Ch.1 - "I'm not a prostitute, you know. I strip because it's my job."

     Some old hag had stopped me on my way to the strip club today. She said she could see fortunes and that today wasn’t my lucky day. I could only hiss loudly and twirl my fat ass out of there as soon as possible. Cause, I believed there was nothing as bad luck day. I only believed that your destiny lies in your hands. It is what you make of it. Not some deck of tarot cards.    

     I stared in annoyance at the figure in front of me. I silently wondered what was up with this man in front of me. Being the best stripper in the club, I was told that an influential man requested for me to give him a private dance. At first, I had been hesitant because giving a man a private dance made me so vulnerable.

     Some might even ask to fuck you and force you if you refuse. I didn’t want any drama, that was why I preferred the pole. But… when my manager had told me the pay was $20,000 and more if I had done better, I blindly accepted the offer.

     Now back to the man in front of me. Last night, I had given him a private dance, consisting of my sexy stripping skills I had practiced for years. It included lap dances and likes. But I didn’t miss the fact that the man had been a bit moody even in his drunk state. I had ignored his mood and focused on getting dollars that tonight. We had both slept off and I woke up not liking how I had hugged a stranger till I fell asleep.

     “Why are being like this, Mr?” I asked totally frustrated. He was evaluating my dance I had given to him last night and called me a whore. This was so basic and low of him but I tried to keep my cool.

     “Energia rossa.” He said after clearing his voice. I looked at his features. He had a jet-black hair and a scar just beneath his lips.

     “You were meant to make me forget my worries last night, putana. Like the bitch you are.” He said smirking and putting his hands in his pocket. There was just something attractive about him I couldn’t lay my hands on. But I definitely was not going to smile after he just called me a bitch.

     “I’m not a prostitute, you know. I strip because it’s my job.” I said trying to keep my temper tantrum totally away and lifted my hands to my chin, explaining as if I wasn’t bothered by what he said.

     “That’s what you all say.” He said walking closer to me and bringing out the money he was going to pay me. He rubbed the money from my waist, tracing it to my curves and then my butts. I shuddered at his touch but realized that I shouldn’t allow anyone to touch me like this.

      “Don’t touch me.” I said leaving his grips forcefully but he pulled me back again and again and we struggled for dominance as I slapped him. It surprised him as he stayed silent for a moment.

     “Do you have any idea of who you’ve just slapped?” He asked. Judging by my present state, I didn’t even care if he was special at all. He tried forcing me to do what I don’t what to do.

      “I don’t and I don’t want know.” I rolled my eyes snatching my money from him his hands. I went to the corner of the room packing my belongings in my bags secretly watching him. He was making a call and continuously muttered, “Contracts” under his breath.

     I was about to leave the room when I sighted my manager at the front, coming in. Mr Vincent Moretti, was someone who believed in getting profit. He was a muscular man with a round belly that fit his personality, grinding his teeth with greed.

     “Sorry sir, for taking so long. Energia Rossa--” He called me. That was my stripper name. I had chosen that because men loved red and also loved calling us by our nickname initials. Mine stood for, “Red Energy”. In spite of me being one of the youngest in the club, I was always practically the best and got more pay. Let’s say learning the art of stripping made it that way.

     “Meet the new owner of the strip club, Mr Luca Marino. Owner of Marino industries and the most dangerous mafi----"

     “Oh, aren’t you much of a talker now? I’ll send my lawyer to you tomorrow to do the remaining paper work.” He interrupted him as my manager bowed down, excusing himself. I blink my eyes in confusion. With the little courage I had left, I asked him,

     “So, tell me, now. What are you going to do with me?” I had been rude to him and he is the new owner. What? Don’t blame me, he claimed I didn’t please him and tried touching me sexually.

   

“Your services are no more required.” He said harshly. This catches me with surprise as he looked at me devishly.

     “What?” I rolled my eyes again.

     “Just tell me you are joking already.” I smiled tightly as I looked not already to accept it.

    

“You heard me right.” He said as I still carried on.

     “I’ve been in this job for five years. You can’t just fire me?” I explained, so much angered. My head was spinning and I cursed meeting this man.

    

“Leave.” He said emotionlessly. He was mysterious and strange. I silently wondered what type of person he was. But what I knew for sure was that, this person didn’t have regards for anybody with the way he looked at me. This made me to lash out.

     “Okay, you know what? Fuck you, fuck this job for making me to ever meet you. I’m out.” I yelled, quickly running out. But I’m quick to look at his last expression. He looked surprised at my last sudden outburst and I gave myself my usual praise.

You go, go, go Serena Esposito.

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A/N Someone’s getting pissed of…

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