Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem
Chapter Six
-the story of a few doors away-
The business is running at its best tonight and I am more than satisfied while I look through the files of the accountants. Our volume of sales tripled the last month and I was in the mood to party. When someone knocked at the door I simply called the person in but kept my eyes on the papers for a bit longer.
“Hold on a second, sweets…” I mutter before I put my pen away, leaning back into my chair so I can look at the person. Just when I wanted to say something, I realize that I have no idea who she is. Black curls hang from her head and ocean blue eyes look at me as if she was a little lost puppy, not knowing where she actually really is. Somehow I feel pity towards her because she can only be here to apply for a new job and a girl with her aura and innocence should not be working for me. But then I remember that I have seventeen years-old working for me in one of my strip clubs which makes me forget every moral I maybe had for a second again.
“Now who are you and … how did you get here?” I ask her rather kindly while my eyes are glued to hers, not knowing why I am feeling so familiar with her already.
“By walking?” She jokes around and step closer. Only then I realize her rocking body and the ache hits me again. The ache of frustration that I haven't had a girl squirming underneath me for far too long. “Sorry and um … Camille? Yeah, Camille was nice enough to guide me here and I'm supposed to have an interview with you for a job? Lara Evans…?”
Lara Evans is not waking any memories inside of my head and usually I pick the girls carefully that are applying for a job in this very club.
“I'm … sorry, but I can't remember at all. But … you at least look like, excuse my choice of words, marvelous material,” I say and grab the edge of the table to get up then, stretching out a little while I try to figure out if I invited her or not. It's true that I somehow know her face but the name was not giving me any hints.
“Well then, follow me and show me what you got. I could use some relaxation anyways so that's rather convenient.” A smirk graces my lips while I guide her into the adjoining room that was just made for my dances and also of course for the auditions of new girls. I sit down at the horseshoe couch and lean back to watch her getting ready. The remote control to the stereo finds itself into my hand and I put some random music on to then simply enjoy her body moving perfectly with the rhythm. It's obvious that she improvises but she's good at it and as soon as she joins my club, she will get her choreography from Camille. Each girls has her own dances though they are allowed to change now and then a bit but mainly it's always the same set of ten songs that we just change completely every half a year.
If this would be a normal strip club like my others, I couldn't change the songs for the girls at all because there I always put the … well … girls that aren't that smart. Slightly I tilt my head to the side while she comes closer in the end to then sit down on my lap. It confuses me when she cups my cheeks but I shake that off to make room for my possibilities.
Of course the first thing that I think about is how the next second we will find each other in a demanding kiss that I dominate while she tries her best to convince me of being good enough for this job. And of course I should be told otherwise because when do I really have the luck on my side?
“Don't you remember me, handsome ... ?“ She whispers and immediately I narrow my eyes at her a little, feeling suspicious towards her while I straighten up a bit, ready to push her back or similar.
“What … ?” Is all I say before it finally sinks in. The redheaded prostitute which is in reality an assassin with the job to kill me. “Not y-…” is all I can let out since she was too quick. A second later I feel a light pain in my left arm and I just have time to look at the needle for a split second until my muscles relax and my brain shuts off.
When I wake up again, my head aches like someone smashed it against a wall for a bazillion times and a weird smell reaches my nose. I wrinkle it lightly before I look into the eyes of the woman I craved to have just like this but with my hands being free and not cuffed to the damn stripper pole behind myself.
“Hello again, handsome.” She simply says, smiling all sweetly while she grabs a hold of her dagger. I can't help but be confused at first to then remember everything which fills me up with anger but also fear. In the end she came here to kill me and from what I heard about her, she loves to take her time with torture and bloody games.
“I can't believe I was dumb enough to fall for you again.” My voice is a groan full of frustration and I tilt my head back after I gave up to free myself from those cuffs around my wrists.
“Well, you're a guy. You're supposed to 'fall for' girls who present you their cleavage and body rather than their face. It's an easy game with the most of you which is why us female assassins have a bit of a better chance from time to time to not get caught or killed by others of our kind,” she explains while she sits down on my lap. The fact that I can't push her off drives me nuts and makes me huff silently while I can't help but shift around to try and move away.
“You're a meaningless whore, nothing more, so stop acting like you're better than me.” Yes, I admit that insulting might not be the best thing to do in my position but I can't help it. Whenever I pictured my next meeting with Miss Ruby, she was never in the dominant position. I always have the control whether in my fantasies or in reality.
“Interesting way of looking at things but … you still fell for me. Twice. That gives me kind of a victorious feeling.” Her chuckle is worse than her tracing the tip of her dagger down my chest. It cuts through me like a thousand knifes. I was the man here. I was the stronger one and yet the fooled me for the second time. That she was right is much more to handle than the pain she'll be giving me physically any moment.
