Chapter 5 Private Show

∆Katherine Condor∆

I'm currently waiting for the manager in her office to assign me to the room where my private show will happen. It's been five hours since I got to the club and over thirty minutes I've been in her office still no sign of her. She's been working everywhere in the club, ensuring things are in order. From the Bar to the audience slot, to the VIP section, and then the private pubs. Stacking the bar and wine cellar with all sorts of wine and re-arranging the private pubs, with all sort of bizarre fuckery equipment. Ranging from ropes to whips, Cuffs, lube, sex toys, massage tables, massage pads, and oils then finally Dildos.

I eventually got tired of waiting for her in her office, doing nothing but scrolling through Instagram feeds, to see which celebrity is in vogue, dating who and which of them is being dragged. I go back into the dresser room and notice some of the girls are touching up their make-up and changing their clothes. While the others are either engaged in a group conversation or just sitting, it doesn't take me time to notice Marvin isn't here.

"Hmm, Ariana have you seen Marvin or Dorothy?" I ask but she doesn't answer. Scratch that she didn't even as much as regards me. She sat still doing whatever in her phone. "Ariana?" I call again.

"What is it, this time?" She asks with irritation laced in her voice. The hell is her problem?

"I asked if you've seen either Marvin or Dorothy?"

"And I'm supposed to answer you because"? She asks with wide eyes that hold so much disdain, anger, and envy.

"You are supposed to answer because it's a question and it is directed to you?" I snap.

"Firstly, it is not part of my job description to give answers and secondly I am not a keeper of neither of them" she retorts.

"Of course you aren't," I say and begin to walk to my dresser table.

"What do you mean by that? She asks but I look at her unknowingly.

" what are you talking about ma'am"? I ask her while getting rid of my lenses.

"The thing beneath the thing you just said..., the of 'course you aren't' talk you just dropped.., what do you mean by that?"

"It means what it means baby girl"

"Tch. . . . , I see. Imbecile"

"What did you just call me?"

"Imbecile, what're you going to do about it?"

"You'd better watch what you say go be bitch, or else?"

"Or else what? You'd bewitch me with cancer like you did your mum? Or make me disappear like you did your father?

"I'll think of something different for you" I retort trying to sound tough but my voice only came out squishy making it obvious I'm trying hard not to cry.

"Ohh, baby girl, don't cry. Did I strike a nerve?"

Just when I'm about to answer her, the dresser room opens, and Dorothy stroll in.

"as you all know we are expecting some big guests today. The owner's son and his friends have been away for a while now but are now back. I'd like you guys to put on your very best. I need him highly impressed with your performance and every other thing here and above all, I'll need you, girls, to behave" she says looking across Ariana and me. Her message is clear as Crystal's. She wiggles her brows upward and clicks her tongue to the corner of her mouth implying what's to come next.

"Whatever good and sexy thing you've been doing, I want it double. Double hotness, double spice, and double sauce. Do you understand what?"

"Yes, Dorothy" we all chorused, except me though. I'm still deeply affected and pissed at Ariana.

"Kitty, your client will be here in twenty minutes. Go freshen up and get dressed"

"Last time I checked, today is my day off and the 'client' isn't for me but Ariana. She should take up her responsibility, I have other things to do" I say and begin to go outside.

"Where you going," Dorothy asks causing me to halt my movement.

"My house why?" I ask turning back into the room, my eyes squarely on her face.

"You are going nowhere young lady" she spits, her eyes daring me to protest, and I did.

"The hell I am" I spout not minding the hard glare she is sending my way.

"Do you want to lose your job?" She asks me, folding her hands on her upper chest.

"You can't sack me. I generate too much money for you to think of kicking me out. You can't afford to not have me." I speak confidently.

" whatever.....I need you to perform on stage later, with the other girls, when Jordan and his friends are around"

"That's like working extra time for me. What do I get in return?"

"Extra pay?"Dorothy questions rather than states. Well, it's to my advantage she's asking, I get to choose whatever I want for my compensation.

"The new head stripper" I blurt without thinking. Surely being the head stripper is want I want. It's like adding my work to my already choked schedule. I'm beginning to harbor regretful thoughts as to the choice I made, nonetheless, that thought flew out, through my nostrils when I sneak a peek at Ariana's face. Her countenance mirrors pure disapproval, rage, anger, and jealousy. All these different emotions combined plastered her face in beautiful symphonic chaos. My choice is perfect after all.

"Fine" Dorothy, replies in one breathe. well, that was unusual, she must need me to be on the stage, the Dorothy I know wouldn't have asked what I want for my compensation. If cash is what she wants to pay me with, then the cash is what I'd be getting. But here she is yielding to my demands.

"That's unfair. I'm supposed to be the head stripper. I came here before her. I've worked longer than her" Ariana complains bitterly. If only looks could kill, I'd be six feet gone already.

