Chapter 73 Chapter 73
Chapter 73
Nina’s POV
Enzo didn’t move right away. Just sat there, legs spread wide, cigar forgotten between his fingers. Smoke drifted up in lazy curls, catching the low lights and turning gold. His eyes stayed locked on me—slow drag from my silver heels up my legs, over the tiny skirt that barely covered anything, across the straps that crossed my nipples like they were holding secrets, then back to my face.
I felt every inch of that look. Heat followed it. My skin prickled. Nipples tightened under the thin fabric. Thighs squeezed together on instinct. The heels made my ass pop more, forced my back to arch a little. Every small shift made my breasts bounce. I knew he saw it. Knew he liked it.
He finally set the cigar in the ashtray. Slow. Deliberate. Stood up. Towered over me without stepping closer yet.
“You look like trouble,” he said. Voice low. Rough around the edges. “The kind I like.”
I tried to keep my chin up. Act like I wasn’t shaking inside. “Good. That’s the point, right?”
He stepped forward then. Close enough I could smell the cigar smoke on his breath mixed with his cologne—woodsy, dark, expensive. His hand lifted. Fingers brushed the strap over my shoulder. Light. Testing. Didn’t pull. Just traced the line down to where it barely covered my nipple.
My breath hitched. Loud in the quiet room.
“You nervous, kitten?” he asked. Half smile. Half challenge.
“A little,” I admitted. No point lying. He’d see through it anyway. “Never done this before.”
“Never danced for money?” He tilted his head. Eyes dark. “Or never had a man look at you like he wants to eat you alive?”
I swallowed. “Both.”
His thumb grazed the edge of the fabric. Barely there. But enough to make my whole body spark.
“First time for everything,” he murmured. “And you’re gonna be good at it. I can tell.”
Kim K cleared his throat from the doorway. Loud. Dramatic. “If you two are done eye-fucking in my lobby, we still have fittings. Accessories. Pole work basics. She needs to walk before she can grind.”
Enzo didn’t look away from me. “Five minutes,” he told Kim K. Voice flat. Final.
Kim K huffed. “Fine. But don’t ruin my masterpiece before she hits the stage.”
He disappeared back through the curtain. Left us alone.
Enzo’s hand dropped. Stepped back half a step. Gave me space. But his eyes didn’t leave mine.
“Turn around,” he said. Quiet command.
I did. Slow. Felt the skirt ride up a little higher. Ass cheeks exposed. Cool air hit skin still sensitive from the wax.
He let out a low breath. Almost a groan. “Fuck.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “That good?”
“Better than good.” He stepped closer again. Chest brushed my back. Not pressing. Just there. Heat radiated off him. His hand settled low on my hip. Fingers splayed. Thumb tracing the edge of the skirt. “You walk out on that stage like this… every man in the room is gonna forget his own name.”
I leaned back just a fraction. Felt him hard against my lower back. Thick. Insistent. My pulse jumped.
“And you?” I asked. Voice breathy. “What do you forget?”
He chuckled against my ear. Warm breath sent shivers down my spine. “Nothing. I remember every detail. Every curve. Every sound you make when you’re trying not to moan.”
His hand slid up. Slow. Over my waist. Stopped just under my breast. Thumb brushed the underside. Teasing.
I bit my lip. Hard. “Enzo…”
“Say my name like that again when you’re on stage,” he whispered. “And I might drag you off before your first song finishes.”
I turned in his arms. Looked up at him. Close now. Faces inches apart.
“I’m doing this for the money,” I said. Reminder to him. To me. “Not for you.”
He smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Keep telling yourself that, kitten.”
Then he stepped back. All business again. Like the last minute hadn’t happened.
“Kim K!” he called. “She’s ready.”
Kim K swept back in. Two more girls trailing him. One carried a tray of jewelry—body chains, nipple clamps disguised as crystals, garters. The other held a black velvet box.
“Accessories,” Kim K announced. “Can’t send her out half-dressed.”
They worked fast. Body chain first. Thin silver links draped over my hips. Dangled between my legs. Cold metal against warm skin. Then garters. Black lace. Clipped to invisible stockings they rolled up my thighs.
Nipple pasties next. Tiny silver stars. Stuck on with adhesive. Barely covered. But enough for the club rules.
Kim K stepped back. Looked me over. Nodded. “Pole-ready. Now. Basics.”
He led me to a small practice room off the side. Chrome pole bolted to floor and ceiling. Mirrors on three walls. Lights dimmed low.
“Watch,” he said.
Pink Hair stepped up. Gripped the pole. Spun slow. Then faster. Legs wrapped. Back arched. Dropped into a split. Smooth. Effortless.
“Your turn,” Kim K said.
I stared at the pole. Heart racing.
Enzo leaned against the doorway. Arms crossed. Watching.
I stepped up. Gripped the cool metal. Tried to mimic. Slipped. Heels wobbled. Caught myself.
Kim K sighed. “Again. Slower. Use your core.”
I tried again. Better. Spin. Small. Then climbed higher. Legs wrapped. Held. Dropped back slow. Hair swung. Breasts bounced.
Enzo’s eyes darkened.
Kim K clapped. “Good enough for night one. We’ll teach more tomorrow.”
He handed me a black trench coat. Long. Soft. “Cover up for the drive back. Don’t want you arrested before you earn.”
I slipped it on. Belted it tight. Still felt naked underneath. The coat brushed my thighs. Every move reminded me how little was on.
Enzo pushed off the wall. Walked over. Took my hand. Thumb brushed my wrist. Pulse jumping under his touch.
“Ready to go home?” he asked.
Home. The word tasted wrong. But I nodded.
He led me out. Through the restaurant. Past staring waiters. Past the valet who did a double-take.
SUV waited. Door opened. I slid in. Coat parted. Thighs bare. Enzo got behind the wheel. Started the engine.
He glanced over. Smirk back in place. “You did good today.”
I looked out the window. City lights starting to flicker on. “It’s not over yet.”
“No,” he agreed. Hand rested on the gear shift. Close to my thigh. Not touching. But close. “It’s just starting.”
The car pulled out. Smooth. Fast.
Back toward the house.
Back toward them.
But for the first time, I didn’t feel trapped.
I felt armed and it’s so sad that I am begging to regard them as home .
“At least I’m getting paid , I can continue my school and if my plan works out. I will soon be out of here and go to a far away island to start a new life“ I whispered to myself