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Pleasure Dancer_By T.M. Pigatt

Ija Hamilton
I would have never thought that I would become a stripper a.k.a Pleasure Dancer but that’s exactly what I am. I step on stage and sway my hips and body, putting men under a trance. They spend their money while I show my body. With my past, you would never thought that I would be able to do this. That was then. Now I have to do what I have to do. My beloved grandfather is sick, and I need money to take care of him. I think that I'm stripping in front of strangers, but one pair of eyes belongs to my attacker, coming back for me.

Nickolas Walton
When my brother and I opened Super Nova, we both agreed that getting involved with the Pleasure Dancers would be a big mistake.That didn’t matter to me the moment Ija walked on stage to do her thing. I watched as she moved her body to the music, putting every man under her spell. I became hard as a rock the moment she started to move. I try my hardest to ignore the feelings I was having towards her, but they are too strong. Something tells me that she is hiding something. Little does she know that I won’t allow that to stop me from getting what I want...and what I want is HER!

TAKE A PEEK INSIDE!!

Chapter One

Ija

I’m sitting here in this lightly dimmed room at the nursing home watching my grandfather Augustus Dubrey sleep. The morphine drip that the doctors have him hooked up to for the pain has helped him sleep. The lung cancer that he was diagnosed with last year has been eating him alive very quickly.

    As I sat there in the chair in the corner of the room, watching him, my eyes became heavy from my long shift at the diner. My eyes fall shut, and my mind rewinds back to that horrible night a year ago.

    “It was late, and the darkness has blanketed the streets. Instead of waiting for my friend and co-worker, Nicole Parker, I left while she closed the diner. I stepped out onto the streets and walked the dark path that I always take to go home. Midway, I got a feeling that someone was following me, but I saw no one and heard no footsteps, so I kept walking. The feeling got stronger, the further I moved down the street. I picked up the pace trying my hardest not to let my mind play tricks on me, but as I passed another block, I found that my mind was not playing tricks on me.

    Two hands with black gloves grab me from behind. One covers my mouth, while the other went around my waist, lifting me off the ground. I struggled as much as I could, but the hold on me was too firm. The figure that has grabbed me pulls me into a nearby alley and throws me to the ground. I hit my head hard which caused me to be semi-conscious.

    The man on top of me was dressed in all black. His face and everything was covered. The most visible parts of his body were his mouth and those piercing grey eyes. I tried to fight him off, but it’s way too hard because I didn’t have all my strength due to the blow to my head. He took advantage of that by working quickly to get my waitress dress up over my hips. Once he’d done that he unbuttons his pants and forces my legs open, I tried to scream, but he places one hand over my mouth while using the other to grab his dick and shove it into me hard. I lift my head, but he slammed it back down to the ground once again. I felt the pain of him forcing himself into me three times before I blacked out.

    I woke up on the ground with my dress still wrapped around my waist and my ripped panties still lying beside me. I’m alone in the ally that he dragged me to. I got myself off the ground. The moment I lifted my head a shooting pain spread throughout my body. My legs were shaky as I stood. There was pain between my legs as I tried to walk. I decided as I tried to move that I won’t let whoever did this to me get away. I picked up my ripped panties and ambled down the street while holding onto the walls of buildings as I passed. I walk past my home and into the police station. I collapsed soon as I got past the double glass doors. A woman officer who was sitting behind a counter ran over to me to help. “Some help, over here?” she screamed.

    I fought against everyone's hand on me. There touch felt like another violation to me. The woman officer pushed the men officers off of me after she saw the look in my eyes. She helped me into an interrogation room. She sat in the seat before me.

    “Would you like some water or something else to drink?” she asked.

    “Water would be fine.”

    The lady officer left, and a male officer enters the room. He placed a notepad on the table and extended his hands to me “my name is Detective Mick Larson.”

    I look at Det. Larson without shaking his hand. I took in his features. He was tall, about 6 feet or 6’1 with sandy brown hair, trusting blue eyes, and model looks. Once he understood that I wasn't going to shake his hand, he pulled it back and sat in the seat across the table. The lady officer brought me a cup of water. She passed it to me then ask, “would you like for me to stay with you?” I shook my head yes.

    The detective looked upset, but I could care less.

    “Can you tell me your name?” Det. Larson asked.

    I cleared my throat “my name is Ija Hamilton.”

    “Okay Ms. Hamilton, can you please tell me what happen to you? I see that your clothes are ripped.”

    “I was—.” I stop because the word was stuck in my throat. Saying it made it all too real for me, but I know I had no other choice but to speak the words. “I was rapped.” I spit out.

    “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you know who your attacker was? Did you get a look at him?’

    “No. He was dressed in all black from head to toe. I saw his eyes and they were grey.”

    “That’s a good start. Can you tell me what happened and start from the beginning?”

