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Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem

Chapter Five

The next evening of work arrives and I stand in the backstage rooms, staring at the message from Zacky that tells me to be at the fancy Chinese restaurant at around one post meridiem tomorrow. As if I was in trance I texted him back that it's fine for me. Sometimes I could punch myself for how sweet I was to him though he deserves it. I shake my head while I put my phone into my jacket again to hang it back on the doorman. Just seconds after there is a knock at my door and Camille pokes her head inside. She was the good soul of our business and the head of the dancers, me being the exception of course. Her round face with the chocolate brown curls always makes me smile because she looks far too adorable than to be the little bitch she can be whenever someone's not playing after her rules.
“You're next. Candice just started her show,” she tells me with a smile and I nod in understanding. Slowly she closes the door again and I change into my outfit for tonight. After refreshing my makeup I finally make my way through the hallways to get next to the stage. Candice ends her performance as the candy girl and wishes me good luck before the lights go out which is my sign to step onstage and seduce the men my way.

My little half an hour of fame passes by too quickly for my taste and so I make a keen smile towards the men in the audience before I get my ass backstage again where I put some clothes on. Quickly I check my makeup and smile because I still look as good as I feel. I fluff my hair once more to then walk up to the bar where I get myself a Dirty Martini. Just when I sit down and sip of my drink, I realize that someone is approaching me. Someone that is not worth my time yet so I simply enjoy my drink until he makes his voice sound.
“Hey, babe, you were absolutely incredible up there,” he speaks and places his hand on my upper thigh to then let his fingertips slowly circle there which finally makes me look at him. I'm caught by his crystal blue eyes that seem to stare into my soul, seeing every cut that has been sewed back together. With all my self-control I have to hold a gasp back. These blue eyes were framed by black hair that had an interesting cut. Short in the back and spiked up and long on the sides with bangs to the side. All in all he was one handsome fella and the tattoos that graced his rather muscular arms were part of the reasons I don't push his hand away instantly.

“Do you... just... happen to do more private things?” His voice makes me snap back out of my trance and I quickly think about the fun and the money I could get. Not that I would have to depend on the money I earn in here but it was always one more pair of shoes each month.
“Usually not, but … I guess I could make an exception for you handsome fella. Don't think it's for free though, a 20-minute dance in the Champagne Room for yourself costs 500 bucks, can you even afford that, baby?“ I smile and speak with more arrogance than usually. He just looks at me with an amused expression which I don't like at all. This was nothing to laugh at or similar. This was a job to me and he should look more like he is excited for it and not … like he will just endure this.
“That's nothing to me, now don't waste time and guide me there already. I'm willing to pay that ridiculous price.” I cock an eyebrow at him but not one second my smirk vanishes. I am not letting him get to me with his comments. Most likely he was just looking for a rougher treatment but not with me. If he wants that, he should walk up to a dominatrix. I even know a good one right around the corner. I chuckle mentally when I imagine him being a sub and shake my head lightly, taking his hand to guide him into the sweet Champagne Room.

“Now prove that you're worth the money, babe, because I don't think you can convince me.” His tone is arrogant and I find it sexy. It suits his whole appearance to be arrogant and confident. I turn to the stereo and put my favorite piece in for my private dances. Seconds later “Tainted Love” by Marilyn Manson echoes through the room and determined to satisfy him and make him crave for more of me. Not only because I want to prove him differently but also because I had my fun in this as well.
Slowly I walk back up to him and give him all I got. I touch him when I really don't. My hands always stay more away from him than they touch him and just then I start doing what I never do: I get all hot when my warmth feels the rough fabric of his black jeans. I emote myself completely but he stays unimpressed. No sign of pleasure, no smile, no breath hitching when I rub myself against him. Not even his buddy down there shows something.

It takes all the self-control I have now not to punch him in the jaw or kick him in the balls. He gets me angry and frustrated. I start to doubt my abilities and my power to seduce men. Just like that I wish it was Zacky and not this stranger. Zachary would be allover me within seconds, pushing me into the cushions of the sofa to ravage my body the next second. For Zacky I was the sexiest and most beautiful woman alive.
Quickly I get rid of those thoughts again though. I have to concentrate on the here and now. What I feel towards Zacky should be the matter of another time since I am not even knowing what I feel towards him anyways.

