Chapter Eleven.
I visited the hospital where my dad took treatments and got his drugs and asked Noah to deliver them to him for me. I returned to the club afterwards for the night. I felt sick to the stomach but each time I felt down, I thought about Abby's invite to go on a shopping spree with her by tomorrow morning. Abby always spent her pays on clothes and foods which I can barely do. Sometimes I wanna think that her shopping habits were reckless but then I reason that this should be normal if things weren't so hard and that she deserved to be happy. And that's the only thing that genuinely made her happy, so why not?
While I on the other hand saved up my money for returning to school by the fall of next year. I'd had to drop from college two years ago after spending all the money my mom left me. But I was either saving up for that or dad's medical bills.
Tonight, I stood at the pole, dancing, twisting and shaking my body in full display to the lustful eyes that cared to watch below me. The men sat cheering, drinking and smoking.
After the dance, I took a few steps out towards the back. Suddenly, I felt a palm on my shoulder and I turned to see Sean.
"You have a special guest" he told me.
The music wasn't blasting loudly yet so our voices were audible enough in the parlor.
"Who is it?"
"He's new to the club. He's in room seven"
"A room?"
"Yes, kelsey"
"Sean, you know I don't give private dances in the bedrooms. I thought Donovan made that clear"
"Stop with the talk, he's not gonna sleep with you" he said disgustedly. Jerk. I mentally frowned at him.
"Fine" I replied reluctantly.
"Don't forget to grab a drink. Stella has his order at the bar"
"Whatever" I muttered to myself before walking past him towards the bar, grabbing his wine bottle and rolling my eyes at Sean before walking past him towards the bedrooms.
I walked into room seven, my black pump shoes thudding against the floor as I went. The moment I saw the man seated on the couch, his office shirt buttons flying open down to his stomach and his necktie flung over his right shoulder, I suddenly felt uneasy. He was drinking from a tinted wine glass from his left hand, a cigarette on his right hand. His blond hair was smeared across his forehead due to the sweats on his face.
His eyes meets mine as I approached him and he smiled.
"You're here" he said.
Ignoring him, I set the wine bottle down on the table in front of him.
His eyes watched me, held the sight of my breasts, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. I suddenly felt self conscious. Maybe I shouldn't have worn this in here. Half of my breasts were pushing out of the shoulderless corset top, my bare bum and thighs covered in a transparent lace socks. I never felt so naked before as his eyes swept my body.
"Come on baby, trip for me" he said,licking his lips.
Strip for him? This pervert better be high on something.
I'd made sure not to jam the door incase I needed to make a run for it. You have no idea what psychos come into this club too. I took a deep breath and decided to just do my job and get the hell out of here.
I started by walking closer, licking my lips at him as I went. He licks his lips too and puts out his cigarette as he watched me go down in front of him. I gently placed both palms on his thighs and rubbed tenderly, watching his eyes glint with pleasure. He smiles, bringing his hand towards me. I quickly rose up and pushed him back against the couch with my hands placed on his chest.
He smiles devilishly and said " you wanna take things slow, huh?"
I continued to dance sensually in front of him till I sat on his full laps, my back to him. I shut my eyes in agony, his cigarette breath invading my nose as he moaned loudly against my ear. I slowly began to grind my butt against his groin, faking a moan myself.
"Yeah, baby" he groans against my ear. I feel his hand caress my neck, then he pulls back my hair. The next thing I felt were his cold lips against my neck and his other free hand sliding over my stomach and pulling me back into his chest.
What the hell? His two hands suddenly grabbed my waist hard, causing me to gasp in surprise. I tried to wiggle out of his grip but he turns our position and pins me against the couch.
"Get off me!" I screamed, fighting him to push him off me but he was way too heavy. Are men supposed to be this heavy? "I said get off!!"
His lips assaults the skin around my neck and chest. He stops for a second to grab me, pulled me off the couch and the next thing I knew, I was falling back into the bed next to us.
I tried to sit up but he falls on top of me, pinning my hands above my head on the bed. He frantically starts kissing my neck and upper breasts.
"Get off me you pervert!!" I screamed on top of my voice.
He lets go of my hand and tried to snap my dress apart. I started hitting him with my free hand, screaming with the hope that someone would hear me and come for my rescue.
"Shut up, bitch!" He screamed into my face before reaching for my torn dress, trying to pull them further apart.
He starts unbuckling his pants and the sound of it instilled another type of fear inside of me.
My voice rose louder in a panicked scream "help!!"