A smirk appeared on her boss' face as he replied,
"Yes Charlotte, he paid a huge amount of money for it"
The manager let out a soft laugh at the mention of money as if it was supposed to make her fears magically disappear.
Charlotte continued in anger, "I don't do private sections and you know that I thought you were going to hand me my paycheck today, I'm done for the night so what's all this about?", Charlotte clenched her hands into a tight fist because she wasn't having it.
Manager Tee stood up and slammed his hands against the table in rage, "You will do as I say, you are a fucking stripper! You are here to entertain people, so go the fuck out there and do your job!, I'm not giving you anything until you get the job done".
"I won't do it", Charlotte retorted in anger. In provocation, Manager Tee threw bundles of cash at her, leaving Charlotte shocked.
Charlotte's eyes widened at the sight of so much money, that she felt tempted.
"What's the meaning of this?" Charlotte asked trying to keep her composure as if the sight of the money did not affect her.
"C'mon Charlotte, we both know that you need this money so, why don't you just put your pride aside for today? We both know that you will regret it if you miss this perfect opportunity to make good money to take care of your dad." The manager tried to persuade her.
"This man is one of the richest billionaires in the city, and he is willing to pay just any amount for you. You might get more if you satisfy him. He just needs you to strip for him." The manager continued.
"Did you forget what happened some months ago that made me stop doing private sections?" Charlotte asked, as she became more anxious thinking about the painful memory, she had been left to constant fear and disgust and didn't want history to repeat itself.
"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.
Charlotte paused for a second, she was caught up in a crossroad by risking her safety to pay for her father's surgery. Anxiety settled on her chest as her hands became sweaty again.
"I'm not doing it, you can do it yourself", Charlotte threatened to walk away when Manager Tee forcefully gripped her hand preventing her from walking away, and held her by the jaw threatening her.
"You will do as I say, you will not humiliate me", he said in fury still gripping her by the jaw.
As tension filled the air Charlotte struggled to free herself from his grip, with both eyes met in fury.
Immediately, a waitress entered the office panting, seeing the awkward situation Manager Tee let go of Charlotte.
"What is it?", He asked the waitress
"Mr. Lucas is angry, he is calling for you", she replied
. "Alright you can go, I'll be with him shortly", he replied to her, and then she left.
"Just thirty minutes with the client won't hurt you," The manager said making his way back to his seat.
"You only care about your money, that's all, and no one else", Charlotte said picking up the bundles of cash on the ground.
"I'm glad we have that sorted out, now go get dressed, your client is waiting", he said to Charlotte.
She knew she had to pay a price to get what she wanted, like they say nothing good comes easy. The fact that she might be able to pay for her father's surgery after that night pushed her to accept the job not because of her boss's threats, that wasn't the first time she rebelled.
"This money isn't enough, if you want me to risk myself again for your selfish reasons, you might as well triple my pay like you said he's wealthy", Charlotte said with a stern look.
Manager Tee burst into laughter,
"Yes! This is the Charlotte I know, this is why I like you", he responded making a silent clap with his hands and dropping a couple more bundles for her, as he was desperate to do anything just to make her satisfy Mr Lucas.
Charlotte picked up the money and immediately went to the dressing room.
When she was done dressing up, she made her way to the dark private room where the client, Mr. Lucas was already seated.
As she got to the door, her fingers lingered on the door knob refusing to open the door as she was already anxious and having sweaty hands.
She understood every man who came to the club, especially those who were willing to do anything or pay any amount of money just for their pleasure, these men paid no respect to whoever gave them the pleasure.
She felt disgusted having to entertain men, to please them when all they did was leave her feeling worthless every single time, they never failed to remind her. She knew this 'important client' wouldn't be any different.
She took a deep breath to relax her nerves, put on her mask then she opened the door and walked in. Charlotte saw her client, well-suited sitting like a king, an aura of sophistication emanated from his presence which made her even more nervous.
She was doing this for her father, that's all she could think about, without a word she stepped onto the dark stage.
Then the music came on and she moved her body, swirling it over the pole. A pervasive numbness settled over her, as the sound from the song became mere distant echoes, it was as if she became detached from reality and was in another dimension.
Her sexual appeal was so strong that men had it difficult to resist her. With the client's facial expression, Charlotte could tell that he was fascinated by her performance.
She knew he was already hard through his pants, and wanted her, she knew because all men always had a similar expression whenever she performed, and this made her feel disgusted.
She hated doing this, she hated that the client had to make her do something she didn't want to do and yet still wanted to have her.
After thirty minutes passed, the section came to an end. Charlotte was about to make her way to the door when the client called her back and asked her to come sit with him, offering to pay her even more that would last her a lifetime.
Lucas immediately signaled one of his bodyguards who was outside the door to bring in a bag containing bundles of cash, handling it to her.
Charlotte was reluctant to his request as she was not interested in being in the same space with someone she despised
"No, you paid for a section and I'm done", Charlotte said, making her way to the door when the door slammed shot.