Catherine.
I strain my eyes and try to read my horrible handwriting in the dim light, hating myself for not writing well."You keep that up Catherine and you'll get blind before my hip bones stop working." I look up at Garcia who was already looking down at me and my pathetic organic chemistry note."Gar, I need to study, I'm having tests and exams and I have no idea what they've been teaching and my head feels blocked." My voices choked at the end I hate how weak I sound."Attempting to blind yourself in the dark isn't going to help, come on now, keep those books or get a day off." Garcia scolded but I can tell she is being caring.She's a sex worker in the gentleman's club I work at because calling her a prostitute is rude, she is a thirty five years old and has a body to die for. She is an immigrant from Mexico and when she couldn't get a job because she didn't go to school, she settled for the job that had made her leave her birth country. I admire her strength.Though she says the American men are better than the Mexicans, they treated the women like trash and she knew she would end up in a trash can somewhere had she stayed because of cartel wars, so her punishment is also her escape.She has told me more than once that she hated selling her body but now she was used to it, that there was a small part of her that actually enjoyed it. She'd joked saying it was probably in her blood, her mother had been a prostitute and she didn't know who her father was.I shake my head and look up at her with pleading eyes."Gar please, I really need to do this before it's Showtime, I know I'll be tired before I get home." She let out a sigh and I immediately know that I've won.She switched on the flashlight of her new iPhone, courtesy of one of her numerous lovers. I thought she was searching for something but she kept it near me before waking out. I shout a thanks as she walked out but I'm not sure she heard, it doesn't matter because she knows I'm grateful.The club had everything alright but they never really cared to put good lighting in the changing room.I at least get through one page, not that I understood or could recall anything expect one fact, carbon is a hoe and needs four men to be satisfied. Greedy bitch.My out of date phone vibrates in my jeans pocket, reminding me to get dressed. I look between my books and the outfit waiting for me on the hanger, I recline more to my books before I heard a bang and I jump up, frightened."Why the fuck are you not dressed?" As far as stereotypes go, my life definitely doesn't follow that path and that's why I have the nastiest boss.You know how in most books the girl has two jobs, the female lead has the best boss at her hoe job and he helps her, yeah, it's not the same with me and that is why my boss, Damon son of a bitch Clark is staring down his nose at me like I'm some annoying kid he has to babysit.Well I've got sass that's for sure and I hope he'll fire me so I can smirk smugly at my stupid stepmother but that doesn't seem to be happening."You waste my time, I'll increase your hours, now do yourself a favour and get your little ass in that outfit and get the fuck out before I lose my temper." He bangs the door on his way out and I let out a huff. This sucks.I don't know why there's never 'I'll fire you' in his threats book, maybe because he knows I hate this job, or my stepmother must've told him. He also knows I can't afford to get more hours, my life is already hard as it is with school and all.I quickly take off the jeans and T-shirt I went to school with and wear the oh so amazing outfit he had picked out today, note the sarcasm. I pull the strings over my arms and tie them behind, I do have to admit the bikini top does great job for my boobs, making them look bigger than they actually are. I'm not self conscious but my bra size is quite pathetic, 32B, Emerald had said on more than occasions that it's pretty normal to have that bra size, easy for her to say, hers is 34D, real nice.I put the image of Emerald in bikinis at the back of my mind, if I did women I would most certainly do her, too bad, I like some man acti–"If you're not out of this door in five seconds I'm dragging you out myself and I won't care if you're naked." Damon's rude voice interrupted my thoughts.Yeah, he would be real happy to do that, perv. I hiss under my breath before quickly wearing the thigh high boots and zipping it up. I'm wearing shorts, like really short shorts but that's okay, since I'm not wearing G-strings like he'd suggested the first time I was supposed to start working.So, stripper by night and failing chemistry student by day is what I am, I wouldn't pat myself in the back but I know I'm doing great. I knock on another dressing room door, that has good lighting by the way. The makeup artist, Tanya smiles at me. She's nice too but I wouldn't say we're friends, she's a great makeup artist and can change my features in thirty minutes, but also a very good gossip, and since she does almost everyone's makeup, she knows everybody's business. I make it a point to be very quiet around her.She did her job done in less than thirty minutes and I curl my hair around the ends myself. I wave her goodbye and saunter out, feeling quite sexy. Don't get me wrong, I hate the job but I have to admit, I feel very confident in these clothes like yes I'm hot and I know it and I am not scared to flaunt it. Though I love myself in ripped jeans and oversized shirts more.I spot Damon across the room and he gives me the stink eyes, I roll my eyes but don't stop by him. I reach my position behind the curtains and I take the ropes in my hand, patiently waiting for the music to start.I'm 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 and little did I know that voice belonged to the man that was going to change my life.Catherine."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 leath
"Fe(ii) forms CO complexes with more difficulty because.... ugh."Reading to myself out loud isn't a usual habit of mine, especially not during a test. An unbelievably simple one. But since I've been running on four hours of sleep sometimes less. I decided to give it one more try."The element Iron or ferrate is a group eight element and forms CO complexes easily... umm...difficultly...because....oh God I'm doomed."I let my face drop into my hand."Miss Stephenson."The supervisor called my name."Yes Dr. Meeks?""Is there a problem?"Problem?Yes. There's a problem I'm being forced to work in a whore house because and my evil stepmother is threatening to traffic my sister. And although I tried to read for this test a faceless man kept coming in to my head and all I can remember right now with no doubt is my name and I am losing my fucking mind."Of course not Dr. Meeks."I replied so calmly and was surprised that my thoughts did not betray me"Then remember to make sure your head co