    I sat there and told a man about my attacker the other man and what he did to me, but the whole time I was looking at the lady officer who sat next to me. Right now, it’s hard to trust another man after what happened to me. I finished my story, then Det. Larson informed me that we needed to go to the hospital to do a rape kit. The last thing I wanted was another person touching me but what was I to do? If I want to catch the bastard that did this to me, then the cops needed evidence against my attacker.

    Det. Larson and the lady officer who name was Officer Daniel drove me to the local hospital. There I laid on the hospital bed with my legs up and had the doctor stuck swabs inside of me to get my attacker’s semen. Officer Daniel stayed in the room with me and held my hand. Once they were finished with that, I had to stand there, and let them take pictures of me naked so that they could document my bruises. The process to me was cold and unforgiving but necessary. It was time to go, and the hospital gave me some scrubs to go home in because my uniform had to be tested and left with them along with the ripped underwear that I saved. The officers dropped me off at home and left me with their numbers letting me know to call them if I remembered or need anything.

I walked into the house that I shared with the only person who has ever loved me in this world, my grandfather. He was sleeping in the chair in the living room when I entered the house. I can tell he’s been waiting for me. I placed my keys on the table. My grandfather wakes up. “I was starting to worry about you, My Dear. Did something happen?”

    “No. Just running late that’s all.” There was no way I was going to tell him what happened. He might get upset and start looking for whoever did this to me.

“Why are you dressed like that? He asked.

“I spilled coffee on my uniform, and Nicole found these in the back so, I put them on so I could walk home.”

“Where’s your uniform?”

“I must have forgotten it at the diner. I have another one it will be okay.”

My grandfather gets up from his chair and walks over to me “are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, but you don’t look so good.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Let’s have a seat.”

My grandfather and I walk back into the living room. We both take our seats.

“Baby girl, you know I love you more than anything in this world, and I want nothing but the best for you, with that being said I want to go live in a nursing home.”

My heart shattered. First, I was rapped, now the only person who has ever loved me wants to leave me.

“Why do you want to leave me?” I said crying.

“I don’t want to leave you. Shit, I’m doing this wrong. You know that I have been fighting this lung cancer and well. I’m not going to win the battle.”

“Don’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“Baby girl, the doctor confirmed it for me today, and I can feel it. It’s hard for me to work and keep up with things.”

“That doesn’t mean that you have to go to a nursing home. I can take care of you. Please don’t leave me.”

Through all my tears I could see a tear roll down my grandfather handsome brown face. “Baby girl, it saddens me to know that I have to leave. I wish that I could leave here knowing that your mother and father would be here for you, but they have chosen otherwise, and that’s their loss because you are amazing. It has been a pleasure raising you. I know you didn’t always get the love that you deserve with your grandmother blaming you, for messing up your mother’s life, but I still hoped that my love would be enough.”

“It has been. You have been everything to me. My grandfather, and my biggest cheerleader but most of all you have been a great daddy to me.”

“I have always done what I thought was right for you, and I will continue to do that until I draw my last breath. That’s why I want to go into a home. You are young, and it’s time to start your life on your terms. My insurance with pay for Brightwood Nursing home.”

“No, you can’t go there. They are horrible there.”

“That’s the only one I can afford.”

“I will take care of you.”

“No, and I mean it.” My grandfather yelled.

“Fine then, but you must go to Springwood Nursing Home. They are closer and better.”

“How am I supposed to afford that. I can’t, and I already settle things with Brightwood Nursing Home. I have also signed the house over to you. You can sell it or not. You also have power of attorney for when I can’t speak for myself.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Stop crying. I know you don’t, and I don’t want to, but it’s time. I’m old, and my body doesn’t work the way it should, but I will always be watching over you. I could never really leave you so stop crying. Go out and live.”

I stopped crying and walked upstairs to my room. Little does he knows, but I’m not going to let him go to that rundown nursing home. If he’s going, then Springwood Nursing home will be the one.


 

 

 

     

Chapter Two

Ija

I felt someone shaking me. I woke to a pair of grey eyes, looking at me, with a man standing over me. Just for a second, I felt scared until I realize that I was in my grandfather’s room. I looked at the man standing next to me again and noticed that it was my friend, the male nurse, Jeremy Walker.

“Girl, what is going on with you? Were you dreaming about some strong, handsome man rocking your boat because for a moment you were moaning.” Jeremy stated with his hands on his hips. Jeremy and I have been friends for a little over a year. He’s one of the few men that I can deal with. I guess it’s because I know he can never be into me since he likes men as well. He’s flamboyant, but all male if you step to him in the wrong way.

“I was not moaning,” I stated while moving the covers that was spread out over my body.

“If you say so. You were making some kind of noise.”