“So … worth it or what?” I ask him while I try to catch my breath again. The stranger simply tilts his head back with his eyes closed and smirks. He smirks about my skills. No one has ever done that and I have the slight feeling that he knows how much it bothers me.
“Meh … actually … no. I've had better lap dances for half the money and also …” he pauses to look at his watch while I stare at him with disbelief. “That were only 15 minutes. You would think I'd forget the lack of time for the show you just presented me but … no.” I can't help but groan about that. This guy has some nerves, I tell you. My emotions make me jump up from his lap and I grab his jaw with one hand. Enough is enough, I tell myself and when his gaze meets mine I hope he sees how furious I am and what horrible things I can do to him in this state.
“If you want to I can get my boss and believe me, you can be as strong as you want to be … he can beat you up way worse than you ever could. So stop being such an ignorant fuck and give me my money!” My threat is the usual. I am not allowed to blow up my disguise so I tell him to get Matt to beat him up and if he doesn't give me what I earned through this dance, I will bury my hand in his pocket and maybe accidentally hurt him by his manhood.

“I highly doubt that … because I bet by now, he's unconscious and gets prepared for a lovely and bloody torture, honey.” My eyes went big as the moon at his words. The combination of Matt, torture and bloody is something I never wanted to hear. Angrily I pull him up to then slam him down on the ground by kicking away his feet so he loses his stability. In a smooth move I crouch next to him, having my knee deep into his upper stomach so he can breathe but has a pain to bare with.
“You're in cahoots with the redheaded slut, aren't you?!” I yell because I can't imagine how I was able to be so dumb and naïve. This anger towards him and myself makes me punch him rather hard on his left jawline.

I finally have had it with him. Now I know why he wanted to humiliate me in that way and I won't let him get away without a good old bludgeoning. Unfortunately I know that I can't do much to him because he is taller and stronger. He has the clear advantage in being a male human with arms like a beast that could make you wince in pain or pleasure. Mentally I curse myself for not being able to think professionally about this man and so I get up quickly to storm off to the door but just when I reach out my hand for it, he jumps at me and drags me to the ground by that.
For a moment I lose my orientation. I have no idea where left, right, up or down is but a ringing sound helps me. Just like a bat that orientates itself to the sound waves. Then I realize it's his phone ringing and he puts it on the speaker as soon as he picks up. I know this can only be the redheaded skank on the other line which makes me even more furious. Using the moment of distraction in which he talks while ignoring what he really says, I roll around with him. Everything else is forgotten and not even the rubbing of his jeans against my not yet healed wound can distract me now.

With a little strategy I roll further to the pole in the room to hit his head against it. It earns me nothing but an “ouch” and in my despair I know nothing else but to fight like a girl, making his shirt rip like paper as I try to get away from him with all I have. He is far too strong and also too heavy for me to succeed. It takes one move of him to gain the dominance in this fight and he pins my arms above my head while he sits on my lap. To say that this isn't a massive turn-on would be a lie but on the other hand the situation is far too serious. I know that if he wins, I will not survive to see the next day. Something inside of me finally clicks and I realize that I want to live and that not only because of my instincts but because I want to experience several more beautiful hours with my boyfriend, see more sunsets and have more laughs together with him. He is all I have and I can't leave him alone in this cold world.

“NO! Stop! Show some manners, sweetie!” He somewhat shouts like I am his little dog that he has to educate the hard way. Desperately I try to get away with shifting around but I have no luck. He is still stronger and has the has the predominance. Then I hear him sigh deeply while one hand sneaks down to my neck, grabbing it just lightly.
“You should behave next time, babe, otherwise I always have to knock you out and that's boring!“ And just after those words left his mouth, he tightens his grip and his fingertips hit this certain bundle of nerves. It doesn't even take a second until I start to see everything blurry and then the world is dark, cold and empty.

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