama bestowed on her to go in.

"You'll go home after this performance, I promise" She made her a promise and Pink flashed her a light smile.

Immediately Pink got in, the men's faces brightened up like Christmas trees. They were so happy to see her, they just couldn't hide their excitement.

She winked at them and catwalked to the stripping pole.

The sexy music started playing and she began doing what she knew how to do best; stripping.

As she performed, she could feel the stares of the men on her exposed butt cheeks and her cleavages and that emboldened her.

Apart from the money she was earning as a stripper, she loved stripping, and she loved getting attentions on her.

Minutes later, the music stopped and she ended her stripping section by splitting in front of the pole.

Loud cheering aroused from the men and she smiled widely, feeling proud of herself.

Her gaze moved to where Lady Ama stood and her smile broadened when Lady Ama gave her a thumb up.

She exhaled deeply, stood up from the floor and walked out of the club room without waiting for lady Ama.

A pair of blue eyes followed every of her movement till she was out of sight.

The young man who the eyes belonged to was seated in the club room and he had been staring at pink ever since she stepped into the place.

He was impressed by her stripping skills. Ever since he had been watching strippers strip, this was the best he had seen.

"The stripper that just left..." He spoke up, taking his gaze to the guy that was seated beside him.

"What about her?" Eric, his friend asked, staring suspiciously at him.

"I have never seen a stripper like her" He muttered and took a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

A smile lingered on the corner of Eric's lips. "I am glad you like it, Tyler. When I told you about it you didn't believe me."

He let out a scoff. "Don't feel too proud of yourself."

Eric chuckled, he picked the glass of wine on the table and took a sip from it, he didn't say anymore words.

"I want her" Tyler declared.

"Don't even think of it. A lot of men here have tried their best to have her but she doesn't do more than stripping" Eric informed.

"I am different, Eric. I get what I want" He dropped the cigarette on the floor and then stomped on it.

He was never the type of person to accept defeat, whenever he wanted something he made sure to get it at all cost.

"She is different also. I've asked the manager of the club to link me up with pink and she told me pink doesn't do such, she's only a stripper" Eric explained, trying to make a point but still Tyler was adamant.

"Pink is her name?"

"Her stage name actually. No one knows what her real face looks like, no one knows her real name, no one knows nothing about her, except the manager I guess" Eric replied.

Without saying any word, Tyler stood.

"What are you planning to do?" Eric asked, lowering his brows.

"Where is the manager? I want to have a conversation with her."

Eric stared suspiciously at his friend before pointing at Lady Ama who was conversing with someone near the entrance of the club room. "This is time wasteful, Ty. It won't lead to any result"

"I'll be right back, homie" He patted Eric's shoulder and then walked away.

"We'll see" Eric chuckled and continued sipping from his glass of juice.