Kara felt humiliated. She hardly wanted to do this, but his gaze was forcing her to obey... So she was going to do it...
She undressed in front of Dante to get this job, it couldn't be more difficult than that... Certainly humiliating, but... She wasn't going to die...
He smiled briefly and put the music back on...
Kara closed her eyes and went back to what she was there for...
This time, he'd put on a different song...
*Someone like you*
It was one of her favourites for putting on a show... And yet, at the moment, she would have liked to dance something else... It would probably be the worst show of her life. Perhaps she might even leave the club...
She began to dance softly, trying as hard as she could to hide the sadness she felt... The man was staring at her. His expression had softened... And she couldn't help but find him beautiful.
She moved to the music, preparing herself for what she was about to do...
Undress...
She...felt like a whore. After all, she was no better than a whore.
**And that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over...
Never mind, I'll find someone like you..**
It was time to start and Kara wasn't ready. But she did it anyway. She turned her back to the man and slowly unzipped the side of her skirt before it fell to her feet. She swallowed...
She felt ashamed... At least she still had her knickers and top on...
But for how much longer?
She turned towards him, tidying up the stray locks that were blocking her view, then pushed the skirt to the side of her heels. She nibbled her lower lips and gave him a seductive look before sliding back against the bar, continuing to caress herself...
She closed her eyes and stood up to continue undressing... She turned her back to him again and slipped one of the sleeves of her top over her arm...
Why? Why was she looking at him like that? He probably had a bad temper, but that wouldn't mean he was... mean or anything... she thought as she slipped on the other sleeve of her top.
She hesitated but finally untied it just before turning round. She held on with one hand, the thin top still hiding her breasts...
It was a trick to get the mood going... She slipped her hand away, slowly exposing one of her breasts. She saw him smile... A sweet smile...
The young woman shuddered... And instantly, she saw herself with him, together on a bed...
Was he fucking like a god?
Thinking this, she let go of the thin cloth which fell and ended up on the floor on her feet.
The man smiled wider as the young woman panicked inside... However, she wanted to know how he found her? She wanted him to find her sexy and... desirable.
She massaged her breasts with her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. Then she... She returned to the bar and performed a few figures to...excite him.
The music ended and another song replaced it...
*Here's your perfect...*
Kara smiled and felt a rush of well-being come over her...
"Why don't you let me be your...bar?" That had been her request a few minutes ago. Suddenly perverse and determined to satisfy him, the young woman knew what she had to do. She reached for his thong and gently slid it down before removing it. This was the moment when she should feel most embarrassed, and yet...
The man... was intimidating to boot but she... She was beginning to feel good...
Naked, she resumed her caresses. She touched herself, without embarrassment. And he... He watched her do it. She touched her breasts, her bottom, her stomach and even... her private parts. A bit... like she was masturbating...
She lowered herself, opened her legs with the firm intention of letting him see her private parts. And this pleased the man. She could see that.
Her client... liked what he saw.
She was happy...and...wet. Had he noticed?
Kara left the platform to continue fulfilling his desires and when she reached the ground, she got down on all fours to get closer to him...
She didn't feel humiliated... Not in the slightest. On the contrary, she had the impression that she was leading this dance... The man was staring at her, his gaze intimidating and shaking her... But the young woman didn't give in... She smiled at him and when he was close to her. She put her hands on his knees before climbing on top of him...
As she sat on him, the young woman noticed that he had been very receptive to what she was doing on this platform...
He was... erect.
Kara smiled in satisfaction and shifted her loins on him, dropping her head back and using her hands to titillate his nipples. Now close to him, the young woman let out a few moans... Suddenly, she felt something touch her private parts... She jerked her head up under the electrifying effect of the gesture...
It was her fingers...
"You don't have the finger to touch me... She said in a gentle voice."
The man smiled enigmatically as he watched the young woman move against him...
