My Boss is a Male Stripper

Laura's POV.

I made my way to my tiny office. My desk was piled with papers, sticky notes, and an old coffee mug from yesterday's marathon of errands.

A few weeks passed, and I got used to working at Premium Trust. It's supposed to be a place where my dreams come true, but for me, it felt like a list of tasks.

The phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Ms. Thompson, the executive assistant.

"Laura, could you please get Mr. Finch a latte? Make it a double shot with extra foam. Oh, and grab something for yourself too," Ms. Thompson said cheerfully.

"Sure thing, Ms. Thompson. I'm on it," I replied, trying not to sound pissed. I didn't want to meet the CEO. I had heard that Mr. Finch is strict and never smiles. No one wants to get on his bad side, especially not me because it was hard to get this job.

After waiting in a long line at the coffee shop, I returned to the office and knocked on my boss’s door. I heard a cold voice saying, "Come in."

I opened the door and stepped inside, gasping at how beautiful the office was. Polished wood floors, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city, and sleek, minimalist furniture, it screamed power and authority. This was my first time inside Mr. Finch's office.

"Are you going to stand there until my coffee gets cold?" His sharp tone snapped me out of my daze.

I quickly walked to his desk, placing the coffee on his table. "Here you go, sir. I—"

He raised a hand to silence me, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine for the first time. My breath hitched.

He was… well, there was no polite way to put it, intimidatingly gorgeous. Strong jawline, short dark hair, and a presence so commanding it felt like the air had shifted in the room.

"Sit down, Laura," he commanded curtly, motioning to the chair opposite him.

My heart beat in my chest as I obeyed. He leaned back in his chair, picking up the coffee and taking a slow sip before placing the cup down.

"This is your first day, isn't it?"

"No, Mr. Finch. I've spent ten days in this company, " I replied softly, unsure where this was going.

"Interesting," he murmured, his tone laced with mockery.

"You've managed to cause more chaos ten than some employees do in a year."

I blinked, my stomach dropping."I....what do you mean, sir?"

His jaw tightened. He picked up a file from his desk and slid it toward me. "This. Tell me you didn't think it was a good idea to send this to Vanguard Industries."

I froze. My eyes darted to the file, recognizing the quarterly strategy report. My heart stopped as I realized my mistake. "I… Oh no. I… I didn't mean to—" I stammered.

"Didn't mean to?" His voice rose, and I shrank in my seat.

"Do you think I have time for excuses? That report contains information we've spent months developing. Now it's in the hands of our competition."

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. He shook his head, disgust evident on his face.

"I don't care if you're new, Laura. This is unacceptable. Do you know how much damage this could cause?" He stood, towering over me, his presence suffocating.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't fire you right now."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. My hands clenched into fists as I forced myself to look him in the eye. "Because I can fix it, sir. Let me fix it."

His eyebrows rose, and for a moment, he seemed surprised. Then his expression hardened again.

"You've got until the end of the day," he said coldly, returning to his seat. "If I don't see results, you're done. Now get out."

I nodded quickly, rising from the chair. "Yes, Mr. Finch. Thank you for giving me a chance."

As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me. "And Laura?"

I paused, glancing back nervously. "Don't make me regret this or you lose your job."

I nodded again and hurried out of his office.

The day went on and on with me running errands, making copies, and organizing files. I was able to clear all my mistakes, and hopefully, I won't make any mistakes again throughout my stay in this office.

That evening, Kora texted me, insisting we celebrate at a club called 'Sin City'.

“I don't do clubs,” I protested.

“You do tonight. It's my birthday!” she replied.

Reluctantly, I agreed, knowing I couldn't say no to Kora.

I couldn't argue with her. You can never win against Kora. And maybe I did need a break, even if it meant stepping out of my comfort zone.

The day went on and on with me running errands, making copies, and organizing files. I'm the one who keeps everything running smoothly without any recognition.

At five o'clock, I quickly packed up and headed home. After a shower and a quick dinner, I headed over to Kora's place.

"I got us entry passes to one of the most luxurious and exclusive clubs in the city," she said excitedly.

"A club?"

