Chapter 2 - Dance For Me

• -Nova - Sergio named.
• I couldn't help but turn my eyes without him seeing me, I subtly took a deep breath and looked at him again. It seemed like the little percentage of patience I had would run out at any moment.
• -What happened? - I asked for.
• -The man who wanted to pay for a night with you wants you to dance for him in the private place - Sergio assured.
• If there was something I hated, it was the insistence of some people. I couldn't refuse a fucking dance, but I had to prepare myself mentally so as not to be tempted to insult him if he wanted something else after this. I always had security close to me in the event of any inconvenience but that could not always be enough, it would not take away a bad moment if I had to experience it for some reason.
• I needed the money, the more they wanted me and the more they paid for me to dance, the better it was for my finances. Sometimes it was difficult for me to forget that regardless of everything it was my job, I had to comply with the things that were asked of me and I couldn't always afford not to take private appointments. They were always the ones that I paid the most but the ones that I most refused to accept, in fact that is why they were so coveted with me since it was not so common for me to accept them.
• Anyway, I wanted to know who the man was who was so eager to get his hands on me.
• -Okay, tell him I'll be there in ten minutes - I said.
• I put the mask back on and with my subtle steps I headed to the VIP area of the club while I couldn't separate their eyes from my body, Sergio escorted me so that no one could touch me without me seeing them. In a way he was like my guardian angel in all of this, and always ensured my complete safety.
• I was going to reject him, I really wanted to, but I wanted to be able to deny to his face that he couldn't have me just like that: That my body wasn't for sale like I expected it to be. That was also a fun part of my job, making them want them until they feel like they can't take it anymore and in the end not letting them have any more.
• I wanted him to get tired of wanting me as if I were candy and he was a child who craved it but at the same time wasn't allowed to consume it. I wanted to be the prey of that lion who could not run at the same speed as the gazelle.
• When I got to the place I was going to, I found that man who kept looking at my eyes when he danced and I couldn't help but be surprised by that. He had left me completely speechless and speechless. Why was the man who had hardly paid attention to him? My body wanted something like that? You couldn't see the same desire in his pores as the rest, his indifference simply now filled me with doubts. I formed a thousand hypotheses in my head and yet none of them fit well enough to justify their presence at this moment.
• After all and regardless of what he might think, there he sat.
• -You - I mumbled.
• I paused and smiled again, I couldn't forget that this was my fucking job.
• -Good evening - I greeted.
• He was tense, with both arms stretched out to the sides of the chair while the muscles in his neck continued to show due to the level of tension he had. It seemed like he was carrying some degree of annoyance. His legs were open and his body was lying on the back of that black sofa.
• Mute, without even greeting me when I entered, with absolute seriousness.
• The private room did not have as much space as others did, it had the walls of a dark red tone while a couple of somewhat dim lights illuminated the pipe that was in front of the chair, it had a certain gloomy air that at the same time allowed highlight the mystery more. It was an interesting place where many wanted to fulfill more than one fantasy.
• I looked at him once more and paid a little more attention to his appearance: His complexion was neither so light nor so dark, his eyes had a light blue tint, and his slightly thick lips couldn't help but stand out. His hair was blonde, as were the traces of beard on his face.
• He was damn handsome and looked like the god of Olympus himself.
• "Sit down," he demanded.
• His voice was firm, somewhat heavy and thick as if he commanded excessive respect.
• -I'm not here for that - I asserted.
• -So? - He inquired.
• Resting slowly on his knees. Making the lights change the shadows of her face so that I could only see her eyes clearly, she had a very pretty look.
• -I came to dance for you - I stated.
• Or to continue dancing in this hell. Anyway, Persephone was the queen of it.
• His voice had such a particular tone that it managed to completely capture my attention, I couldn't stop looking at him even for a second as he also did.
• -Then dance for me - He said.
• -Any song of your choice? - I consulted.
• He shook his head slightly and with a short but precise gesture with his chin he asked me to start dancing although he didn't seem that interested in it. I began to dance in the pipe in a subtle way, without seeming to invade or expand in case he asked me for more.
• -What is your name? - He asked.
• I didn't answer, I just concentrated on my movements and the choreography I had for the song that was playing in the background while I hummed the corresponding bars in my head. After about ten seconds without a response he addressed me again.
• -Damn, what's your name? - He insisted.
• -Persephone - I responded.
• -Your real name - He asked.
• -I can't give you my real name - I stated.
• I saw him again, his gaze was not directed at any part of my body other than my face regardless of the movements I made. I couldn't deny that there was something about him that completely caught my attention, it seemed like he was hiding too many things behind his gaze and something told me that I could be involved in a certain way even though it wasn't completely direct.
• -I'm here simply to dance for you - I insisted.
• -I don't care what dance you do, I just want to talk to you and if I have to see you spin like a monkey while I do it, then I will do it - He reaffirmed.
• At that moment I stopped what I was doing and stood looking at him, I felt totally disconcerted by his approach. I was used to being desired with every inch of their gaze and the fact that he didn't take his eyes off mine worried me; he must be the only person who had made so much eye contact with me under this roof.
• -Don't you want to dance anymore? - He asked.
• With a somewhat malicious smile drawing on his mouth that managed to irritate me immediately. I couldn't understand if he was making fun of me or not.
• -What do you want? - I investigated.
• -I love you - He sentenced - My name is Fabrizio.
• -You have twenty more women who will agree without problem to spend a night with you, I suggest you not insist with me - I said.
• Fabrizio stood up at that moment so quickly that I had barely managed to realize that he had done it. He began to walk slowly towards me, his footsteps echoing as if the place was empty and the music had become silent. He began to surround me until he stopped on my back so that when he was barely ten centimeters from my body he caused my skin to completely stand on end. An intense cold was responsible for covering every centimeter of my body.
• I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and in my left ear, as if he were a lion waiting to stalk its prey. I had to remember that I was the gazelle.
• -I want my night to be with you - Fabrizio murmured.
• His voice again caused my skin to crawl, his perfume began to invade me and became truly intoxicating in a matter of seconds.
• -My nights are not for sale - I stated firmly.
• -Is there a problem Persephone? - Sergio asked.
• My body was more rigid than usual, he had managed to fill me with a great level of tension in a very short time and my brother, who was in charge of security at this time, had noticed it. It was not normal for Sergio to intervene in situations like these unless he perceived that there was no other option, or at least I asked him to do so myself. It was usually something I could deal with.
• I took a deep breath and with an elegant step I headed towards the entrance.
• -My shifts for today are over - I stated - I hope you liked it, Mr. Fabrizio.
• -I don't want it to end yet - Fabrizio answered.
• -I'm sorry to have to disappoint you sir, but my job ends when I decide to do it - I asserted.
• I didn't give him a chance to answer me, I slowly went to the dressing room to change my clothes. My body was shaking and I couldn't hide it; I didn't understand what was happening to me.
• She was quite used to having to deal with situations of this nature but with him, with him she felt different.