Immobile_By Yvonne Bennett

Lena Rae is a stripper, one that just strips for money, not entertainment. Her life is empty and she knows she can't depend on love, because of what happened years ago. Only her desire for a better life, in spite of the loneliness she knows is her fate, is all she has to cling on to. That is, until he appears.

Akylas Reynolds would have never thought when his friends forced him into a strip club, he would have found the answer to his infliction. Although he was drop dead gorgeous, the war had crippled him in more than just his leg. No, there was a deeper issues that seemed to keep him from experiencing the flames of passion. That is, until he laid eyes on the dancing, brown skinned beauty on the stage. It was something about the woman that stirred his body in ways that no other had managed before.

What will happen when Lena is called to a prestigious, rich neighborhood to do a show, and encounters a dark, handsome man. A man that soon becomes infatuated with her, and is determined to have his IMMOBILE heart beat again?

TAKE A PEEK

CHAPTER ONE

 

24-year-old Lena Rae sat in front of her vanity mirror, getting ready for her set at 'Delicious Selections,' a strip club in Atlanta, Georgia. It was the strip club she worked at; the place where she only came to make money, not comrades. Lena wasn't one of those girls that stripped to strip; Lena only stripped to take care of herself. She stripped at night and went to school in the mornings, bettering herself. Why stripping you might ask? Well, because...it was quick and fast, and she had bills to pay.

 

Living in Atlanta, Georgia was not easy, especially if you lived on your own, with no one to support you. She had school and an apartment to pay for; she needed quick money. Of course, Lena got financial aid from going to community college, but that still wasn't enough. After she paid for classes and book fees, she hardly had any money left for herself. Yes, she tried the traditional job route, but of course, they were looking for someone more experienced than her. She would have been more experienced if...he would have let her live...be free...But, he didn't....

 

Lena pushed the painful thoughts away as she continued getting ready. Reaching out, she grabbed some blush and dusted it on her high cheekbones, then sat the blush back in its place. Retrieving some mascara, Lena dabbed a little over her long lashes, making her brown eyes stand out. Picking up a little natural colored lipstick, she smeared it over her lips neatly, then rubbed them together, making sure the product was deposited evenly. Once she was done with her makeup, she began focusing on her hair. Turning on her flat iron, she waited for a few seconds before bringing it to her soft, wavy hair, straightening it smoothly. After making sure all of her wavy locs were straight, she stood, checking out her blue baby doll ensemble. It was lacy and sheer, showing the outline of her body, but the breast cups were completely covered with ruffles.

 

"Lena, you're on!" suddenly, Channing, the stage manager burst through the dressing room, alerting her.

 

"I'm coming...." she said, giving herself one more once over as Channing nodded, then left. She turned and walked toward the door, heading to the back of the stage. Taking a deep breath, she waited for Channing to introduce her to the roaring crowd out front.

 

"Now, coming to the stage, the delicious, the delectable, sensual.... Lena!!!" she pushed through the curtains of the stage, walking up the steps as the club cheered for her. Ciara's 'Body Party' began to boom through the speakers as Lena started gyrating her hips, moving closer to the pole as she did so. Reaching out, she gripped the pole as Ciara sung to her, pulling her body forward as she swayed her hips seductively. Releasing the pole, she turned around, pressing her back to it as she lifted her arms and rolled her hips. Reaching behind herself, she undid the hooks of her bra, making a big show as she took it off, throwing it over to the edge of the stage, a bald, old man catching it.

 

Men cheered and clapped for her, some throwing money, her conscience laughing at them. Fools. They actually thought she enjoyed doing this for them when in reality, she only did it for the money. Why take a job you didn't enjoy? Again, it was fast money, and it amused her how desperate some of these men were just to see a half-naked woman. She danced against the pole, her body making love to it as if it were an actual man. Once the song was over, she covered her breast as she took a bow, breathing heavily.

