in
reatment," Mr. Donald's cold, mechanical voice cut through the air. He tossed the stripper costumes at
d no choice. I had no roo
dancers - male and female - staring, their judgment heavy in the a
stripper. How ha
rents looked like, I would have no answer. I don't even carry their name. My identity - my whole li
y birth parents cast me aside like I meant nothing. She ran away with me and raised me lik
snapped me fro
e quicken. I couldn't afford to make him wait. I threw on the tight black skirt,
r, thick eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a nose that was delicate, full red li
e cut through the silence. I nodd
My heart skipped - what if one of these people recognized me? What if one of them had bee
had seventy-two hours to save my dy
k. "Entertain them well." He pat
urged within me. I moved with the rhythm, my body swaying and undulating in a way that felt like second natu
tures. Three hulking guards flanked him, their presence an unmistakable sign of his wealth an
s part of the music itself, part of something alive. My movements became i
elf around the pole. My chest heaved, my breath coming in sharp, measured gasps. The audienc
the masked man stood and strode toward the podium. His guards wheeled a s
ce smooth, yet chilling. "I'll
sensual waves, though every second felt like a punishment. I danced for
l." The Italian accent barely veiled his distaste.
ver said I had to dance for an hour!" I
as he ascended the podium. Before I could react, his hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. The fami
smack. He
oud and satisfying. "Watch it," I hissed. "Don't you know t
"I guess I don't. Why don't you treat me to the rules?
slaps," I warned, the venom in my
out of the room wi
my eyes nearly made me sick. He was lounging on his couch, s
a che
ey," I demanded, trying to keep my composure
y, wiping his hands. "The clients h
Mr. Donald always made sure the money was in
w what I need." My voice wav
arms behind his head. "Come back tomo
I couldn't afford to back down. Not now. N