
His Exclusive Stripper
Unuame Joy · Ongoing · 32.8k Words
Introduction
Then billionaire Lex Cross walks into the one place she thought she was safe, and buys out her contract for ten million dollars.
The rule is simple. He can look. He can want. He can never touch.
It should be easy money. It isn’t. Because the more Lex fights to keep his hands off her, the more Sasha realizes he isn’t the danger in this arrangement — the man she ran from four years ago is, and every camera flash at every gala on Lex’s arm is a chance for him to find her again.
Lex bought her silence.
He never asked what it was protecting her from.
Some contracts you walk away from clean.
This one might cost them both everything.
Chapter 1
Sasha
The bass came up through the floor before it ever reached my ears, and I used the last four counts of the intro to check the room the way I checked every room: exits first, money second, threats last. Tonight the exits were clear. The money was heavy at table six, three men in suits who'd already run up a bar tab that could cover a month of my mother's medication. The threats, for now, stayed seated.
I hit my mark on the beat and the room did what it always did. Went quiet, then loud again, differently.
Onyx didn't advertise. It didn't need to. Membership ran six figures a year and bought a private floor above the public one, a floor where the dancers didn't do anything they didn't choose to do and got paid enough that choosing was easy. I'd been on that floor for fourteen months. I was, by the numbers Tony kept in his office, the highest earner the club had seen in three years.
The numbers were the only thing about this place I let myself care about.
I finished the set with my back straight and my chin level, the way I always finished, and stepped off the small stage into the noise of men trying to get my attention with their wallets instead of their mouths, which I preferred. A folded bill landed near my foot. I bent for it without breaking stride and felt, rather than saw, Brianna's hand close over it first.
"Mine," she said, not even looking at me. She tucked it into her garter and smiled at table six as she'd earned it.
I let it go. Twenty dollars wasn't worth the conversation, and Brianna had been sliding sideways at me for a month now, ever since the numbers came out and my name sat at the top for the third quarter running. Better to let her have the twenty and keep the two hundred waiting in the dressing room from the last set. Petty theft was cheaper than a scene, and a scene was the one thing I couldn't afford. Scenes got remembered. Remembered was the opposite of what I needed to be.
I was three steps from the dressing room hallway when Tony caught my elbow.
He didn't do that often. Tony ran Onyx like a man managing a portfolio, polite until the math stopped working, and he knew better than to grab any of his top earners without a reason. I stopped and looked at his hand until he took it off my arm.
"Private room four wants a look at the floor," he said. "Guy just bought out the room for the night. Didn't ask for anyone by name. Said he wants to see who's good."
"So send him the lineup video."
"He's not the kind of guy you send a video to." Tony's voice had dropped the register it used for regular clients, the one that meant this one mattered more than the others. "Lex Cross."
The name landed and didn't mean much to me beyond what it meant to everyone: money old enough to have forgotten it was ever new, a company with his name on the building downtown, a face that showed up in business papers I didn't read. I filed him under table six with better tailoring and started walking again.
"Not interested in a walkthrough," I said.
"He's not asking for a walkthrough, he's asking to watch the floor from the room. You don't even have to know he's there." Tony matched my pace. "Sasha. This is a five-figure booking for one look. Just dance the way you already dance."
I could have said no. I'd said no to bigger names for worse reasons and Tony had never pushed past the first refusal, because pushing past it meant losing me, and losing me meant losing the number that kept his own math working. He wasn't pushing now either. He was asking, the way he asked when the answer mattered enough that he'd remember who gave it.
I thought about the invoice from the cardiologist folded into the bottom of my bag, the one with a number on it that made the two hundred dollars in my garter feel like nothing at all.
"One set," I said. "He doesn't touch me, he doesn't talk to me, and if he tries either I walk."
"He won't try."
"You don't know that."
"I know he specifically said hands off." Tony was already walking me toward the private hallway, relief loosening his shoulders. "Guy barely said twenty words. Just wanted the room dark, the door shut, and to see the floor for himself."
That, more than the money, was what made me curious enough to go.
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Private room four was smaller than I expected and darker, lit only by the strip of blue along the floor and the glow bleeding in from the stage beyond the one-way glass. I could see the whole main floor from here, dancers and tables and Tony's bouncers stationed at the corners, and none of them could see me.
Lex Cross sat in the far chair with a drink he hadn't touched and his jacket still on, which told me more than his face did. Men who came to rooms like this usually shed the jacket in the first five minutes. He hadn't moved to loosen his tie either. He watched the floor through the glass like he was reading a report, which, I'd learn later, was exactly how he was using it.
He didn't stand when I came in. Didn't reach for me. Just looked at me once, a full assessment that took maybe two seconds and felt longer, and then gestured at the glass.
"I was told you're the best they have," he said. "I'd rather see for myself than take Tony's word for it."
"Most men skip the interview."
"I'm not most men." He said it flat, not as a line. "Dance if you want the booking. Don't if you'd rather I find someone else."
Nobody talked to me like that. Not in this room, not on this floor, not in fourteen months of men who treated a no-touch rule like a challenge instead of a boundary. I should have found it insulting. Instead I found myself walking to the pole at the center of the room and starting the set on my own terms, because some part of me wanted to see if he'd stay exactly where he was.
He did.
The whole three minutes, he didn't move from the chair, didn't reach for his phone, didn't touch the drink. He watched me the way I'd watch a competitor's numbers, close and unreadable, and when the set ended he didn't clap or reach for his wallet. He stood, buttoned his jacket, and walked to the door.
"Tony," he said, not to me, into the hallway beyond it. "Get me her real name. Not the stage one."
I went still.
"That's not something we give out," Tony said, too quickly, in the voice he used when a client asked for something that could get the club shut down.
"I didn't ask if you gave it out." Lex didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. "I asked you to get it."
He looked back at me once more before he left, the same flat assessment as before, like he was already deciding something I hadn't agreed to yet.
"I'll be in touch," he said, and walked out, leaving me standing under the blue light with two hundred dollars in my garter and the sudden, sick certainty that whatever he was about to offer, Tony was going to make sure I said yes.
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