 

Exiting through the backstage, she made her way to the dressing room, ready to change out of her set clothing. Once there, she changed into a black lingerie and robe set, putting her blue baby doll in the duffle bag under her vanity. Leaving the dressing room, she made her way to the front, making a beeline towards the bar. Plopping down on a bar stool, she sighed.

 

"Lee, you were wonderful, baby!" she smiled as Mitch, the bartender, praised her. Mitch was also the manager and owner of the bar, but he had a bartender’s license, so he was known to work the bar on most nights.

 

"Thank you, you know I try." she said, shrugging her shoulders.

 

"Nah, baby, it comes naturally to you, you're a natural sex goddess. All you did was take off your bra, and you had these knuckleheads going crazy. You're magical, babe!" Mitch told her, shaking his head, which caused her to roll her eyes.

 

"I'm not magical, they're just stupid." she huffed, then chuckled. Mitch shook his head then proceeded to take her order. Lena ordered a scotch on the rocks, with only two cubes of ice. Once Mitch brought it over to her, she guzzled it down, then slammed the glass on the bar counter, sighing.

 

"Time to get to work!" she said, hopping off of the stool. Turning, she looked around the club, trying to find a patron that wasn't already with one of her coworkers. Lena wasn't the type to make friends on the job. She spoke to her colleagues, of course, but she didn't make friends with them. Making friends with people that hardly knew you, but wanted to know all your business, was not the idea.

 

She knew because she went through it. Spotting a patron that wasn't preoccupied, she sauntered over, fake, sexy smile on her face.

 

"Hey, big boy, need some company?" she asked, watching in amusement as the man blushed furiously. He was a typical patron. Nice suit, big watch, expensive shoes and completely smitten with her.

 

"L-L-Lena? Hi... Sit down, please!" he said, making space for her.

"Well, don't mind if I do..." she said, taking a seat.

"You were amazing, Lena, I couldn't take my eyes off of you." the man said, cooing to her, making Lena's stomach churn.

"Thank you, what's your name, handsome?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

"Donovan, it's Donovan," the man she now knew as Donovan said.

"That's a very robust name, Donovan; I like it. Do you come here often?" she asked him, beginning to play with his fingers that were clasped together.

"Yes, but only to see you, Lena," Donovan said, gazing into her eyes deeply.

"Oh, is that so? Do you enjoy my sets?" she asked, honestly wanting to know.

"Yes, you're wonderful, but," Donovan froze, causing Lena to raise a brow.

"But, what, Donovan?" she questioned in fake sincerity.

"But, I don't like it. I wish you wouldn't just showcase your body to these pigs. Lena, I love you.  I really love you," Donovan said tenderly as Lena tried hard not to roll her eyes. How many times had a patron professed their love to her? Thousands. But, she knew it wasn't love, just infatuation.

"And, when did you first find this out?" Lena asked curiously, deciding to toy with Donovan.

 

"When I first saw you on stage. You were so beautiful. I knew I had to have you for myself. Lena, you don't have to do this. I'm a wealthy man, and I can take care of you. All you have to do is be with me," Donovan said, making Lena's brain take a trip to the past.

"Let me take care of you, Lena. Let me make you happy. Let me love you," Tanner, her first love said, holding her tightly.

"Tanner, I don't know. We just met, and I feel like everything is moving so fast. Please, give me time to think." she pleaded, looking into his eyes as she caressed his cheek.

"Lena, I just want you to move in with me! I hate living so far from you! Why won't you just agree?" Tanner said sadly.

"Because if I move in with you, I have to quit my job, and I'm not ready for that. I just moved out of my parent's house, and I want to be independent, Tanner, I don't want to depend on you." she told him truthfully.

"But, babe, I want you to depend on me! I want you to need me! I'll take care of you, Lena. You'll never have to worry about anything," Tanner told her lovingly, stroking her long hair.

"Will I be able to keep my job? I mean, are you willing to take me every day?" she asked, causing Tanner to nod adamantly.

