'An important client'

A sly grin crept onto her boss' countenance as he coolly responded, "Indeed, Charlotte. He shelled out quite a sizable sum for it."

Manager Tee chuckled softly at the mention of money as if it could magically erase her fears.

Charlotte seethed with anger, "I explicitly stated that I do not engage in private sessions, and you know it. I was expecting my paycheck today. I'm finished for the night, so what is all this about?" She tightly clenched her fists, refusing to back down.

Fuming, Manager Tee rose from his seat and slammed his hands down on the table in a fit of rage. "You will do as I say. You are just a damn stripper! Your job is to entertain people, so get out there and do it!" He spat, "I won't give you a single cent until you complete the job."

"I will not do it," Charlotte retorted, her ire bubbling over. In a provocation, Manager Tee flung bundles of cash at her, leaving Charlotte stunned.

Her eyes widened at the sight of so much money, tempting her in ways she had never imagined.

"What is the meaning of this?" Charlotte queried, attempting to maintain her composure despite the effect the money had on her.

"Come on, Charlotte. We both know you need this money. Why don't you swallow your pride for once?" Manager Tee attempted to persuade her, "This man is one of the wealthiest billionaires in the city, and he is willing to pay any amount for you. Who knows, you might even earn more if you please him. He just wants you to strip for him."

"Have you forgotten what happened a few months back? That's the reason I stopped doing private sessions," Charlotte reminded him, feeling increasingly anxious as the painful memories flooded back. She had been left traumatized and disgusted, and she didn't want to relive that experience again.

“Charlotte, those are mere challenges you have to face to get what you want... you need the money right? So you have to do whatever it takes to get it”, Manager Tee responded with yet another smirk on his face.

Although she knew she needed the money for her father's surgery, Charlotte hesitated. Anxiety took hold of her as her hands became clammy once again. "I refuse to do it, you can do it yourself," she declared, ready to walk away.

But Manager Tee forcefully gripped her hand, determined to make her comply. He even went so far as to grip her jaw, threatening her with humiliation if she didn't follow his orders.

As tension filled the air, Charlotte struggled to break free from his strong grasp. Their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills.

Suddenly, a panting waitress entered the office, interrupting the tense moment. Manager Tee released Charlotte as he turned to face the newcomer, his face contorted with anger.

"Speak quickly, what is it?" he demanded.

"Mr. Lucas is furious, he's calling for you," the waitress replied.

"Very well, you may leave. I will join him shortly," Manager Tee dismissed her. 

Turning back to Charlotte, he added, "Just thirty minutes with the client won't hurt you."

"You only care about your money, that’s all, and no one else”, Charlotte said picking up the bundles of cash on the ground.

"We have settled the matter, now go get ready. Your client is waiting," Manager Tee ordered, a sense of finality in his tone.

Despite her boss's threats,  Charlotte accepted to do the job. The thought of being able to pay for her father's surgery after that night pushed her to agree. It wasn't the first time she had rebelled against Manager Tee's orders.

"This money is not enough. If you expect me to risk myself once again for your selfish reasons, you might as well triple my pay as you promised. After all, the client is wealthy," Charlotte stated, her eyes blazing with determination.

Manager Tee erupted into delighted laughter.

"Yes! This is the Charlotte I know, this is why I like you," he exclaimed, silently clapping his hands and depositing a couple more bundles of cash for her. He was willing to do anything to satisfy Mr. Lucas.

Charlotte accepted the money and swiftly retreated to the dressing room. After adorning herself, she made her way to the dim private chamber where her client, Mr. Lucas, was already seated.

As she approached the door, her fingers lingered on the knob, hesitant to enter. Anxiety coursed through her, causing her hands to become sweaty.

She understood the type of men who frequented the club, especially those who were willing to pay any amount for their pleasure. These men showed no regard for those who provided them with satisfaction.

Feeling repulsed by the thought of entertaining men and pleasing them when they only made her feel worthless, Charlotte hesitated to enter the room, knowing that this 'important client' would likely be no different.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she donned her mask and opened the door. Inside, her client sat in his regal attire, exuding an air of sophistication that only intensified Charlotte's unease.

She reminded herself that she was doing this for her father and nothing else. Without a word, she stepped onto the dark stage.

The music began, and Charlotte moved her body gracefully, twirling around the pole. A sense of detachment washed over her as the song's sound faded into the background, transporting her to another dimension.

Her sexual appeal was so alluring that men found it nearly impossible to resist her. Judging by the client's expression, Charlotte could tell that he was entranced by her performance.

She was well aware of his arousal, evident through the hardness in his pants. She knew this because it was a common expression among all men when she performed, and it disgusted her.

She despised this part of her job, having to do something she didn't want to just to please a client who at the end of the session still desired her.

After thirty minutes had passed, the session came to an end. Charlotte was ready to leave when the client called her back, insisting she stay and offering to pay her a substantial sum that could sustain her for a lifetime.

Lucas quickly motioned for his bodyguard to enter with a bag of cash, generously offering it to her. Charlotte hesitated, not wanting to be in the same space as someone she loathed.

"No, you paid for a session and I am finished," Charlotte stated firmly, heading towards the door.

However, the door slammed shut, trapping her inside.