Heart of a Stripper

“
The
love that lasts the longest is the love that can never be.
”

For
twenty-five year old Mitchell McCallister, that statement never seemed true. Finding the woman he loved happened in a snap, or so he thought. That was, until he found a connection with someone else, in a place he least expected. One kiss was all it took to keep him breathless and wanting more, but falling for a stripper he would never see again seemed foolish.

Being abandoned by her mother and living with her alcoholic father, Nevaeh Sky never really knew what it meant to feel wanted. Moving to a new town still wouldn’t change that, right? Waltzing into the office as a senior transfer to her new high school, Nevaeh is bemused to find the very mysterious stranger who was too shy to make a move on her at her new job. Having Mitchell as her new principal, she’s sure it will cause more harm than good.

With an impending marriage, Mitchell struggles to keep his distance from Nevaeh, until he finds her beaten and bloody on the school steps. Taking her in and learning her secrets, the explosive forbidden attraction between them leaves Mitchell wavering; not only with her, but in his own life. Determined to save her from the life she’s chosen, Mitchell has no idea his world will never be the same again.

But will saving Nevaeh be worth destroying everything he’s worked so hard for? 

To the Love of My Life, Eric.

Thank you for pushing me even when I want to be lazy and thank you for bearing with me when I threw crazy ideas at you.  

Most of all, thanks for being a big inspiration, and not letting me cave
in with my ideas due to others perception.

To my dearest friend Deyanna, thanks for reading my work when you hate to read! Hahaha!

I truly appreciate you during the writing of this book in particular. Without you I wouldn’t have completed this book in the time frame that I did.

To my cousin Danielle, thank you for your brutal honesty! Without you, I wouldn’t know when an idea sucked, and with your choice of books, I know my work is in the right hands before it hits the public. 

Heart of a Stripper

Author: Cyndi Harris

Artwork by: Cyndi Harris

Published by
: Cyndi Harris

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Heart of a Stripper

By

Cyndi Harris

Chapter One

            
 
Mitchell sighed deeply, as his best friend Adam shoved him into the dark club. The room was dim, and full of the stench of smoke and alcohol. Looking around, he saw nothing but bare chested woman dancing on stripper poles, in front of drunken men. Walking to the VIP area, he passed a few females giving elderly men lap dances. Turning around, he tried to leave but Adam shook his head.

             
“You are going to enjoy this night if it kills me!” he chuckled, shoving Mitchell down into a seat.

             
Along with Adam, his two buddies Scott, and Brad surrounded him. Not too soon after, a half-naked waitress stood at their table.

             
“What can I get you guys?!” she shouted, over the loud music.

             
“Get us the best beer this fine establishment can offer!” Adam laughed, and she nodded.

             
“Four beers coming right up!” she replied, before disappearing.

             
“You know I don’t drink!” Mitchell replied, looking at his already buzzed friend.

             
They had already been to a bar, and had a few drinks. Mitchell only drank about half a bottle. Drinking really wasn’t his thing, but his best friend had planned a night out just for him. Adam had rented a limo and they were having what was known as “a night out on the town”.

             
“You are tonight!” he laughed, as the waitress came back with the ice cold beers and they all took one.

             
Twisting off the cap, Mitchell forced a little of the bitter drink down, as his friends downed theirs. Looking at the spotlighted stage, he saw a blonde haired woman taking her top off. Averting his eyes, he heard all of his friends cheer in excitement. He never understood the whole notion of having a strange woman tearing her clothes off for you—or your money rather. Looking around, he caught the eye of a young woman dressed in sky blue lingerie. Her caramel legs were smooth and stretched on for days, and she had long black hair to match. She smiled at him as a male walked up to her. Clearing his throat, he turned away.

             
“I want to get out of here, Adam.” Mitchell insisted, as his cell phone rang.

             
Reaching for his pocket, Adam stopped him before shoving Mitchell’s drink to his mouth.

             
“Ignore it; you’re out with the guys. Enjoy yourself.” He ordered.