"I'll think about it, Tanner. Nothing's set in stone. And, I have to talk to my parents, okay?" she said honestly, then smiled a little, leaning in to kiss him.

"Lena? Lena?" Lena blinked her eyes rapidly, coming back to reality.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Donovan, but I can't. It's not permitted for patrons and employees to date; it creates problems. I'm very sorry, sweetie, but if I weren't working here, I'd take you up on that offer." she lied, reaching out to rub his chin gently.

"But, Lena, I love you, I can take care you," Donovan said as Lena pulled her hand away, then stood, smiling sadly.

 

"I know you can, honey, but I don't want to be taken care of," she said, then turned and walked off, toward the bar. How many times had Tanner said that? How many times had he promised he would take care of her. Love her, but, he didn't. He turned into a monster.

Her eyes fluttered as she raced to the bar, needing a drink desperately. Taking a seat at the bar, she called Mitch over.

"Hey, kid, you alright?" he asked, voice filled with concern.

"Yea, just get me another scotch, please," she finished, being polite.

Lena wasn't going to take out her frustrations on Mitch. He was so sweet to her. He never gave her any crap for not speaking to the other girls, which she was thankful for, and, he didn't mind her drinking on the job. She smiled sadly as Mitch threw her a tight smile, then went about making her drink. Placing it in front of her, he leaned against the edge of the bar, rocking slowly.

"I know you're a little bit...frazzled right now, but I got a call from a client, and he wants a girl to do a show for him and a few of his friends." he told her, making her roll her eyes in aggravation.

"What's Tamika doing, can't she go?" Lena asked, speaking of one of the most requested girls at the club.

"Nah, she's already doing a private show in the back." Mitch rebutted, shaking his head.

"What about Nancy? I'm sure she wants to make a little extra money." Lena said, grabbed her scotch, drinking it down. She wanted the extra money, but she'd rather make her extra money here, at the club. She didn't trust doing private dances at clients’ home; God knows what could happen.

"Nancy's about to do a set, so she can't. Come one, Lena! You know you need the money," Mitch chided, making her frown.

She did need the money actually. Her cable bill was past due because she had to pay the electric bill and didn't have money to pay both, so she paid the bill that was most past due, which was the electric bill.  On top of that, she was also backed up on rent. She put forth all her money toward bills, so why weren't they all paid off; because she wasn't making enough money.

"Alright, where am I headed?" she sighed in defeat, then asked.

"Out in Cumming," her eyes grew large as Mitch spoke.

What!?! But, that's like twenty miles from here!

"Mitch, you know I can't go all the way out there! By the time I get back, this place will be closed! How am I supposed to get your money to you, hmm?" she questioned, talking with her hands frantically.

"Lena, calm down. The client said he'd pay you extra for your travel and you can keep the money overnight, then give it to me in the morning, ok? I trust you," Mitch said softly, giving her googly eyes.

 Lena huffed and shook her head, knowing that tonight was going to belong. Getting up, she walked to the back of the club to prepare, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor of the club.

Coming to the dressing room, she opened the door and stepped in, going over to her vanity. She bent down and grabbed her duffle bag, then fixed her posture, opening the bag. Looking inside, she made sure she had wipes, body wash, condoms and an extra pair of street clothing, for when she was finished with her outside client. Deciding not to change, she gave herself a once over before throwing her duffle bag over her shoulder and making her way toward the door of the dressing room.

Lena huffed in a tired manner as her cab pulled up to a gorgeous three-story house. It was white with pillars holding up the top and bottom half of the house, giving it a very presidential feel. It was very grand with its manicured lawn and bird fountain. It was certainly nice.

 

Rolling her eyes, she reached out, pushing the cab door open and got out. Mitch had already paid for her fare here, but her client was most certainly paying her way back. She walked up the cobblestone path that led to the house, feeling strange. This was her first private show outside of 'Delicious Selections,' so she was very nervous, very nervous.

