One Night with the CEO

I've got you

Delilah

A week has passed and I was hoping I’d see Jake at the club again. He’s all I’ve been able to think about. I was going to try to track him down but his friend paid for everything that night and I don’t want to be that crazy stalker. We’re having some big event tonight to promote the club and I’ll be dancing two full sets with no private dances after. The girls are all excited and Mark the Owner/Manager is up my ass to perform. He’s not an asshole or anything, he’s the opposite actually. He wants everyone to perform their best because it will help get more exposure for the club and the dancers. Some of the girls want to dance professionally and there are a couple of agents coming out. No one would think to look in a strip club for great dancers but everyone has to start somewhere. As for me, I'm not looking to get big. I just want to get my s**t together, and see Jake again. That one night with him was nowhere near enough. I can still feel his mouth on my body. Not to mention the soreness I felt the next day in my lady bits. Boy was that man hung. Mark wants me to start with my pole dance on the first set and save my Barbie Girl routine for the main event. I have been training a few of the other dancers to back me up so that we can all be seen as much as possible.

“Alright girls. Pretty Kitty and mani pedis are on me today. You’re all booked to be there in two hours,” Mark says. He walks over to me.

“Sup boss?” I ask.

“You were a little stiff last night so I booked you a massage before your nails and waxing. Get your butt over there so you can meet the other girls later. I want you at your best tonight,” he says.

That would be creepy if he wasn't the nicest man on the planet. He’s in his forties I think but he looks out for the girls. He always makes sure everyone is taken care of and we know we can come to him if we’re ever in trouble. One of the girls got knocked up last year and he set her up with a job at his wife’s coffee shop until she had the baby. She is itching to get back to the club because she is tired of waking up early. Plus if she is home during the day Patty, Mark’s wife, said she’d help out with Brandy during the night. She loves that little girl like she’s her own granddaughter.

“Aww. Thanks boss. I’ll leave right now,” I say.

“Seth. Walk Rae to her car please,” he says, giving me the card for the massage place. It’s not one of those creepy happy ending places but a Chiropractor that does acupressure and reflexology.

“Later bitches. I’m going to let some sexy doctor rub me down,” I say.

The girls groan and b***h about special treatment until Mark threatens to cancel mani pedis. I get to the place and I’m not greeted by a hot doctor but by an older German lady named Helga that looks like she’s about to break my skinny ass in half.

After an hour and a half I am more relaxed than I’ve ever been in my life. Every muscle in my body has gone limp and Helga is my new lesbian crush. I swear if I were gay and into older chicks she’s be my main lady. I tip her generously and make my way over to The Pretty Kitty. I walk in and see the other girls.

“How was it?” “Was he hot?” “Did he twist you like a pretzel and make you see Jesus?”

“Calm down you horny cows,” I say. “She was a fifty year old German lady named Helga. She did not bend me like a pretzel but I do feel like I saw Jesus. There was no happy ending. Just magic experienced professional hands. There was no funny business,” I say.

They all humph and pout that I didn’t get felt up by some ultra hot dude. Little do they know that a week ago I was felt up and thoroughly f****d by the hottest man on the planet. Oh Jake, please come back to the club.

Later that night the evening went off without a hitch. Everyone was on point and a couple of agents asked if I was looking to get signed with a dance company. I politely declined but they gave me their cards anyway in case I changed my mind. I pointed them in the direction of the girls I coached and they approached them. The girls were grateful and I was happy for them. I was about to head to my car with Seth when one of the girls fell off the stage. He went to go help her after I told him I’d be fine.

I was not fine.

As I got to my car a man wreaking of alcohol pushed me up against my car. He started groping me and I screamed for Seth but he wasn’t there. The man smashed my head against the car window cracking it and pushed me down to the floor.

Fuck no. This is not happening again.

I kicked and scratched as hard as I could. I hit him in the balls and reached for my pocket knife and pepper spray. He lunged at me and I stabbed him in the side. When he hit the floor he took me down with him landing on my arm. The knife was lodged into his arm and I scrambled for my pepper spray. I emptied the can in his face and he screamed in pain. I stood up and repeatedly stomped his balls until Seth pulled me away from him.

“You got him, baby girl. Shhh, you’re ok. I’ve got you. He can’t hurt you,” Seth says every soothing thing he can think of. Mark is zip tying the beaten man on the floor.

I cry into Seth’s shoulder.

“I won’t be raped again. I won’t,” I cry against his shoulder. Seth tenses at my words.

“No one is going to hurt you,” Seth says. I pass out in Seth’s arms crying for my dad.