One Night Stand with a Two-Faced Stripper

Diamond's POV

"You're late again," Mrs. Morgan's voice made me stop in my tracks as she frowned at me. She was the club's manager and responsible for keeping everything intact. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I was busy with some important stuff," I replied. 

"Well, that's up to you because your tip would be deducted. Anyway,  you have a VIP customer waiting for you upstairs, so you better go get dressed. Hurry up; time is money," Mrs. Morgan snapped, her impatience evident in her tone. 

Hearing that, I rushed to the dressing room, grabbing my costume and slipping it on quickly. It was tight and revealing, designed to accentuate my curves and draw attention to my body. I didn't like wearing it, but it was part of the job. 

I started working as a stripper when my father fell ill after he lost his company to scammers. He had signed some documents without reading them. I worked at so many places, but the pay wasn't enough for his medication, so I saw that the club needed strippers, and the pay was good, so I took it, not minding anything. 

I just didn't want my dad to die. I've been working so hard to get money for his treatment while my stepmother and sister sat at home doing nothing to help. If only they knew how hard I work every single day, maybe they would understand. But I knew they wouldn't. 

I had been upgraded to the VIP level because of my physical appearance and how well I render my services, with so many VIP customers requesting that I attend to them. My face was always covered by a mask, keeping my identity a secret. It was a necessary precaution.

I took a deep breath and headed upstairs to meet my customer. I tried to put on a brave face, but my nerves were getting the best of me. I had kept him waiting and wouldn't want a situation where he rates me poorly because that would cost me my tip for the night. 

The red light in the room was dim and seductive, setting the mood for what was about to happen. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on me as I entered. 

He was tall and imposing, with a stern expression that sent a shiver down my spine.  I could tell that he was used to getting what he wanted, and I knew that this encounter was going to be a bit difficult, but I've met more difficult customers. 

Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to him, trying to keep my composure. "What do you want, sir?" I said in my usually sexy voice as I watched him stand up, moving closer to me. "The normal routine; I heard you're the best here, so take me to Cloud 9 Damsel," he held my waist, whispering in my ears. 

My heart pounded in my chest as