Kara stopped, then turned on top of him to move her buttocks over his sex... She couldn't see the expression on his face but she knew it excited him...
" 5000$..." He said.
Kara turned her head towards him...
"I'll give you $5000 if you spend the night with me.
Kara was astonished... 5000$ ? On top of the $3000 she already had. It was the dream...
"No, I...don't sleep with clients."
The young woman faced him again and continued to move on his sex.
"Well... Ten thousand dollars, then..."
"It's not about the money, handsome. I don't sleep with my clients.
"What's your price, tell me."
"I have no price."
"Everyone has a price, mi Cara."
Kara stopped dead in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat at the way he'd just called her. Mi Cara... Which meant my dear in english but...She couldn't help wondering how he knew her name.
"Not me... "
As she said this, she stood up from him, ready to leave. However, the man stood up and took her arm. His hands were warm and this simple contact sent the young woman into a tizzy... She suddenly felt humiliated.
"You've got a nice little pussy. And it's nice and wet. I think sex would be good for me as much as you."
He took a step towards her and the young woman took a step back.
Kara had a bad feeling when he took another step...
"Stay away from me." She said, taking two steps backwards.
"And who's going to stop me?" he said menacingly.
"I'm a stripper, not a whore..."
"And yet, that's the impression you give..."
Kara felt hurt... And...humiliated. She took a few steps backwards as she felt the man becoming more and more dangerous... But soon her back was against the wall... She panicked and her heart raced...
She'd thought she'd got it all wrong. He wasn't just a murderer, he was a monster...
"Don't come near me..." She said, her voice trembling...
She looked towards the door where her belongings were and prepared to leave.
She looked towards the door where her things were and prepared to run to hide, but the man closed the gap between them in a flash and held her against the wall...
It was all over... She was probably going to be raped... or even killed...
This horrible thought made her jerk against him, screaming at him to leave her alone, but the man didn't seem to flinch.
"There are no guards to protect you and the door is locked. You probably won't have time to get the keycard from your bag as I'm much faster than you..."
"Let me go... "She said, feeling suddenly tetchy.
"Whatever happens to you in this room, your boss won't give a shit. I've paid him enough to let him turn a blind eye."
She should have known that this 'collateral damage' was a parameter not to be overlooked. She was an idiot not to find it suspicious that Dante was paying her before the show.
"I...beg...you...let me go". She begged him, desperate and completely trapped.
"Don't beg me, it never works with me..."
As he said this, he caressed the partition between her two breasts with one hand... Kara, stunned, couldn't say a word as tears welled up in her eyes...
...
Her knife.
Kara suddenly remembered the little knife she had hidden in her stockings.
She was going to use it to threaten him... But he was strong... He was probably going to take the knife out of her hand, but never mind... Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She swallowed... and discreetly lifted her foot without taking her eyes off the man, so that he wouldn't notice, and put her hand in her stocking before taking out the little knife.
The man followed the outline of one of her breasts with his finger and she shuddered. But, in a sudden movement, she put the knife to her throat...
"Rape wouldn't be for today..." she let out as the man stood still.
Kara could hear her heart pounding in her eardrums as she watched for the slightest movement from the man... He smiled and raised his hands in the air before moving away from her...
Kara felt even more panicked, probably thinking that he was going to try something, but he didn't. On the contrary, he put a hand in her hand and looked at her. Instead, he put a hand in his pocket and under his guard, thinking it was a weapon, the young woman pointed her knife a little more towards him but he simply pulled the card from the door and stepped back...
This was the moment to leave... She grabbed the card and ran to the door where she had her things, opened it and before she could get in, she heard him say...
"I'll be patient..."
She didn't understand what that would mean and she didn't care as long as she left this room. She grabbed her dressing gown and put it on as she looked nervously at the door, then left the room.
He was gone and the door was open.
She swallowed and took one last look at the living room, telling herself it was the last time she would ever do that. Then she ran out of the suite... as if the devil was after her...