"Sin City is worth it, babe. I've heard nothing but good things. Have you seen their strippers online? It's trending, and I managed to get us in. It's my birthday, you can't say no. Remember, you agreed to celebrate," she said, bouncing with excitement. "You might even meet someone to finally pop your cherry," she teased.

"I'm not giving myself to a total stranger," I said defensively, and she laughed. "Kora, I don't feel comfortable in places like that."

"Oh, come on. You'll have a great time, I promise," she urged me, giving me those puppy eyes no one could resist.

"Fine, but I'm not staying long," I said, and she got so excited I almost changed my mind.

Kora couldn't stop talking about the male strippers at the exclusive club.

"Sin City," even the name sounds mysterious and a bit scary.

We arrived at the club late. The loud music and flashing lights made me feel out of place.

I noticed couples making out and dancing close together. The place wasn't too crowded since it was an exclusive club. I even spotted a few famous faces. I almost asked Kora how she got the tickets, but I was too shocked by what I saw next.

The waiters and waitresses were practically naked, only wearing small pieces to cover the front. They had masks on their faces, and I couldn't hide my surprise.

On stage, a female stripper was dancing sensually on a pole as the crowd cheered.

"Welcome to Sin City!" Kora yelled excitedly, laughing. I was glued to the scene in front of me.

“I'll get us drinks,” Kora yelled, disappearing into the club.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd roared as a male performer took the stage. Dressed in a mask and leather pants, he moved with an intoxicating move. Water poured from above, glistening on his chiselled body as he danced. The dance looks very sexual and attractive.

For reasons I couldn't explain, my eyes stayed glued to him. There was something magnetic about him, something… familiar.

After the show, curiosity got the better of me. I found myself backstage, my heart racing as I followed him to a dressing room.

He walked into one of the dressing rooms, and it seemed like he knew someone was following him. I hid behind a dressing table, holding my breath. He came out and went into another room.

I quietly followed and entered the room after him. He must have felt my presence because he turned around, but this time without his mask.

As he turned around, my breath caught.

“Mr. Finch?”

I stumbled and almost fell from who I was seeing in front of me.

It was none other than my boss, the CEO of Premium Trust "BRYAN FINCH."

LAURA POV.

The sound of me stumbling back caught his attention, and he narrowed in my direction. His gaze was just too hot and intimidating that I nearly fainted from his gaze.

When he turned and spotted me, his expression darkened.

“Ms. Laura,” he said, his voice dangerously low.

"I... I don't...," I stammered, my mind racing to find an excuse, but the fear paralyzing me held my thoughts captive. I tried to escape, but just like the speed of light, I was caged in between him and the wall from behind. His hot breath hit my neck from behind.

“Come here,” he ordered, cutting me off.

My feet moved before my brain could catch up, carrying me closer to him.

My heart beat crazily against my chest as I felt him so close, with his manhood directly making contact with my butt.

"You don't get to leave so fast Ms.Laura," his thick husky voice made me wet on my panties almost instantly.

How did he manage to get my name after our first encounter? I had never felt so flushed in my entire life as I turned towards him with cheeks as red as tomatoes. He had a silly smirk on his face.

"You don't get to leave until we have this conversation," he declared, as he bolted the door of the changing room, and walked towards the table while shamelessly taking off his belt like I wasn't in front of him.

If I used to think Mr Finch looked handsome in his office, then I wasn't ready for how dreamy the man looked half naked with his pants dangerously below his waist. Especially his eyes, the man looked almost unreal.

"I don't think I have anything to discuss with you, sir," I stuttered as my eyes moved from the stud on his ears to the diamond rings on his fingers.

“You saw too much,” he said, his eyes locked on mine intimidatingly.

“I swear, I won't tell anyone,” I blurted out, panic seeping into my voice.

He studied me for a moment, then smirked. “You'd better not. For your sake.”

He continued, "It is not a surprise that you know who I am. After all, I believe we have met," as he tucked both hands in the pocket of his pants.

"I work for you, and I was the one that brought you coffee...." I responded, and he raised his eyebrows. He didn't seem to be intrigued by the information.

He chuckled softly, the sound both mocking and unnervingly captivating. "Do you think your little errand matters to me? You've seen too much, Ms. Laura. That alone makes this very personal."

