~Shelby's POV~
The bass thumped through my veins like a second heartbeat as I gripped the pole, my thigh-high boots clicking against the stage in the dim glow of the VIP room. Sweat glistened on my skin under the glittering bodysuit that hugged every curve... tiny silver sequins catching the neon lights, barely containing my t**s or the swell of my ass. The mask covered half my face, a sleek black thing with feathered edges that turned me into a phantom seductress, hiding the girl who moonlighted here to pay the bills. I didn't know who the client was yet, just that he'd dropped big money for privacy, and my boss had shoved me toward the door with a wink.
'Make him beg, Shelby.'
I spun around the pole, legs wrapping tight as I inverted, my p***y grinding against the cool metal through