Coming to the door, she lifted a fist and knocked timidly. Swallowing hard as she heard a noise behind the door, she braced herself, putting on a fake, seductive smile. The door opened, revealing a red-haired freckled face man, about in his late thirties. Lena tried to hide her surprise, but she couldn't. She tilted her head to the side as she took in his features, never remembering to have the pleasure of seeing a redhead.

"Surprised? My teachers use to say my brother, and I were the devil!" the redhead laughed, making her fidget furiously from being caught staring.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she stammered, looking down at his dress shoes. They were alligator skin...Hmm, fancy.

"How about you come in, so we can get the party started, hmm?" the redhead said, reaching out for her and pulling her through the threshold to her surprise.

"My name's Paul, by the way. What's yours, gorgeous?" Paul asked hand pressed deeply into the small of her back.

"Uh, I, Lena.... Lena is my name. It's very pleased to meet you, Paul." she stammered, then collected herself, finishing politely.

"Well, do you sing, Lena, like your namesake?" Paul questioned, referring to Lena Horne as he guided her through the living room, toward the den, where the party was being hosted.

"Uh, no, I don't, I have a terrible voice," Lena said, giggling nervously as they came to stand in front of a den, lights low inside the room.

 

"But, you do have a beautiful body, now don't you?" Paul asked seductively, running a finger up her chin.

 Lena swallowed hard, feeling strange. She was about to dance for a room full of horny man, without her fellow dancers, without Mitch, without protection.

"I, um, have to go change so that I can get comfortable. Where's the bathroom?" She asked in a tight voice, her palms sweating.

"Sure, of course! It's right down the hall, to the left." Paul said, pointing to the entrance of the corridor that was only a few feet away.

"Ok, thank you. I'll only be a second," Lena reassured, getting ready to turn, but Paul stopped her.

"Don't take too long, Beautiful. We can't wait to see that body of yours," he said, eyes filled with desire.

He released Lena's as she heated feverishly, turning to head to the bathroom. Lena made her way to the bathroom, following Paul's directions. Once there, she changed into a baby blue bra and panty set; she kept concealed in the side pocket of her duffle bag, in case she ran out of outfits on the nights she worked. Each girl at 'Delicious Selections' did about two shows a night and worked the floor, so they needed extra changing clothes. Opening her black robe, she pulled it off, then took off her black lingerie set, exchanging it for her baby blue set.

Bending down and taking off her black heels, she threw them in the bag, then began to rustle around in it, looking for her pepper spray. She pulled it out and kissed it, then put it back in her duffle bag, zipping it up. Throwing it over in the corner, she turned toward the mirror and looked at her reflection.

Ok, here goes nothing.

Stepping toward the bathroom door. She opened it and stepped out, closing the door behind herself. Walking down the hall, then turning the corridor, she came back to the living room, gazing at the den nervously. Taking cautious steps forward, she came to stand in front of the den, her heart beating quickly.

"So, this must be her? You weren't lying when you said she was stunning, Paul." Suddenly a redhead appeared, similar to Paul, but not him.

"Yes, brother, she's quite a delicious creature," Paul popped up out of nowhere, making her place a hand over her heart. Trying to steady her breathing, she took in the two men before her. They were twins; redheaded freckled face twins. Wow, double shock!

 

"Lena, this is my brother Phillip. He was wondering about what was taking you so long?" Paul said, reaching out for her, running a finger down her arm.

"I, Uh, was just taking a breather," Lena said tensely, then swallowed as the twins smiled at her devilishly.

"No need to be nervous, love, we just want you to dance for us.... all three of us,"  Phillip said huskily, making her skin hum.

Wait, there was another twin? Lena furrowed her brow as Paul dropped his finger from her arm. Grabbing her hand as Phillip did the same to her other,  they guided her into the den gently. Lena's eyes strained against the darkness of the room, trying to look around. Her eyes landed on a couch in the middle of the room, seeing a figure looming against the center. She strained more, her eyes adjusting to the lighting somewhat.

***END OF SAMPLE***
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