I was not nervous unlike the first month I started. Devil bee aka my stepmother knew I'd taken ballet as a child so she told them I was very flexible and with a little training I would be a great dancer. I mean her input was unnecessary seeing how I would've managed perfectly at the bar.
I empty my mind and let the beats consume me, this is assuming I'm a willing stripper and I'm finding pleasure in this, I'm none and I feel nothing. The darkness in the club is much appreciated since I don't need to smile.
I've always wondered how Garcia managed, though she said she enjoys pleasing people. So I think back to when she didn't enjoy it, how does she make all those sounds and pretend she was into whatever was going on at the moment. I of course have never asked her any of these, I make it a point to mind my business and she's like the older sister I never had, I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings.
I feel confetti on my skin and almost scream along with the crowd. I'm done and I fight the urge to do a small victory dance mid air, it wouldn't be nice for me to land on my butt in the presence of about a Hundred egotistical stupidly rich men.
The curtains close back up and I go down slowly, I don't let go of it until I was sure my feet were planted on the ground.
Damon walks up to me with an expression I couldn't quite place, I knew he wasn't going to compliment me, no that wasn't his style and especially not with me.
"Your help is needed in a private room," My eyes widen and I step back.
"You have prostitutes for that Damon and I'm not one of them." I mentally clap at myself for not letting my voice shake.
"I didn't say you were sleeping with anyone, private lap dance for the rest of the night." He was about to turn when I dragged him back.
"You cannot do that, my shift is over." He looks down at me unimpressed before digging his hands in his pockets, he pulled out a key card and handed it to me then left without a word.
I fight the angry tears back, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of making me cry, my test is by ten tomorrow and I still have to study, there's no way I can make it work now. I ignore the pang and stop by the dressing room and Tanya retouched my make up.
She must've noticed my off mood because she was quiet throughout, I'm very grateful for that.
I walk out then checked the room number and groaned, probably a pompous old pervert. They were the ones that booked the most expensive rooms in this place and because it offered more privacy, not taking risks because of the press. Mostly politicians or public figures that wouldn't want the world and their wives to know what they did to satisfy their dirty little desires.
I reach the door and stop, deep breaths first.
In and out, in and out, in and out.
Now that I can breathe without sounding like an overweight cow, I use the key card to unlock the door and still do more breathing exercises before stepping in.
It was pitch black which had me stepping back, what sick game was Damon playing with me? I don't run out like I should have, call me the dumb girl in every horror movie ever. I know how all the rooms in this place are built so I feel the wall for the light switch, knowing it was by the door.
"Don't." I jump at the deep voice, only then realizing I wasn't the only one in the room.
"Hello?" I call out in the dark, feeling very much like I'm in a horror movie, a bad horror movie if I'm being honest.
I pause, I even stop breathing for dramatic effect you know, waiting for the gold eyes and growl and then I'll see a sexy man sitting right there and he'll sniff the air and tell me he can smell my arousal, wait first, am I aroused? Nah I don't think so.
None of that happened of course, instead I hear a command.
"Don't switch the lights on and stop that thing you're doing with your leg!" The same deep voice snapped.
Maybe he is a werewolf, I'm totally fine, it's not like I've been reading werewolf books. I have not. At all.
"I said stop it." I look up, eyes desperately searching in the dark.
I'm a foreplay kind of girl, I assume, it's not like I've ever kissed anyone, well I've kissed Beast in third grade but that doesn't count, back to the situation at hand, they say not seeing makes everything more intense, yeah no it doesn't, I'm freaking out in my leather boots thinking something would drag me in the dark and that fear is not as a result of me living in a fantasy world.
"What am I to stop doing?" I asked a bit confused honestly.
"That's thing with your leg." I heard movement, so I assume he is pointing at my whatever I'm doing with my legs....wait, I look down at my legs as though they weren't a part of me and finally notice I've been tapping them on the floor mindlessly. How did I miss the sound? I freeze with my feet halfway down and stare straight ahead at the dark again.
"So, what's up?" I ask, leaning against the door striking a really cool pose trying not to make it too obvious that I was absolutely terrified. Mostly because who knows what kind of people or person I would find in this kind of place alone, all I have seen in the club so far has just shown me that there are a lot of perverts and also because of the thought of him seeing exactly how I look, and I don't want to be caught off guard and finding out I looked like a lost kitten.
"What's your name?" He asked.