My mind shuts off with my rage towards her and I simply stare at her in disbelief which is more towards myself than towards her so-called abilities and tricks. Just then her phone starts ringing and makes me get back from my little raging rampage. Slowly she gets up from my lap and has the nerve to answer her damn phone as if I was someone unimportant that she doesn't have to pay attention to because, hell, he won't do anything anyways.
I watch her while she talks to the person on the phone. It turns out that it's a male called Zack like in Zachary or Zacky. Something rings in my memory and a short smirk rushes over my lips. She knows someone named Zacky and as fate wants it, my dearest Alice dates someone with that name. I should be damned if it's not the same person and he maybe dates two girls at the same time. This would give me the chance to threaten Ruby and at the same time to get rid of Alice annoying boyfriend that is far too dangerous in her business and mine.
“Alrighty, sweetie, change of plans. You're coming with me!“ My attitude gets back at her words and I huff silently. “Yeah, right. Take those cuffs off just a tiny bit and you're dead, not me,” I nearly spit those words which hopefully reminds her who is the stronger one here but she just sighs silently. She doesn't seem to understand it one tiny bit. “So stubborn, really? Well then.... I didn't want a drooling but a bleeding you but seems like I have no other choice.” “Drooling? I'm not ever gonna fall for your tricks again … not gonna drool over you.” I huff those words again to cover my lie. In fact I would fall for her over and over again and her body makes me drool every time until I finally got her at least once.
“I didn't mean drooling that way …” she says dreamy and takes out one of those disgusting needles to go over it with her fingertip. This scenery sends a cold shiver down my spine. Needles were never something I was too fond of and to see her having a certain fascination for them just creeps me out. “I actually meant it by giving you some of this. You won't have no other choice but to follow me.” And then, once more, she injects something into me and without any chance of a fight or anything I expect to black out again but the situation is even worse: My body shuts off but my brain stays awake for a little psychic torture that I can't do anything about.
Since there is nothing I can do but watch her as far as I can, I follow her with my eyes. She walks over to the closet where I store some costumes for the ladies whenever I want a certain motto to be covered. If I could smirk, I would right now because she picks my favorite which is the nurse dress. Short where is shoulder be and tight as fuck. Luckily all my muscles are relaxed and so she at least can't give me a boner now. While I watch her leave, I start to wonder where the hell Alice is and why she isn't getting me out of this shit but then again she could be into some serious trouble, too. All in all my situation was rather helpless and so I simply coped with it and at least begged for this humiliating part of me being all motionless to be over soon.
The business is running at its best tonight and I am more than satisfied while I look through the files of the accountants. Our volume of sales tripled the last month and I was in the mood to party. When someone knocked at the door I simply called the person in but kept my eyes on the papers for a bit longer.
“Hold on a second, sweets…” I mutter before I put my pen away, leaning back into my chair so I can look at the person. Just when I wanted to say something, I realize that I have no idea who she is. Black curls hang from her head and ocean blue eyes look at me as if she was a little lost puppy, not knowing where she actually really is. Somehow I feel pity towards her because she can only be here to apply for a new job and a girl with her aura and innocence should not be working for me. But then I remember that I have seventeen years-old working for me in one of my strip clubs which makes me forget every moral I maybe had for a second again.
“Now who are you and … how did you get here?” I ask her rather kindly while my eyes are glued to hers, not knowing why I am feeling so familiar with her already.
“By walking?” She jokes around and step closer. Only then I realize her rocking body and the ache hits me again. The ache of frustration that I haven't had a girl squirming underneath me for far too long. “Sorry and um … Camille? Yeah, Camille was nice enough to guide me here and I'm supposed to have an interview with you for a job? Lara Evans…?”
Lara Evans is not waking any memories inside of my head and usually I pick the girls carefully that are applying for a job in this very club.
“I'm … sorry, but I can't remember at all. But … you at least look like, excuse my choice of words, marvelous material,” I say and grab the edge of the table to get up then, stretching out a little while I try to figure out if I invited her or not. It's true that I somehow know her face but the name was not giving me any hints.
“Well then, follow me and show me what you got. I could use some relaxation anyways so that's rather convenient.” A smirk graces my lips while I guide her into the adjoining room that was just made for my dances and also of course for the auditions of new girls. I sit down at the horseshoe couch and lean back to watch her getting ready. The remote control to the stereo finds itself into my hand and I put some random music on to then simply enjoy her body moving perfectly with the rhythm. It's obvious that she improvises but she's good at it and as soon as she joins my club, she will get her choreography from Camille. Each girls has her own dances though they are allowed to change now and then a bit but mainly it's always the same set of ten songs that we just change completely every half a year.
If this would be a normal strip club like my others, I couldn't change the songs for the girls at all because there I always put the … well … girls that aren't that smart. Slightly I tilt my head to the side while she comes closer in the end to then sit down on my lap. It confuses me when she cups my cheeks but I shake that off to make room for my possibilities.
