The most important thing for Kara at an erotic dance, contrary to what everyone might think, was hardly the costume or the heels but...it was the facial expression and the eye contact.
At first it was difficult for her but...now she loved it.
Watching them get excited in front of her when they could hardly touch her and could only fantasise about her... Knowing that she was the one calling the shots was rather satisfying for her...
And she never missed an opportunity to enjoy herself.
And tonight... It would be no different. She was going to have fun...
Thinking this, she smiled and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She thought she was beautiful, even more beautiful than before... Her face was hairless, thin, with no angular contours. It exuded a gentle expression, with bright, open eyes and well-placed eyebrows. Her smile was enveloping, with full, sensual lips that were well plumped...
She was blonde... And it was said that blonde women emitted more pheromones than others... This slight detail made her even prouder of herself...
She smiled and couldn't help turning round to take a better look at herself in the mirror... With her round breasts and generous curves, she could well consider herself perfect...
" Right... enough chit-chat, Kara. It's time for you to prepare what you were going to prepare for this important client. "
...
There were only fifteen minutes or so left before the driver came to pick her up and she was already ready. She wore a beautiful pink 5-piece consisting of an extra mini skirt, a thong, a fairly transparent top, stockings and a pink coat for the road. She wore stiletto heels and a long neon pink wig with lots of jewellery... Her make-up was light but very glittery. She felt... almost perfect...
She did a pirouette as she tried to make her famous flirtatious look... That eye contact that was the key to a successful exotic dance session... Satisfied with her look and everything else, Kara could finally feel ready to start her evening.
...
The journey was made in complete silence. In any case, she had nothing to say to the driver. She'd rather enjoy the silence quietly before the music, the alcohol and the money disturb the evening...
When the car pulled up in front of the Chicago Central Hotel, the young woman was amazed. This client was really loaded...
Only a rich person could afford even to buy a bottle of water in this hotel, or to stay there or rent a room.
The door opened and she accepted the driver's hand... She took a deep breath and smiled...
"Miss Barbie..."
"Yes, Olivier."
"This is what Mr Dante asked me to give you."
Kara saw him hand her an envelope and a card... She frowned and tilted her head in surprise... She took one look at the card and recognised that it must be the guest's room access card. She opened the envelope and when she saw the bundles of cash, she held her breath.
It was strange...
Very strange...
It was the very first time that Dante, her boss at the strip-club, had paid her well in advance of the session...
"There's $3,000 in the envelope. $2,000 as you requested and $1,000 for...collateral damage." The driver recalled.
Collateral damage? She remained pensive for a moment, completely lost, then finally nodded, resigned. Dante was a miserly man, so she was lucky that he paid her so well. She should really take advantage of it... She could use the money to treat herself this weekend.
"Good, Olivier. Will you wait for me here?
"Yes, I'll be waiting for you.
"Good, I'll be back in half an hour."
She gave him a smile and turned back towards the hotel... Tonight would be child's play for her, as usual...
***
"Mr. Ivanovich... Mrs Reyes is here. "
"Good, Hailey. Thanks for the heads up. I think it's time for me to give a warm welcome to...my old friend..."
***
Kara entered the lift and after marking the floor, she picked up her phone and began searching her playlist for suitable music for tonight. She couldn't wait to finish this session before going home to bed...
As the lift closed, a hand slipped through the small slot and the lift opened, letting someone else in. Kara stepped forward to make room for him and looked up only furtively to see his black suit...
He stood next to her and instantly his scent titillated her nostrils...
The smell of strawberries... She was allergic to them. She took a step to the side and the lift closed...
As the lift began to move, Kara felt her heart racing... She put her hand on her chest...
"What's happening to me? "she whispered.
Once she had spoken her words, she felt the man's gaze on her...
A heavy gaze...
An unbearable look...
She swallowed and instinctively looked up at him.
Which she regretted.
He was a man. A handsome man with refined features, cruelly handsome but... with a hard, frightening look in his eyes. The young woman's blood ran cold.
And she was afraid. He looked like a... murderer... a psychopath. It was wrong to think that, but he was spine-chilling and worse... They were alone in the lift. Kara took her eyes off him, swallowed and discreetly opened her bag to get hold of her little knife, ready to defend herself if he tried to do anything.
And yet... He was a man, with an imposing build, and it was certain that he would kill her in less than two seconds and even her karate lessons wouldn't help her if he ever tried anything.
No... She had to get out of this lift... She looked up at the operating buttons and found it hard to locate the stop button in her panic. When she finally saw it, she raised her hand but a loud ringing startled her. She felt the man move close to her before seeing him take the ringing phone from his pocket out of the corner of her eye...
It didn't take long for his voice to be heard through the little device that Kara already found too small...
A deep voice... hoarse... warm but... full of malice and anger. He spoke in a language the young woman didn't understand...
She pressed the famous button with a trembling hand, but instead of stopping, the lift began to shake. Her phone slipped out of her hand, as did her small bag.
"Oh, my God! cried the young woman.
Frightened and shaken, Kara leaned against something so as not to fall.
"Right, I'll call you back..."
Kara turned back to the man who had just spoken... She had completely forgotten him with the jolt of the lift... She swallowed and saw him staring...
Her wrist... which the young woman was holding desperately.
She let go of it suddenly, horrified and surprised, before hastily gathering up her things...
"I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm... Sorry." she stammered.
But the man gave her a nasty look. Kara swallowed for the umpteenth time. It was at times like this that she wished she had powers... She would give anything right now to disappear... She felt her hands getting clammy and her lips getting dry despite her lipgloss.
You could see it a mile away...
She was transfixed by him...
She began to pray in her heart... She's never been religious, but at this moment, she felt obliged to be...
Just as she was beginning to lose hope, the lift made a little noise and the door opened.
She couldn't believe it was a miracle, but without hesitation the young woman rushed out of the lift and breathed a sigh of relief. She began to walk briskly, wondering if the man was behind her... She heard the lift close so, reluctantly, she turned to see the man still in the lift, watching her. As the gap narrowed, the young woman saw a small chuckle form at the corners of his lips.
He had just smiled.
But it wasn't a beautiful, contagious smile. It was more of a sadistic, chilling smile...
Kara shuddered, feeling liberated at last... She hoped she'd never run into him again. In any case...
"There was more fear than harm..."