Chapter 03 - Business
"It takes more than one sentence, sir," I said, still sipping my wine. It wasn't as if I'd never heard that kind of phrase before. It was more common than anything for men to arrive with everything. I liked it because work ended early.
"I think you'll like what I'm going to do," he said, advancing on me and undressing me quickly. It was a record time for him to remove my clothes at that speed, without having to tear them off.
The man was on top of me, thrusting as dryly as possible. The lubrication I had used had completely dissipated, and I was just performing. It was terrible. No, it was terrible, even by EVE's standards. I didn't like it, and it was one of the times I hoped it would end soon. That client didn't have many specifications, apart from emphasizing the need for the room furthest away and most private from OWE. Dorian spared no effort when he offered the red room. Isolated and very expensive. It was good for everyone. Although, most of the time, all the promises of pleasure in that room were lies,
I began to find it strange that the man didn't do anything other than just thrust madly inside me. He wasn't a good size, I mean, he was average, but for some reason, he was uncomfortable and, in a way, even painful. I'd never experienced a sensation like that, except for losing my virginity years and years ago. I felt the urge to stop him and finish, but I was thinking of the money OWE was going to make from just that one client.
"Just a little longer, he'll come soon," I kept repeating to myself, as I tried to endure all that discomfort, which was getting more and more uncomfortable. It wasn't normal. I was fine, so it couldn't be me. Then, to my surprise, he finally stopped. I thought he had come, but that wasn't it. He stared at me with a penetrating, frightening gaze. At that moment, my brain had already understood that something very bad was going to happen, but when I mustered the strength to scream for help, he spoke first.
"Remember when I said I wanted to eat you?" he asked. It took me seconds before I finally saw the glint of the object in his hand. A knife, so sharp that I didn't even need to touch it. I widened my eyes and opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn't. In a quick gesture, he covered my mouth and threw his body over me. With the knife, he cut my arm, and I bled. I immediately started crying, but the worst was yet to come. I wasn't crying, EVE wasn't. Amelie was crying. It was Amelie who felt the pain of the act and realized the situation she was in. It was Amelie who suffered the violence the moment he stopped. I couldn't stand by, knowing everything that was happening. She had no strength, and I knew it would get worse. So I made a move. I managed to gather my strength and get him off me before he could make a third cut. I threw myself off the bed and screamed. I screamed so loud, and I ran.
There was an emergency button, and it was closer to the door. Either I ran to the button and waited for help, or I ran to the door, with the chance that he would reach me first. I pressed the button and ran right away. I ran around the huge room until help arrived. I tried to hold myself together so that Amelie wouldn't see or feel any of this again, but I failed. The next thing I knew, Axel was already shooting the boy, and the other men were helping to immobilize him. Amelie was already crying, her eyes heavy with pain, as she watched the blood drip away. I had failed at everything.
"Why are you crying? I didn't ask you to cry," the man in front of me asked, as he calmly approached. "Is everything all right?" Then I came back to reality. I hadn't seen him since he came through the door. My mind was just replaying the incident. None of it was real, it was just a memory. Perhaps not even EVE was ready to return to the red room.
"It's okay, it was just... a bad memory," I lied, trying to get around the situation and continue with the service. "Can we pick up where we left off?" I asked, settling into the chair, wanting to maintain the EVE pose.
"I don't want to have a session if you don't want to," he said, understanding. No man was like that. "I don't like bad things, and a session like this doesn't seem to end well," he commented.
"I'm a stripper and a prostitute, sir. I don't want to do anything I do," I said. It was a lie. I loved night work, after all.
"Amelie doesn't like it, but you do EVE," he said, staring at me. The man was incredibly different from the store. He was handsome and polite, and he didn't even seem to be the same person. When he said the sentence, I froze. It was common knowledge that I was Amelie in the morning and EVE at night, but from everyone's point of view, it was just a stage name. The man knew from the way he spoke that it wasn't that. "Yes, I know you're not the same person, but at the same time, you are," he said.
I wanted to ask him about it all, but I couldn't. There was something curious about it. "I've had my eye on you for a while. I know a lot about you, and I'm delighted with everything you've achieved. I don't know if it sounds strange or not, but I'm interested in both of you. I know your way of working, so I know you don't know my name yet, but let me introduce myself. Carbon Moz," he revealed.
"Carbon Moz? From the car industry?" I asked. The Moz company was gigantic. Just gigantic. He couldn't possibly own it. What would that man want with a stripper?
"Yes, EVE. I see you already know me. You're one of the few who really know who I am. Now imagine, what a powerful man like me can do with the most famous stripper known today?" he asked. "I'm interested in you, EVE, and in Amelie, and I've set all this up to offer you the chance to be mine," he said. Then, before I could answer anything, he stood up, straightened himself, and handed me a handkerchief. "That pretty face mustn't be stained. Go on, get ready, and get as many clients as you can. I'll make sure I'm the favorite and that you choose me," he said, certain of his proposition. On closer inspection, Carbon seemed to be a good match for him.
"What makes you think there are choices for me to make here?" I asked, wondering what he was talking about.
"Axel and Dorian, EVE," he said. "As I said, I know you well," and then he left. Looking around the room, and finally understanding everything that was going on, I realized that I had unwittingly fallen into a deal. I knew that Carbon would come back and that when he did, I would fight a third battle of romance and sex. Amelie was as confused as I was.