             
Sighing, Mitchell tried to relax as the phone went silent. Taking another small drink, he gulped hard as the girl he was eyeing walked up to their section.

             
“Hey boys, what’s the special occasion?” she smiled brightly.    

             
Giving a goofy smile, Adam retorted. “My boy here is getting married on Christmas.”

             
“Hmm, so you’re the unlucky guy everyone is buzzing about.” She smiled still keeping her eyes on him.

             
“I wouldn’t say unlucky.” He whispered, trying not to look at her as he walked over to him.

             
“An honest groom, we don’t get many of those in here.” She smiled, towering over him as he slowly looked up to her.

             
He wanted nothing more than disappear as she held a hand out to him.

             
“Let me show you a good time.” She insisted.

             
“I—I—don’t think—”

             
“Show him a good time!” Adam shouted, giving her a wad of money.

             
“Come on tiger, I don’t bite.” She said, still smiling.

             
“Go!” Adam and Brad shouted, at the same time pushing him up.

             
“But—”

             
“Don’t worry. I’ll bring you back in one piece.” She replied, seductively grabbing him by the hand and pulling him from VIP area.

             
Tugging him through the crowd, she held his hand tight. Taking him towards the back of the club, he noticed more naked girls and grew even more uncomfortable. Going through a door, he followed her upstairs to private room. His nerves were definitely kicking in. She sat him down on a large sofa and locked the door. Swallowing hard, he watched her intently as she turned on a stereo and dimmed the lights. Walking back to him, she slowly began to dance in front of him.

             
“Don’t!” he shouted nervously, putting his hands up.

             
“No dancing?” she asked, curiously.

             
“Ok.” She replied, straddling him.

             
She leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away.

             
“Please.” He said, nervously looking into her beautiful brown eyes.

             
“You just want to get to it?” she asked, going for his belt buckle, but he grabbed her hand.

             
“I only came up here so my friends would leave me alone. I don’t want to do
anything
.” He insisted.

             
“I can’t leave without giving you a good time.” She insisted.

             
“I’m fine really.” He replied. “I’ll even pay you extra.”

             
“Am I not attractive?” she asked, getting off and sitting beside him.

             
“No! I mean yes!” he said, as she smiled at him.

“You’re a very attractive woman. You’re gorgeous.” He insisted.

“And you’re cute. First time?” she asked, sitting closer to him.

He nodded, timidly looking away from her.

“Would you like to talk instead?” she inquired.

“Actually, yeah.”
He nodded.

“Are you always this shy?” she asked, leaning her arm on the couch.

“I’m not—shy.” He proclaimed, and she chuckled.

“You are.” She nodded.

“Ha-ha.” He replied, sarcastically. “What’s a girl like you doing in a dump like this?”

“
Hey, don’t knock my job. I just made five hundred dollars, and a bonus from you and your friends alone in a few minutes.” She chuckled.

“Five hundred dollars?!” he barked. “How many people have you slept—I mean…” he bit his bottom lip as he stared at her.

“Sorry. That was an ass-holic thing to say. I didn’t mean to insult you.” He said, clearly.

“None taken, but to be clear you would’ve been my
very
first
client.” She insisted.

He looked at her as if she was feeding him a bunch of bullshit.

“Seriously, I’m new here. Last night was my first night.” She pushed.

“Then why do this?” he frowned. “How old are you? You look old enough t
o be my—”

“Sister?
Because you don’t look too old yourself.” She laughed and he smiled brightly.

“You have the sexiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” She replied
, caressing his face and he blushed.

‘I’m only twenty five
.” He replied, clearing his throat.

“So what do you do for a living, M
r. Twenty five?” she inquired, still staring into his sapphire eyes.

He shifted uncomfortably as he looked away briefly. She was too close for
his own comfort.

“Um, I do a lot.” he replied. “So, is all of this really worth the money? I mean from the little bit of time I’ve known you I can tell you’re a really smart girl. You could be doing anything you wanted to.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “You’re the nicest guy I met so far.” She said, leaning into him and he began to breathe heavily.