My Sword Between The Alpha's Lips
Chapter 26: Maxim’s Pov: Golden Mask

Chapter 26: Maxim’s Pov: Golden Mask

Maxim, wearing girlish attire, hit the stage. At that time, he was placed in the public crowd as a special dancer.

Both male and female clients howled in excitement as Maxim glided onto the pole, doing his usual moves, and waited for the money to shower on him.

After Maxim’s performance, paper money danced in the air and fell on his feet as he bowed. He seductively collected the money before he went backstage.

"It’s good money for a thirty-minute performance," Maxim whispered as he stuffed the paper money in his bag. He was about to rest when Daniel approached him with a sly smile.

"Hey, Maxim," Daniel said playfully. His body was swinging on the side, and his excitement was evident in his eyes.

"What is it?" Maxim raised an eyebrow, knowing Daniel would ask him to do something he might not like.

"I know you’re tired, but a customer is requesting you for a private show," Daniel said softly, his hands rubbing together as he pleaded with Maxim to accept.

Maxim barely accepted a private performance, especially if the customer was a solo. He preferred it in groups or public spaces for safety since others turned aggressive due to alcohol influence.

"How many are they?" Maxim asked, curious as to why Daniel was acting weirdly.

"About that..." Daniel scratched his head. "It’s a solo customer."

Maxim sighed when he heard that sentence. "I won’t accept that," he replied, shaking his head.

"Wait! Hear me out. This client is willing to pay you separately, and I’m not talking about average money. This guy is loaded," Daniel explained, trying to persuade Maxim with cash.

Maxim paused for a few seconds. He glanced at Daniel’s pleading eyes as he tried to consider it.

"How much?" Maxim asked slowly.

Daniel smirked as he finally got Maxim’s attention. "He will pay fifty thousand for you personally."

"Okay, deal," Maxim replied immediately without any hesitation. Fifty thousand would make his life easier in a few months, even without working.

Daniel grinned and silently celebrated since he would get a commission from the client if Maxim agreed.

"Wait... did you just say... He?" Maxim asked as he finally realized that it was a male customer.

"Yes, does it matter?" Daniel asked, furrowing his brow.

"No, but it will be better if it’s a woman," Maxim replied, sighing, as he had found dealing with male customers difficult.

"I’m sure you’ll be fine. You have enough experience, Maxim," Daniel said as he went to inform the other workers to clean and set up the room where the customer would be.

Maxim sat on the chair nearby and drank a lot of water to hydrate himself. He wondered who it was and hoped the customer wasn’t aggressive like the man with a golden mask.

After fifteen minutes, the VIP room was finally ready, and the customer was finally inside, waiting for Maxim to start his performance.

Maxim took a deep breath as he stood up, adjusting his outfit in the mirror. He was no stranger to performing, but private dances always made him more tense, especially when the client was unknown.

"I hope this is worth fifty thousand, Maxim," he whispered to himself, feeling a bit of comfort and confidence in his decision. The promise of fifty thousand was tempting enough for him to push his discomfort aside.

"Maxim, are you prepared?" Daniel approached cheekily. "The room is ready, and he’s there, waiting."

Maxim nodded silently. He walked toward the VIP room with slow, deliberate steps, his heels clicking on the floor. Each click echoed in his ears, and the door loomed before him, guarded by two bouncers who nodded as he approached.

One of them opened it for Maxim without a word.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles illuminating a plush sofa in the center.

On that sofa sat the client— a man dressed in an expensive, tailored suit, legs crossed casually, holding a glass of whiskey.

The client’s face was mostly hidden in the shadows, but Maxim could make out the sharp lines of his jaw and the feeling of his eyes watching Maxim’s every move.

Maxim lowered his head as a sign of being submissive to the client. He went to the mini stage with a pole in the middle as the soft music started echoing, and he was about to begin his performance when the client spoke.

"Maxim," the man greeted, his voice smooth but commanding. He leaned forward slightly, placing the glass on a side table. "I’ve been waiting."

Maxim froze on his spot, his hands inches away from the pole. He turned around with his eyes wide. The voice sounded familiar to him, and goosebumps appeared on his body.

"You..." Maxim muttered, his eyes trying to see what the client looked like in the dark.

"I’m glad you’ve come to work here in this club immediately after entering the pack borders," the client stated, standing up as he got closer to Maxim.

Maxim’s eyes hung open when he saw the client wearing the same gold mask, but that time, it was cut in half and showed half of his lower face. He still wore a robe with a hood covering his hair.

"You’re... the master?" Maxim asked as he put the pieces together and the words the client had said.

"Maybe, who knows, my dear Maxim," the client whispered hoarsely. He stood before Maxim, towering over him with his height. "You smell so good today."

Maxim’s heart raced as the man in the gold mask approached him, his presence overwhelming and unsettling. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with the soft glow of the candlelight, and Maxim instinctively took a step back, his grip on the pole tightening.

’Sh^t! It’s him!’ Maxim cursed in his mind upon remembering the golden masked man he sucked in the carriage and the master who let him enter the pack borders were the same person.

The man chuckled darkly, noticing Maxim’s reaction. "No need to be afraid, dear. I’m just here to enjoy your performance... privately." His voice, though smooth, carried a predatory edge, and the air in the room thickened with tension.