His words were a warning, and I didn't miss the threat laced in them. Still, the question nagging at me escaped before I could stop it.

"Why would someone like you, wealthy and powerful, need to strip at a club? It doesn't make sense," I blurted out.

His expression darkened instantly, his gaze icy as he took a threatening step closer. "It's not supposed to make sense to you because it's none of your business!"

I flinched at his tone, but the stubborn part of me refused to back down. "It may not be my business, but I saw you," I said, my voice shaking.

His jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, he seemed caught off guard. Then he let out a humourless laugh. "Blackmail? How predictable."

"I didn't say that!" I retorted quickly, but he was already advancing on me.

"People like you," he sneered, his voice dripping with hatred. "Always clawing for an advantage, scrambling for scraps, thinking you can rise above your station."

"Maybe I am," I shot back, my heart beating rapidly.

"The world revolves around those who take what they want," he said, his smirk growing.

"And people like you that are scrambling for scraps will never understand that." he completely.

"Excuse me," I muttered, attempting to take control of the situation, though the smirk on his face told me he wasn't fooled.

"I will not resign," I informed.

"Why, if I may ask?" Mr Finch laughed, and asked, as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"If you're planning to syphon more money from me, then you clearly don't know who you're messing with," he uttered.

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes narrowing as though he were sizing me up. Then he smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent a chill down my spine.

"Very well," he said finally. "Let's make a deal."

"A deal?" I echoed, my voice barely steady.

"Yes," he replied. "You keep quiet about what you saw tonight, and I'll..." He trailed off, leaning in so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. "Let you keep your precious job."

I felt my breath hitch as his lips brushed against my ear. "But don't think for a second that I trust you, Ms. Laura. I'll be watching."

I hated the fact that I wasn't controlling my emotions around this arrogant man.

"Get out!" He snapped, and I gave him a long last look before walking out of the dressing room. I slowly walked back to the club too shocked to even say anything.

"Where were you, babe? I thought something bad happened to you," Kora uttered worriedly, as we made our way out of the club.

"Don't tell me you decided to get yourself some good man because you look flushed," she mumbled, and I remembered how his front caused some sweet sensations to my body.

"I just want to get some sleep," I muttered, too tired to even stop and think about the day's events.

I arrived home quite late, and I went straight to my room. As I lay down to sleep the memories of the entire night came rushing into my head. What have I gotten myself into??

The next morning, I freshened up and wore a black skirt that hugged me in the right places and a decent dress shirt. Making sure to look very professional, Paired it with nude coloured heels and my glasses.

I walked in on Kora making breakfast.

"Are you up and ready for work?" she asked, as she served pancakes on my table.

"I can't go to work after last night's event, my head bangs with headache," she uttered, and I chuckled as I sat on the chair next to her.

"You need to stock up your kitchen girl. I couldn't find anything useful," she said, and I just sighed softly.

"I know things are hard, but forget all your debt and try to live healthy," she advised, and I just smiled.

After breakfast, I got out and boarded a taxi to Premium Trust.

Immediately I got to my desk, they filled it up with files to work on. I felt the urge to just cry. The day is already killing me, even if it has not gotten anywhere, how am I supposed to come with all of this?

I moved to the Cafe, got myself coffee and decided to go ahead with my day.

"Laura honey," Ms. Anthony called, as she gave me a warm smile, I knew she was on a mission to send me on an errand.

"The boss wants you to get him coffee, just like you did the other day, you can keep the change," she said, as she dropped some notes on the table.

My mind went back to our encounter at the club, and my throat immediately went dry. The memory of Mr. Finch's words flooded my mind. Why did he want coffee now? What game was he playing?

I fetched the coffee with shaking hands and made my way to his office. Standing outside the door, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

"Come in," his deep voice called from within.

I stepped inside, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor.

"Are you planning to stand there all day, or will you serve the coffee?" he asked, his tone sharp.

My hands trembled as I moved toward his desk. But as I reached to set the cup down, my foot caught on something.

Time seemed to slow as the cup tipped, its contents spilling across his desk and soaking several important looking files.

"Jeez," I muttered, scared.

The room fell deathly silent, and I dared to look up, meeting Mr. Finch's furious gaze.

What had I done now?