Summary: The CEO and the stripper – sounds like a kinky fairytale, doesn't it? Well, this particular CEO happens to be 50 shades of fucked up and the stripper he's infatuated with…well, she's nothing like he'd expected a stripper to be like. Ana's background story will be different in this fic, otherwise the characters are the same.

I don't own the characters – I just enjoy writing about them!

For all eyes to see - Chapter 1

Stepping into the club I sigh deeply and am rewarded with a glare from Elliot. I roll my eyes. I obliged and came here, okay? Never said I would enjoy it. I hate strip clubs. In my opinion, they're sleazy and even though the girls in a place like this, where the standards are comparatively high, are actually quite often good-looking the thought of a bunch of men drooling over the same girl at the same time is kind of revolting.

I follow Elliot to a table near one of the three stages. I can't believe I let him talk me into this. But Elliot has persuasive powers yet to be excelled. I shake my head as I sit down at the table and a blonde girl in a white skirt that covers nothing and a matching top that covers just about her nipples comes to take our orders.

I order a scotch and wait as Elliot flirts with the waitress before placing his order. Of course, never mind that she's an almost naked waitress at a strip club – Elliot never misses out on an opportunity to flirt. I shake my head in disbelief as the girl giggles – really, giggles? What is she, 5? – before she leaves with our orders.

"Come on, big bro" Elliot smiles, he knows I hate it when he calls me that. "Relax"

I offer him a smile that I literally have to force onto my lips. This will be a long evening.

Three scotches and two beers later I am actually starting to feel more relaxed. I still wish we'd gone to a normal club, now that Elliot insisted we go clubbing in the first place, but I'm starting to get used to the surroundings and the girl on stage right now is actually pretty hot.

She has a killer body, light dark hair flowing right beneath her shoulders and the moves she's making on that pole – I would love to see her suspended from the ceiling in my playroom, she seems to be well acquainted with the feeling of not having her feet touching the ground.

Not that I would ever take a stripper into my playroom. No. A girl that hundreds of men are drooling at every night? Definitely not my cup of tea. I don't like sharing.

No. She's good for fantasies, nothing more.

I lean over the table to get Elliot's attention. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom" I inform him and he nods without taking his eyes off the girl on stage. I don't even know why he bothers visiting places like this. My brother is quite the Casanova and he has no problems getting girls into bed with him, quite the contrary – he has a problem with getting them to leave his bed once he's tired of them.

In the bathroom I take a look at my Blackberry and notice the time. In about half an hour I can probably excuse myself and head home. With that thought in mind I leave the bathroom and start making my way back to our table.

I glance over at the other two stages and I top dead in my tracks. The girl on the stage closest to the bathrooms is absolutely beautiful. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a braid that falls on her back making a very nice contrast to her pale skin. She's still wearing a light blue lace bra and matching panties and as she turns her face in my direction I see how the color accentuates her big, blue eyes.

I don't think I've ever seen eyes like that before. They're amazing and I feel my cock stir in my pants. Really? In a place like this he wakes up at the sight of a stripper's eyes?

I take a few steps closer. I can't seem to tear my eyes away from her. The way she sways her body on stage is hypnotizing and I know I'm probably looking like a total perv the way I'm staring at her, but I can't help myself. Besides, in a place like this, I'm in good company with my perv-like stares.

I notice she never gains eye-contact with any of the men staring at her. From what I've seen so far, the other strippers have gone out of their ways to make as much eye-contact as possible – probably to make the men watching them think they stand a chance and make them stay longer.

But this girl, she seems to be in her own world, not even noticing the customers ogling her. There's something innocent and sweet about that. Innocent and sweet? Two words I would never imagined using at a strip club. It's like she's dancing for herself, stroking her hands along her body because she wants to feel their touch, not because she wants to arouse the men looking at her.

She smiles seductively to herself as she slowly starts pulling the straps of her bra down from her shoulders and I'm torn between the want to rush up on stage and cover her from the eyes of all the men staring at her and the curiosity to let her continue and reveal what's underneath all that lace.

Carefully, she removes the bra and I find myself holding my breath in anticipation. Her breasts are pure perfection. She cups her hands around them and sinks her teeth into her lower lip before tilting her head back and slowly turning around, graceful like a ballerina.

How did I not notice those lips before? I would love to sink my teeth into them. Or see them wrapped around my cock as she kneels before me.

I can't believe I'm standing here getting a hard-on at a strip club. I have to divert my thoughts.

In the corner of my eye I see the girl that waited on our table earlier and I call her attention. "Who's the girl on the stage?" I ask with a nod towards the marvelous creature that is now swinging her body slowly around the pole.

The waitress casts a glance on stage and smiles. "That's Rose"

Rose. Probably a stage-name, but at least that's something. I have to meet her. Talk to her. Touch that skin; see if it feels as soft as it looks. My cock twitches at the thought. God, to have her tied up in front of me, begging me to touch that delicious skin.

"She doesn't do private dances" The waitress adds as an afterthought. "But I could point you in the direction of someone with the same physical attributes that does"

"No thank you" I answer without taking my eyes off the stage.

Suddenly, the song ends and instead of a new one starting, 'Rose' exits the stage. No! I feel deprived. I stare at the curtain she disappeared behind, willing her to come back out on stage. But there's no sight of her and a few minutes later another girl enters the stage.

"Where have you been?" Elliot looks up as I return to our table.

"I got caught up" I explain and to my great relief he doesn't pry any further.

All thoughts about leaving the club disappeared the moment I saw her on stage. I can't leave now. Maybe she'll do another performance. Maybe I'll get a chance to see her again.

I order another scotch and move my chair so I can see all three stages from where I'm sitting.

Hours later, I stumble into my bedroom and crash on top of my bed. I usually don't drink this much but when the club closed and she hadn't come back on stage, Elliot and I went to an all-night open bar and I tried my very best to drown out the image of her with the help of tequila shots.

It didn't work.

A fucking stripper. A girl that shows off her body to paying customers for a living, and I've become obsessed with the thought of fucking her. Of possessing her body. Of making her mine.

Oh, that pale skin would look fucking delicious as it turns to pink under the workings of my hand…or my crop…or my paddle…

And her eyes…to see them burning with lust and desire as I take her closer and closer to the edge. My cock is throbbing at the images displayed in my mind. I got to have her.

Somehow I finally manage to fall into a restless sleep; I probably have the tequila to thank for that.

It's obvious sleep or my constant night-terrors have done nothing to rid my thoughts of the beautiful girl that teased me and about fifteen other men with her delicious body last night.

I need to know who she is. I know it's crazy; she's a stripper for fuck's sake. But oh, to have those eyes looking at me and that body seducing me with its moves before I flog and fuck her. I'm getting hard just thinking about it.

Letting my cock get the better of me, I reach for my phone and dial. I haven't even gotten up from bed yet, but I can't wait. I need to know who she is.

"Welch?" I bark into the receiver the moment he picks up. "I need you to find someone for me. She strips at 'Midnight Madness' under the name of Rose; I'm guessing that's a stage name." I'm hoping that's a stage name and I shudder at the thought of it being her real name, making it easy for all those drooling men at the club to track her down. "I want a full disclosure, standard procedure."

I have to find out who she is, even if that means I have to buy the fucking club!

I lean my head back against the pillows. I must be out of my fucking mind!