C7 Forever Yours: A Billionaire Romance

Estera Roberts’ POV

(Present Time: A Few Days Before)

Tamika and Ann’s act took nothing less than fifteen minutes. I noticed a lot of men who were lagging back moved closer to the stage as soon as they emerged and it wasn’t rocket science as to why.

The only clothing or should I say a patch of clothing covering the two was just a small triangular-shaped leather patch, hiding their nipples. The G-string they wore only covered their crotches. The rest of them were on total display and what a display!

Their curves were sculptured to perfection. Ann's porcelain skin, and Tamika’s dark tone, shone beautifully in the dimly lit room, and the men loved it! I watched keenly, and at a point even attempted to count the amount of 100 dollar bills thrown onto the stage.

“Do you think it’s too late to have a career change?” Ameera said from my left and it was especially funny with her cultured tone. I laughed.

“I prefer my white coat to no clothing. I wouldn’t know how to handle myself in their shoes,” I said under my breath.

“I think we are about to find out what it is like being in their shoes,” Ashley said in almost awe.

We all watched as the girls left the stage and another lone figure came out. She wore a black leather bodysuit with a matching mask, holding a horsewhip. I smiled. She reminded me of Catwoman. The mask covered almost all of her face and I wondered if like us, she was someone who wanted to be incognito or just one of her acts.

I watched with interest as she moved about sinuously, slowly snapping the whip with expertise. Then she began to pull down her front zipper exposing her full chest, narrow waist, and wide hips. When she stepped out of the bodysuit she was completely naked. The boys went wild, but not once did she disturb her mask. It was riveting and I watched till the very end.

Ann and Tamika came back up to get us and took us to a private room for practice. And like the private box, it looked like a place a wealthy client would enjoy a striptease all alone.

“Do you think they allow the girls to go further than just showing off their goods?” Ashley asked evidently we have both been thinking the same thing.

“That is solely on the girl. If she wants to, it would be between her and the client, and of course extra cash for her,” Tamika replied and winked at us. I found she had mellowed down with her superior air. And was now a tad friendly which was kind of making me uncomfortable since she had obviously shown it was all about the money for her.

“I would appreciate it if the host of this gig you are inviting us to let his invitees know we are strongly against touching and anything suggestive of prostitution,” I said in my firm no-nonsense tone I often use with difficult patients.

“Relax, Doc. As I said, it’s all on you,” Tamika replied with a smirk.

“How much is this gig worth anyway?” Ameera asked.

“Well, if you play your cards right, each one of you can walk home with as much as ten grand—” Ann replied.

“What?” Ashley said barely audibly and her beautiful face registered her shock. I couldn’t voice a response, I just stood there in total disbelief.

“Well, I suppose we should get this show on the road,” Ameera announced with a little more enthusiasm. I almost laughed.

Tamika showed us how to work the pole and Ann joined her moving seductively to the slow music playing in the background. The stage was done in a way that a narrow walkway extended from the stage where the pole was and span forward to where the luxury chairs were stationed.

The room was plunged in darkness with only dimly lit shine washing over the dancers like spotlights - No doubt to aid the mood. Ann went on all fours, prowling forward on the narrow walkway with her eyes stationed on an imaginary client at the end of it. Her lips curled with a sensuous smile and her eyes were smoldering with promises of a long blissful night.

When they were done, they asked us to try it. I allowed Ameera to go first and her attempt was not bad at all. Ashley surprisingly worked better with the pole and when Ann mentioned it she told us it was as a result of a play she did back in high school.

“...Appearing on the stage required that I slide down the pole from up the stage and I spent days making sure I appeared as graceful as possible,” she explained.

When it was time to go up, I asked Ann to change the song to the one the lady in the cat gear used for her performance. As soon as the song came up, I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and started to move naturally to it.

With my ancestral lineage spanning from Irish to African, Asian and Mexican, I have the arrogant belief that I should be able to pull this off. I imitated the first dancers’ moves then the Catwoman, interchanging as I prowled and moved my body slithering to the tune. I treated the pole as one would a lover, moving against it like a dance partner you want to give your all to, and it was especially easy when his image invaded my head and his smile made my heart leap. In a painful pleasure, I used his memory to achieve my aim and when I finally stopped, breathing hard, to look at the girls they were all looking at me in shock.

“How did I do?” I asked in a breathless tone, allowing my eyes to dart from one to the other.

“Wow!”Ashley muttered.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Tamika interjected.

“I think you guys are going to do just fine,” Ann announced with a satisfied smirk.

“Are you sure you haven't done this before, Doctor Roberts?” Ameera said, folding her arms against her chest with her eyes narrowed at me suspiciously. I let out a shaky laugh.

“That good, huh?” I grinned widely. “Math… It always solves everything,” I said with his voice in my head and I grew a little scared that I had allowed the memory to escape its entrapment. Knowing how hard it always gets to put it back in. I pressed my lips together to prevent them from trembling.

We spent a little more time practicing before heading back home and stopped to finally have a decent meal on our way. The girls chatted animatedly about the performance and the insane amount we are to gain from it.

“Do you realize how many months of rent that would solve, not to mention pay part of my debt!” Ashley exclaimed with her mouth full.

“I know what you mean,” Ameera interjected.

“Hmm..” I replied, trying very hard to be as excited as they were. But the pandora box I opened in my head was making me quite vulnerable and withdrawn.

And I didn’t even know the girls noticed until we got back to our apartment and Ashley pulled me into a hug. “Thank you. I know you are tired. You barely contributed to our pattering. I will forever be grateful for this,” she said.

“It’s nothing at all,” I sighed.

“Good night, Estie,” she said. I nodded my reply and went inside my room. Leaning against the closed door, I shut my eyes and let the memory of him grow wings. Uncontrollable tears spilled down my face and I let out a shaky breath.

“I miss you…” I whispered barely audibly. My heart ached.

I removed my clothes and went to have my bath again before dragging myself to bed. I picked up my phone to check if I had any notifications and found Cole had sent a new message about an hour before.

“So, I am here … alone, drinking … alone, and pondering a patient’s case on a ‘Friday night’… I sure hope your life is more exciting than mine.”

I read the message as if he was there saying it to me in that deep, enthralling voice of his, and I found myself smiling. Only him, I had discovered, had the ability to do that to me even when I am in one of my shitty moods.

“I just got in from a night out with the girls… Sorry I can’t give you deets, or you know … I would have to kill you. But it was interesting,” I responded and waited to see if he was still awake. Wondering how he would react if he indeed knew what we have been up to. After waiting for about a minute with no response, I let out a sigh. I was about to drop the phone when I saw he was typing a reply, I settled comfortably on the bed and my smile broadened when I saw his response.

“I’m half drunk, Roberts, It’s not a good time to chat with me. I might let something slip…”

“Like what?”

“That I wish you were here… sorry…”

“Don’t be… like you said, you are drunk,” I responded grinning wickedly. I always find it quite easy to chat with him. The impersonality of it makes it effortless to just go with the flow. Surprisingly, it took my mind off my haunting memories and the unending ache in my heart albeit short-lived.

“Very astute, Doctor Roberts… So, is that a go-ahead for me to act badly?”

“How badly, Doctor Cole?”

“How much would you be comfortable with?”

“You tell me… you are the one with no inhibition, but pretty please no pic of your … you know…!” I sent the message with a winking emoji. He replied with a laughing one.

“You are killing me, Roberts—'' he replied. I smirked.