A D minus.A core course that could stop me from graduating and I got D."Cathy I want to talk to you." Mr. Meeks said to me after most of the class had left."If it's to tell me you're disappointed in me don't bother.""I'll excuse your tone because you are one of best students and I'm worried about you. You have been seeming distracted lately. I would have broken the rules to let you rewrite but I won't here long. I'm going for treatment abroad.""What treatment.""I have breast cancer. It's rare but happens to men too.""Wow that's...""Unfortunate, I know. They are bringing in a sub and you can't keep going on like this. I wish you luck.""Yo Cathy wait up."I hear Beast trying to catch up with me as I walked out the school building.I feel guilty that we haven't been talking much because I've been avoiding he and Emerald.There was no way Beast wouldn't catch up with me unless I broke into a fill run. Who am I kidding? Even then he'd still catch up with me."What is it?"The word
My stomach started little fluttering just as my name rolled off his tongue. I was nervous not affected by him. It was a coincidence at worse."How did you know my name?""I asked a few questions in the right places.""So you gossip huh?"I pursed my lips at him."Occasionally.""You are shameless.""And you are a hypocrite.""Excuse me?""You berate me for quenching my curiosity when you yourself have done the same thing."I swallowed uncomfortably, who was this man."Am I wrong, Catherina?""I don't know what you're talking about."I scoffed."Then sit with me. Unless of course you've been frightened by the things you heard about me, then you can walk out the door. I dare you."Any other sensible person would bolt right out, especially after having been given the option.But I had a taste for danger.Especially when it comes in form of a man with a voice that made my insides want to melt. Yes I admit it.I walked as briskly as I possibly could trying to mask my nervousness and anxie
“Emma I’m talking to you,” I speak peering down at her as she munched her apple with no care in the world.“I can hear you,” she replied rudely and I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from murdering her.“What is wrong with you?” the calm voice I use is a total contrast to the unfurling ball of anger that is my mind, heck my whole body.“None of your business.” She spat at me before walking, no stomping out. Making sure to dramatically throw her half eaten apple into the bin.I stare at her wide eyed until I couldn’t see her as she went out of my sight, the sound of the front door being closed reached me seconds later. I huff deciding whenever she was done with her bitchy act she would come right back to me because who the hell does she have apart from me. We are a package. Right?My barely there appetite completely disappeared after that and I walk out of the house with my backpack slung over my shoulder carelessly. I’ll be late for my class but I take the risk and walk, I nee
"Yeah Adrian, how are you?" I ask, adjusting the strap of my bag. It wasn't heavy in the least but I felt as though the weight of the world was added to it. I constantly had to remind myself that he wanted to chat not have kids with me. Just keep it cool Catherine. For some odd reason I heard that in a much deeper baritone, voice than the guy in front of me. What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking of some pervert when the love of my life is right in front me."I'm good, I just wanted to say hi." "That's so nice of you," We start walking towards the front door of the building casually talking about our classes, I don't talk about my failure please.He has a great CGPA everyone knows, can't bring my stripper by night and failing student by day story to him."We'll catch up some other time?"He asked when we were a few feet away from the building, I nod in agreement and walk in the opposite direction.Hoping my plain dressing doesn't set him off.I stay by the library to go through my n
I could not help but roll my eyes even though he won't see it but I just needed to do it.So what does he mean by this? He pays to be my therapist everyday, what will he get out of it? I couldn't keep it in so I asked him exactly that."You pay me to be my therapist, what do you get out of it?" I am not a prostitute and I am sure he knows, so sleeping with him is out of the options."I have not decided yet." He says and I nod in mock understanding."Just so you know, I'm not sleeping with you for money." I hold my breath waiting for his reply and he gives me one that shuts me up."Of course you won't, when you do sleep with me, it'll be because you begged me to fuck you Catherine." My mouth hangs open, despite it being a club and me being a stripper neither of us have never talked about the obvious -sex- or even an innuendo or hint. So this was a very shocking vulgar surprise.The bit of dampness I feel in my panties is discharge, probably my period and not because I find what he sai
“Cathy get your phone before I fucking break it in half!” People wake up to kisses on the forehead or bird’s singing or some shit like that and I wake up to my annoying little sister’s voice. Life isn’t fair.I feel around my bed for my ringing phone and pick it up, I open my eye lids with much difficulty and put the phone to my ears before realizing it was my back up, back up alarm and it meant—oh my fucking God I’m late for Dr. Meeks class. I jump off the bed and rush to the bathroom and pay no heed to the coldness of the water as a take the fastest shower I’ve probably ever taken in my life, I don’t waste time rubbing cream on my body or even bothering to dry my hair, I pull on a hoodie and tights after putting on underwear before rushing down the stairs, almost missing two or three steps. Emma is sitting in her usual seat at the dining but I don’t give her a second glance before grabbing an apple.I eat the fruit on the way to school, halfway running and munching, it was quite pa