"It doesn't work that way baby girl" I retort my mockery. If we think she affects me by her stares then she's got to have a rethink.

"Alright, Ariana go get dressed you are on for the private dance like we initially agreed" Dorothy cries out while going back to what she was doing. You can hang around, and do whatever you like in the meantime. I will signal you when it is time to dance"

Did I hear right? Little miss bitter asked us to 'hang around until she signals us'

unbelievable. . . , maybe I heard wrong or I'm still in my dream. Someone pinch me, please. What happened to the there's - no-time-waste Dorothy? Or is this a pirated copy of the original Dorothy? Even the faces of the other girls in the room are mirroring my shocked expression. Wide eyes, open mouth, and full-body stillness.

Ultimately, I cannot be in a club and 'just hang around' I should go dance or get myself some hot rich fine-as-hell guy to dance with or go have some nice liquor even though alcohol is not my thing. I feel a sudden urge to have the intoxicating substance in my system.

I walk out of the dresser room and walk towards the wine cellar at the manager's office and for reasons I don't know I begin to feel apprehensive. You know that cold eerie feeling you get when someone is watching you? Well yeah, that's how I feel and it's creeping the hell out of me, that I begin to sweat in weird places. Like who the hell sweats in the ear for fuck sake?

"Boom" I hear someone shout and I can swear my heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds. The wine bottle in my hold falls to the ground and shattered into pieces, the drink splashing over my legs. I'm about to do something crazy or silly when I halt myself. I can hear shrieks of hysteric laughter coming from the other room and it sounds vaguely familiar but I can't wrap my head around it. I'm way disoriented to use my brains.

Tentatively I maneuvered through the scattered glass and Glance through the slightly opened door of the other room where the laugh is coming from and I see Marvin on the floor rolling as she laughs her head out.

"What the fuck bitch"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that" she lets out, admits muffled laughter.

". . .Scare me like that? Babe I almost peed in my panties" I say using my hand to check if I'm wet " look at the mess you caused"

"Don't be ridiculous" Marvin says after gaining composure. "Lift me please" outstretched her hands to me and I obliged.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I query her.

"I saw you coming over here and decide to give you a little surprise"

"And cause a huge mess," I say looking at the broken glass and spilled wine on the floor.

"Don't worry I'll have one of the cleaners see to it, lets go and get you whipped"

"Don't say whipped please, it makes me think of something else" I say furrowing my eyes brows, and scrunching nose.

"Blame your rotten mind, not me" she retorts.

"Right.., I bet yours is more rotten than mine"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night bitch" she whispers in my ears.

We got to the bathroom and wipe off the sprinkled drink from my legs and shoe before informing one of the cleaners to go sort the mess.

"If you are still interested in the drink, we could go get some from the bar," Marvin says.

"Yeah, let's do that" I reply and we both head over to the bar.

I square my shoulders in an attempt to dodge the mass of people that are beginning to fill every nook and cranny of the club, lifting myself, I plunge into the high stool in the bar, Marvin taking her seat on the stool next to mine.

Looking around I cuss and chastise myself for deciding to come to the bar. All male eyes are on me beckoning on me to come. 'Not tonight' please I thought in my head.

"I'm jealous of you" Marvin suddenly blurts. "You ain't even doing anything seductive, yet all the men's eyes are on you. Tell me how do you do it?

" Do what?"

"Command so much attention?" Sgt says in an obvious tone.

"Says the girl who gets fucked by seven different guys in a day"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," she says adjusting her position on her stool.

"Yeah, let's do that" I add in while signaling one of the male bartenders to come to attend to our orders.

"Hi lovelies, what bring such damsels as yourselves to my coven," he says smiling, causing his dimples to sprout on both his cheeks, deferring his expertise as far as fixing a drink is concerned. I can't help but smile back.

"We are here to drink?" I sat cutting to chase.

"What can I offer you then, ?" he questions seductively, casting his tongue to the nook of his mouth.

" Two shots of vodka and two espresso martini" I reply to him and go off to prepare our drink.

"I like him" Marvin whispers to my ears.

"I must confess, he is good. However, I insist on passing" I reply, eye raking, the poor bartender. No sorry, he is far from poor. Did you see his ass?

"I wouldn't dare pass out on this one. I'm sure the muscles on his arms can be put to better usage than fixing drinks." Marvin says flicking her tongues on her lower lip. Gosh, they have so much in common. Their flirt skill is so compatible.

"I'm sure they can," I say.

"And I'm thinking that a fuck at the back of the wine shelf wouldn't be a bad idea. Or inside the space where he brews drinks. Imagine me, plunged on the countertop, with his dick inside of me, fucking me from behind while fixing drinks for customers."

"It's gonna be so hot," I say with wide eyes, perplexed at how she could come up with something as devastatingly hot as that. You know, I kind of like it. The thrill of being caught.