Of course the first thing that I think about is how the next second we will find each other in a demanding kiss that I dominate while she tries her best to convince me of being good enough for this job. And of course I should be told otherwise because when do I really have the luck on my side?
“Don't you remember me, handsome ... ?“ She whispers and immediately I narrow my eyes at her a little, feeling suspicious towards her while I straighten up a bit, ready to push her back or similar.
“What … ?” Is all I say before it finally sinks in. The redheaded prostitute which is in reality an assassin with the job to kill me. “Not y-…” is all I can let out since she was too quick. A second later I feel a light pain in my left arm and I just have time to look at the needle for a split second until my muscles relax and my brain shuts off.
When I wake up again, my head aches like someone smashed it against a wall for a bazillion times and a weird smell reaches my nose. I wrinkle it lightly before I look into the eyes of the woman I craved to have just like this but with my hands being free and not cuffed to the damn stripper pole behind myself.
“Hello again, handsome.” She simply says, smiling all sweetly while she grabs a hold of her dagger. I can't help but be confused at first to then remember everything which fills me up with anger but also fear. In the end she came here to kill me and from what I heard about her, she loves to take her time with torture and bloody games.
“I can't believe I was dumb enough to fall for you again.” My voice is a groan full of frustration and I tilt my head back after I gave up to free myself from those cuffs around my wrists.
“Well, you're a guy. You're supposed to 'fall for' girls who present you their cleavage and body rather than their face. It's an easy game with the most of you which is why us female assassins have a bit of a better chance from time to time to not get caught or killed by others of our kind,” she explains while she sits down on my lap. The fact that I can't push her off drives me nuts and makes me huff silently while I can't help but shift around to try and move away.
“You're a meaningless whore, nothing more, so stop acting like you're better than me.” Yes, I admit that insulting might not be the best thing to do in my position but I can't help it. Whenever I pictured my next meeting with Miss Ruby, she was never in the dominant position. I always have the control whether in my fantasies or in reality.
“Interesting way of looking at things but … you still fell for me. Twice. That gives me kind of a victorious feeling.” Her chuckle is worse than her tracing the tip of her dagger down my chest. It cuts through me like a thousand knifes. I was the man here. I was the stronger one and yet the fooled me for the second time. That she was right is much more to handle than the pain she'll be giving me physically any moment.
My mind shuts off with my rage towards her and I simply stare at her in disbelief which is more towards myself than towards her so-called abilities and tricks. Just then her phone starts ringing and makes me get back from my little raging rampage. Slowly she gets up from my lap and has the nerve to answer her damn phone as if I was someone unimportant that she doesn't have to pay attention to because, hell, he won't do anything anyways.
I watch her while she talks to the person on the phone. It turns out that it's a male called Zack like in Zachary or Zacky. Something rings in my memory and a short smirk rushes over my lips. She knows someone named Zacky and as fate wants it, my dearest Alice dates someone with that name. I should be damned if it's not the same person and he maybe dates two girls at the same time. This would give me the chance to threaten Ruby and at the same time to get rid of Alice annoying boyfriend that is far too dangerous in her business and mine.
“Alrighty, sweetie, change of plans. You're coming with me!“ My attitude gets back at her words and I huff silently. “Yeah, right. Take those cuffs off just a tiny bit and you're dead, not me,” I nearly spit those words which hopefully reminds her who is the stronger one here but she just sighs silently. She doesn't seem to understand it one tiny bit. “So stubborn, really? Well then.... I didn't want a drooling but a bleeding you but seems like I have no other choice.” “Drooling? I'm not ever gonna fall for your tricks again … not gonna drool over you.” I huff those words again to cover my lie. In fact I would fall for her over and over again and her body makes me drool every time until I finally got her at least once.
“I didn't mean drooling that way …” she says dreamy and takes out one of those disgusting needles to go over it with her fingertip. This scenery sends a cold shiver down my spine. Needles were never something I was too fond of and to see her having a certain fascination for them just creeps me out. “I actually meant it by giving you some of this. You won't have no other choice but to follow me.” And then, once more, she injects something into me and without any chance of a fight or anything I expect to black out again but the situation is even worse: My body shuts off but my brain stays awake for a little psychic torture that I can't do anything about.
Since there is nothing I can do but watch her as far as I can, I follow her with my eyes. She walks over to the closet where I store some costumes for the ladies whenever I want a certain motto to be covered. If I could smirk, I would right now because she picks my favorite which is the nurse dress. Short where is shoulder be and tight as fuck. Luckily all my muscles are relaxed and so she at least can't give me a boner now. While I watch her leave, I start to wonder where the hell Alice is and why she isn't getting me out of this shit but then again she could be into some serious trouble, too. All in all my situation was rather helpless and so I simply coped with it and at least begged for this humiliating part of me being all motionless to be over soon.
