Chapter thirteen.
He turns his back to me, giving me privacy. I quickly changed into the shirt. It was long enough to reach my lower thighs and so I didn't have to worry about getting pants too.
I turned around now. "I'm done" I announced and he turned to face me, his chest bare now.
"Are you okay?" He asked again.
"Yes. Can I go home?"
"Definitely" he replied.
Giving him one last smile, I walked out. After getting into a cab, I texted Abby, telling her what happened and to meet me at the motel whenever she could.
I couldn't quite understand why Blaire would do something as drastic as this. Setting me up with a man! How ridiculous could she get? I couldn't stop thinking about what would've happened to me if Don hadn't intervened on time. And as I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the motel, I wondered how much longer I was gonna be here, how much longer I needed to continue working as a stripper.
Sometimes I wished I could just quit but I owed too much to Donovan and he always keeps pulling me back. He's the leash holding me here. Staying is at least a way of showing him of my appreciation.
Sometimes I questioned my sanity. I didn't belong in that club but it was the only work around here that paid so well. I'd first came into the club as a bartender. I didn't know anybody then, not even Abby. Then when my dad's sickness surfaced, I had to quit school and meet Sean to take me as a stripper.
My first night with a man had been the scariest scenario of my life. I'd frozen at the door of the club's bedroom when the man tried to pull me in, all drunk. I remember looking like I'd seen a ghost. Then Donovan happened to walk by.
"Aren't you the new girl?" He'd asked "are you okay?"
I shook my head negatively and he told the man to let go of me and stay away. Then he took me to the bar and sat me down.
"You must be scared cause this is all new to you," he'd said "new to the club,new to the music, to the men and even to me. From your bio, you've never been at such a crowded place before" I'd looked down without a reply "is there something I should know?"
I'd looked back at him and asked him if I could go home. He had approved and I'd left immediately. As I walked along the club's sidewalk, a car drove up to a stop beside me. He was in that car and he'd asked me to get in so he'd drive me home.
'roads at these hours are dangerous' he'd told me before driving us away. He'd walked me up to my apartment door where I finally found the courage to tell him that I was a virgin and didn't know if I could handle my job just yet. I didn't know where the courage came from but I felt like I could trust him Even though he was a stranger and I didn't even know his name yet.
He had told me I didn't have to worry and to just do my job. After then, he made sure the men understood the difference between strippers and prostitutes. And he pretty much helped me get away from men who wanted taking me home for the night. Of course all that went well because the owner of the club, a woman called francesca was never around. But still, I owed so much to Donovan.
The following day, I did a great job in avoiding Blaire. While Abby thought it's best to confront her about it, I simply saw it useless to do so. A part of me wanted so badly to confront her about last night but I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I'm just gonna let it go like I always do. It always works for me. Besides, going out with Abby that morning had shaken things up a bit and I didn't wanna have to worry about anything else.
I woke up the next morning feeling drained. Today was an off day for me and I looked forward to just staying home and doing nothing. I dragged my feet out of the bathroom, my toothbrush stuck inside my mouth as i walked back into the bedroom to pick up my ringing phone.
I knew without looking that it was Abby who was calling. She's the only one who ever calls me anyway. That is asides from my apartment landlord of course.
Abby was the one calling as I'd suspected. I picked up "hey Abby"
I started walking back into the bathroom to continue my ritual teeth brushing. I stood before my vicinity mirror, watching my hair which was held in a messy bun at the center of my head.
"Wake up, kelsey! I need you to go get ready in thirty!" She screams into the phone.
"First off, I'm up and secondly....what's the occasion?" I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth into the sink.
"Francesca wants us to meet her at her house!"
My eyes grew wide like saucers. I spit out the rest of the liquid in my mouth before speaking "at her house? Why? Think we're getting a promotion?"
I heard her loud scuff before she replied " promotion? To what? Porn acting? Promotion my fat ars"
"Um....your ass isn't fat". I teased her.
"I don't mean that ass, I mean the other one, with an 'r'"
"I think they're the same thing, Abs"
"Alright, jeez! I'm hanging up now. I'll pick you up soon. Be ready okay?! After leaving francesca's, I'm meeting with Stephen. We have a date"
"A date?" How...."
"I'll tell you in the car. Bye!"
I sighed after hearing the disconnection beeps before turning on the tap to wash my mouth.