Chapter 2

I closed the door behind me, before turning and looking both ways...I had no clue where to go.

"You must be new around here?" I jumped slightly before seeing the girl who was stalking her way towards me. Her blonde hair was tightly wrapped around curlers on her head and she wore a thin pink silk kimono. 

"is it that obvious?" I asked, trying to hide the fact I was terrified of what I had just signed myself up for.

"No... but Joey told me to come get you and show you around..." her face lit up "I'm Carly but around here I go by Angel" she looked at me expectantly 

"Vanessa" 

"you look like a Vanessa!" she chirped "do you have a stage name yet?"

"no... do I need one?" 

"it's preferred.. plus you don't want some pervert knowing your real name." she turned around and began walking down the corridor, noticing my lack of movement she yelled over her shoulder "are you coming or shall I just leave you there like a lost puppy?" 

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"and this is the main stage" she pointed to the large wooden structure before us, a glimmering metal pole stood center stage with a large arm chair behind it. "they can change props.. they're really good about that!" 

"so what's your...thing?" I asked leaning against the wall 

"Suppose I'm their baby faced good gurl" she winked "let me guess... your my alter ego... dark, mean..."

"Apparently that's what they think I am" we both laughed slightly.

"let me show you to your room." 

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after what felt like 100 flights of stairs we finally found the corridor of bedrooms. and if I wasn't tired enough mine was at the very end.

My room was decorated with the same thick purple velvet from the corridor, the floor a black laminate. 

"If you don't like it they can decorate it. There's a wardrobe over there and a bathroom just through that door. We eat dinner at 6pm usually but you can eat here if you want" she paused, her eyes searching around "oh yes!" she exclaimed "So now your part of the team you have to obviously work... there's a basic costume set in the wardrobe until you go and see Marcie the seamstress. Routines pretty simple to start with...I'm guessing you can sway your hips?" I nodded "good... that's basically it. so I've got to get ready I'm on in 30 minutes... see you round" she smiled before turning and fleeing the room.

As I closed the door I firmly placed the lock on the other side before sliding down onto the floor. What had I gotten myself into? I wasn't ready for this... I can't dance...I can't entertain! 

I was trapped here and my only way out was probably in a body bag. 

I skipped dinner that night, and went straight to bed, millions of thoughts ran through my head...but the important one... I'm fucked.

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It had been a week since I had gotten here. Carly was right, being a stripper was easy, but what I didn't like was the burning stares of the seedy men which filled the room. 

"your on in 20 Vanessa" A loud nock came from my door shocking me out of my day dream. I scurried off the bed before quickly getting changed into my costume. I had gone to see Marcie who had made me a beautiful black corset with black jewels and red detailing. I pulled the thigh high tights up securing them on the hooks which hung from the corset. I slid my feet into the platformed black heels which practically made me a whole foot taller. Running over to my dresser I applied a thick layer of makeup, my signature smokey eye with red hints and a deep ruby lip. 

The lights on the stage were blinding. But over the week I had become accustomed to them and found them comforting as they blocked out the room. As I danced I could hear wolf whistles over my track which made me smile momentarily. 

As I stepped off the stage I tried to catch my breath.... it was not as easy as it looked hanging upside down from a pole. I looked up only to meet Carly's eager eyes 

"you were so good out there! The crowed loves you!" 

"I'm not that good, but thanks" 

"Well obviously your doing something right. Angelo thinks your ready for your first solo client... are you up for it?" 

"do I have a choice?" I replied

"not really. but trust me if you please this specific customer, something good might come out of it... Maybe an even longer set or something"

"ok, who is it?" 

"He prefers it if he remains a mystery, that's how he rolls I suppose. But I can tell you he's very important..." 

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"How do I look?" I asked Carly as we stood outside the door. 

"Stunning" she smirked "remember no sass in there... he's not a very nice man from what I hear but if you make him happy... we are all happy!" 

"Angel it's your turn!" the mysterious voice echoed throughout the corridor

"that's my cue... good luck" she hugged me before prancing off down the hall. 

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The room was almost pitch black. The dim light which sat on a coffee table illuminated the thick smoke that hung in the room. 

"are you going to move away from the door any time soon?" a thick velvet voice asked, a heavy accent behind it. I turned quickly trying to not look frantic at the same time. "you look afraid. Where did the fiery girl from the stage go?" 

"I'm gonna be honest this is my first time, doing anything remotely like this. So I'm sorry if I'm afraid but you've never been in a situation like this before"

"have you ever been shot before?"

"no...."

"then you don't have to be afraid. move into the light so I can see you bellissimo" 

I had to do this... And if I was going to do it, I'd give him a show he'd never forget. I stepped forward confidently, placing my hands on my hips. I had to stop my self from melting right there and then, I had believed Angelo was a perfect specimen of a man but I was wrong... Before me sat the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His chocolate brown hair sat perfectly styled on his head, his bright blue eyes standing out vividly against his dark tanned skin. His jawline alone could have cut through wood, but as my eyes traveled down I saw his rippling muscles busting against his tight white shirt.

"Like what you see?" a cocky look fell on his face as he figited in the seat. 

"I've seen better" I lied. I completely and utterly lied. 

"What's your name Caro?"

"Vanessa" 

"The butterfly. I am Christiano" an awkward silence fell over the room

"so..."

"are you going to dance for me my little ballerina?" He bit his lip, his eyes meeting mine.

"I'm not a ballerina." I stalked towards him, before pushing him back in his seat.

"Angelo has good taste" he mumbled, his eyes fixed on me. 

"shut up and just watch." his face fell into a scowl before a wicked smirk pulled at his lips. I stood before him swaying my hips to the music, I turned around bending forward slightly, I jumped when his cold hands made contact with the small line of skin between my corset and the underwear, he pulled me down onto his lap his arms pulling me tightly against his toned chest. 

"your such a tease" he whispered in my ear before biting down on the lobe. A small moan escaped my lips, which I wish I could take back. What was going on? how did things get so heated so quickly? 

"fůck" he groaned in my ear as I began grinding my hips against him to the music. "you better stop that before I take you right here and now" 

I smirked, continuing the action that got so much of a response. "merda!" he exclaimed loudly "Last warning baby" he began nipping at my neck leaving a trail of very obvious marks.

"Boss!" a group of men barged through the door followed by a frazzled Angelo

"I tried to tell them you were busy!" 

I awkwardly stood up moving away from the side of his chair. 

"we'll finish this later baby" he stood up ushering me to the door.

all I could think right now was fůck he was coming back.