Chapter 31 Back To The Nightclub 2
Laura, we can't reveal anything, I shouldn't have even told you this.
Damn it, you weren't going to tell me, I've been your friend since you got here.
I know, but any slip-up on our part could ruin everything, do you understand?
Of course, I understand.
I wouldn't jeopardize our freedom.
I'm a prostitute, but I'm not stupid.
Great, but now I need your advice, I'm freaking out with all this.
Honestly, whichever one you choose to be with, it's going to be a hell of a deal; they're both extremely hot, handsome, and sexy.
I burst out laughing; my friend is hopeless.
But continuing, I think you should think very carefully, and in my opinion, even with all the mistakes he's made, Dimitri deserves a chance.
And what about Cohen? I have a little feeling for him too.
"Think about it, before this trip, Cohen was just another guy, you had nothing more than sex with him, you didn't feel anything for him, Madi, and when you met Dimitri again after all this time, the feeling was still there, wasn't it?
So much so that you two had sex in a restaurant bathroom—" I close my eyes and remember this crazy and exciting situation—"And when he hurt you at the party, you let yourself be carried away by Cohen because you were fragile, needy, suffering for the guy you really love, you wanted to be loved by Dimitri and Cohen took advantage of that to get closer to you."
What are you trying to say, Laura?
"I'm saying you don't love Cohen, what you feel for him is an illusion.
You transferred to him what you wanted to give to Dimitri.
Think about it, Madi, it's not that hard to understand.
The man you're madly in love with is Dimitri, the most handsome and coveted millionaire in the country and he's crazy about you too.
He hasn't forgotten you and now wants to fix the mistake he made half a year ago by marrying that blonde, fake whore."
I think about everything Laura told me and I start to remember all the moments I had with Dimitri and how just a touch from him makes me shiver all over.
See? I bet you're thinking about Dimitri again
"And how can you be so sure?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Because you're with a guy who's pure lust, and I only saw that look on your face when you fucked him like crazy the first time.
I bury my face in the pillow and throw another one in Laura's direction.
Now, no matter what you do, one of them will get hurt, so think about everything I've told you and make the right choice for your happiness.
I will, I promise, and thank you so much.
I really needed to know your opinion on everything.
"You know I'm here for whatever you need, I'm just doing my job as a wonderful diva friend."
We both burst out laughing.
Laura hugs me and leaves me alone in the room with a whirlwind of thoughts.
When afternoon came, Ma'am Rose told me I would go to the club tonight, which made my stomach churn.
I don't want to go back to that filthy nightclub, but if I don't, I'll bitterly regret it, and Ma'am Rose will want to take matters into her own hands.
When night falls, my hands are as cold as the first time I set foot in the nightclub.
Ma'am Rose made me put on a costume that could ignite the imagination of the clients.
The chosen costume was the Daikin Premium fetish set, a see-through top with chains and a thong with the same detail; my nipples were adorned with black tape like the ones worn by The Weeknd's dancers in the song Earnest It.
In this last week that I spent away from here, I didn't feel like a prostitute, but dressed like this, almost naked, and just minutes away from being exposed to a bunch of men, I feel dirty and humiliated again.
I go on stage with all the lights off, and when Annie Lennox's voice starts singing "I Put a Spell on You," I enter sensually, feeling all eyes on me, coveting and desiring me.
It leaves a bitter taste, but I keep dancing to the rhythm of the music, I twerk, I touch myself over the costume, but inside I wanted to cry because of all this shit.
When the music finally ends, I leave the stage hearing the men shouting for more, calling me hot, some saying they're going to fuck me, others that they're in love with my curves, and I'm trying not to hear what those jerks are saying as I leave the stage.
"Girl, I have nothing to say to you but just to clap for you," Ma'am Rose said."
So far, you already have several guys vying to be the first to have you tonight, and the profits are only growing."
"That's good for you, Ma'am Rose," I said cynically.
She immediately frowns and comes closer to me, pulling my hair and drawing me even closer.
"Listen here, you little bitch, I'm going to teach you how to respect me again.
Just because you went on a trip with a powerful and rich man like Cohen doesn't mean I'm going to let you get away with anything.
You know what I can do to you, so shut your mouth and only use it to suck the cock of the guys who are going to fill my pockets with money," she yells angrily.
My scalp hurts, but I don't beg her to let go, and when she does, I stand firm, looking at her with the same look she gives me.
Hurry up, go to the master suite, I'll send the client.
She storms out, I take a deep breath to avoid crying with anger, and head towards the room.
The closer I get to the suite, the more I feel my body tremble, probably out of fear of what I'll find inside, but when I open the door I realize that my body was sensing his presence.