’ Maxwell announced it loudly as he pushed her in the direction of the front door. Just as he got to the driveway his mother came running. ‘Wait M...ax!’ she breathlessly pressed a few notes into Sharon’s hands. ‘Thank you for your services dear. I must use you again sometime.’ Sharon smiled. ‘The pleasure was all mine, Mrs. Kirkland.’ Without ceremony Maxwell propelled her towards the pickup in the driveway. Wordlessly she got in and they were off. Sharon glanced at the dashboard. It showed. She didn't even know if he could've seen her, given how dark the club was. She turned on her stool and looked back up at the stage. And there, once again were those eyes. No doubt this time that they were on her. No one else was around. She met his gaze, and everything seemed to fall out of focus. The music softened and the corners of Lena's vision dulled. A rush of heat went from the top of the head straight to the apex of her thighs, and she let out a soft groan. She squeezed her legs. Before I met my husband I used to podium dance in Nightclubs and on the odd occasion would earn extra money doing the odd striptease normally for private functions, Rugby clubs or Bachelor parties. Once I met my husband I left that hedonistic lifestyle behind and settled into what I thought would be wedded bliss. This seemed ok to me until I got my head turned.The first time my head was turned was at a company function where my husband worked.It was being held in a swanky out of town hotel.. As the guys played, you could tell that some had skills and others were promising. I got caught up in the game and lost sense of those around me, after nearly an hour of watching the game I became conscious that some one had sat down behind me and had position their self so that it appeared I was between his legs. I started to move and looked back, my blood ran cold, their sat Daniel smiling at me. Before I could recoil, Daniel reached out and gripped my shoulder in a vise like grip. 'Don't.