“Just because a person makes noise in their dreams doesn’t mean that they are moaning or having a wet dream.”

“Whatever you say, Darling.”

I sat up in the chair and stretch my hands above my head.

“How long have you been here?” Jeremy asked.

“Not long. I went home when I left the diner to change my clothes; then I came straight over here.”

“You know you can’t waste your life away watching him waste away.”

“It’s not wasting my life, and he’s not wasting away,” I yelled a little too loud.

Jeremy grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me to face him. “You know I would never say anything that would hurt you, but you need to face the facts. Your grandfather isn’t long for this world.”

I snatched my shoulders out of his grasp. “You think I don’t know that. You think that I can’t see him dying a little every day. I hate seeing him in this bed. I hate watching cancer eat away at him, but he never gave up on me, so I’m not going to give up on him.”

“No one said you have to give up on him, but he wants you to start living your life so that you won’t be alone when he dies.”

“Who says I’m alone. I have you, Nicole, and Janice.”

“Girl we can’t compare to some good old fashion dick. You need a man who can wrap his strong, muscular arms around you after he’s done laid it down the right way.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What the hell do you two got going on in here?” My friend Janice said when she walked in.

“I was giving our girl some fine point on what dick can do for her,” Jeremy announced.

“If anyone should know, it’s you,” Janice said with a laugh. I love watching these two because secretly Janice has a crush on Jeremy, even though she knows hit bats for the other team. I can understand because Jeremy does have the cute boy next door look down pack when he’s not flaunting his more feminine side.

Janice is a real looker as well. She has long brown hair down to her ass, and it’s all hers. Her skin has a golden tan, thanks to her being bi-racial. Her breasts are huge, while her waist is small, and her legs go on forever. They wonder why I can never get a man. Who would look at me, with Janice standing beside me?

“Anyway, I came to get you, Ija. Mrs. Evans would like to speak with you.” Janice states.

“This late?” I asked.

“Yeah. Meet us down in the cafeteria when you finish.”

“I don’t know Janice maybe I should come back up here just in case he wakes up.”

“I’m here to check on him as well, and I doubt he’s going to wake up. He was up most of the day, and then the pain started to get to him, and that’s why he has the morphine drip. That will keep him sleeping throughout the night.”

“Just come down for a quick cup of coffee,” Jeremy stated.

“Fine. I’ll see you as soon as I finish with Mrs. Evans.” I stated before walking out the room. I walked down the hall until I reached the elevators. I pressed the button to call the elevator down. Once it arrived, I stepped inside and pressed the button for the third floor. I stepped out when the bell rung, and the doors opened. I walked down the hall and into an office that says, “Nursing Home Director” on it. I knocked on the door and heard Mrs. Evans yell for me to come in.

“Have a seat Ms. Hamilton.”

I took my seat that was in front of Mrs. Evans.

“Your account has been brought to my attention.”

“I know that I’m late on a few payments and I’m trying my best to make it up by working more at the diner.”

“I respect that Ms. Hamilton, but you are more than a few payments behind, and you seem to keep dodging my calls.”

“I’m sorry about that. Like I said, I’m at work most of the time.”

“Bottom line is this, if you don’t start catching up soon, we will be forced to send your grandfather over to the Brightwood Nursing home.”

“No, please don’t do that. I will find a way to catch on my payments.”

“You do that.”

I left Mrs. Evan’s office feeling defeated. I had no idea how I was going to catch up and pay for my grandfather to live here. I can’t let them send him to that other nursing home. They may kill him before his time. I made my way to the cafeteria where I saw Jeremy and Janice sitting at a table. I walked over to the coffee pot that was sitting in the corner. I got my free cup of coffee and then off to my friends.

“How did it go?” Janice asked me as I took a seat next to her.

“Not good. Mrs. Evans wants me to catch up on the bill, and she means soon.”

“That’s another bitch that needs some dick.” Jeremy states with a smirk.

“You know she’s married, right?” Janice asks.

“So, I bet you her pussy is so dried out that it’s dry rotted.”

I nearly choked on my coffee, as I spit it out after what Jeremy said. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know for a guy, you always talking about getting laid, I don’t see you with a man.” Janice challenge Jeremy.

“Just because you don’t see one doesn’t mean there isn’t one. I have my full of them, but you bitches seem to be having a dry spell. Ija acts like she closed up shop and you My Dear.” Jeremy says while looking at Janice. “You’re drooling over a man that likes steak over fish.”

Janice turns bright red from what Jeremy said. We thought that he didn’t know, but I guess the jokes on us. I wonder how long he has known. Janice stomped away from the table. I’m not sure, but I believe she was crying. I turn to Jeremy “that was some cold shit.” He shrugs his shoulder. I got up from the table and returned to my grandfather’s room. I really don’t want to get between them right now.

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