We own the night

Chapter 9

The offer

Roxanne

It has been a week since the incident that happened with Jeremy and Rico. Ever since then we worked our asses off with Clarissa to pay the repairs for Buggie. Lately I noticed that a really serious looking, muscle tower and a wealthy, little crazy looking guy started to visit our club more and more frequently. This week, we were doing a group performance for the song Bang, bang, from Jessie J, Ariana Grande and Niki Minaj. It involved lots of twerking and practice. Luckily, with a few other girls I had the perfect booty for this kind of dance so we helped to the others. While we were dressing for the show I chuckled because I remembered how frustrated Clarissa became when we practiced at home.

)*Roxanne's flashback*(

- So now just move your hips to the front and back for the rhythm of the music while waist and boobies stay motionless. Good, now the same but while you do a slight squat... Almost good. And then move the boobies! - I instructed Clarissa and honestly I needed all my strength not to laugh at her. But she saw the shine in my eyes and she scoffed.

- Just say it! - I busted out in a hysterical laughter and held my stomach which hurt already from laughing. My eyes filled with tears while I struggled to say.

- You... Look.. Like a... Fish out of water. - I fought with my tears and laughter, which only increased when my best friend stood in front of me with her hand on her waist looking pissed off. When Clarissa realized I won't stop soon she sighed and threw herself dramatically in the couch.

- Why they torture us as well?

- Monique wants more girls on the dance floor and longer performances. So the place will have less of a stripper club feeling and more a burlesque club which is. - I explained and Clarissa looked at me with her brows up. Monique is a really elegant woman in her early fifties, with chocolate skin, brown eyes and long curly black hair

She is the owner of the club where we both worked. Monique is a fair woman with high expectations but if we manage to hit the bar she gives us a pretty good p*****t . Also Monique treats us like we were her daughters if there is a problem with a man, or we aren't feeling well she helps us

Clarissa rolled her eyes and said.

- It was a rhetorical question. - I jumped up from the floor and grabbed her arms pulling Clarissa up from the couch.

- And it was a horrible dance but we will work on it. Let's start from the beginning. - I said and she nodded. This is how we spent our last week.

)*end of flashback *(

Now she was proud and determined and I was there to support her. The show started and I felt exhausted at the end. Men loved us. We got more money than ever! While we walked backstage one of the guards walked to me and said.

- Carolina, there is a man who wants to talk with you. - I had no idea who he would be and I usually never did a private performance.

- What does he want? - I asked but the guards shrugged. Clarissa clinged onto my arm and asked.

- Do you want me to join you? - I nodded and looked at the guard.

- Fine, I'll talk to him but with Cherry and you must stay close. - he nodded and we both followed him to the table of the cast of stranger things. The huge Slavic looking man and the other waited for me. They got surprised seeing Clarissa but none of them gave importance of her being there. The rich one stood up and grabbed my hand for a hand kiss.

- Hello beautiful, my name is Nicolas and he is my friend Gustav. - I pulled my hand away after the awkward moment. I couldn't decide if Nicolas was gay or metro s****l. He was dressed in a colorful silk suit, with a hat similar to the one Michael Jackson used to wear and black shoes. I glanced around and he stood out of the crowd. Like he was a peacock between roosters.

- Carolina, and she is Cherry. Our guard, Alexander - I pointed at our loyal and muscular guard who took a really good care of us all and he was always there when we needed help. Alexander was bald, almost two meters tall and his muscles made him similar to Dwayne Johnson. - said that you wanted to talk with me. - Nicolas nodded and flashed his charming smile. He was handsome but he reminded me of a naked snail. Something silly, disgusting that I would never touch, not even with a stick.

- I will throw a huge party in a month and I wanted to invite you to entertain my guests. Obviously, I'll pay your services very well and this is also a good opportunity to build relationships. - he said and Cherry looked at me with pleading eyes. A private party meant lots of money, only for us.

- I need to think it over and also need more details. - Nicolas chuckled.

- Of course beautiful. The party would take place in my mansion on the thirty first of December. Technically, is a New Years Eve party with wealthy businessmen and neighbors who have lots of influence. I don't want anything inappropriate from you. Only a couple of performances. I'll offer a room in my mansion and a car to take you to the party and back home the next day. The p*****t for that night would be five thousand dollars in cash. This is my name card. Think it over and call once you decided. - he said and handed me his name card. He stood up, kissed my hand again and they left. Cherry started to cheer once they were out of sight.

- Oh My God Carolina! - she shouted and I grabbed her hand dragging her backstage. She still jumped like a child and she grabbed my shoulders.

- You must accept that offer! - I took her hands off of me and thought over a bit. Nicolas didn't give me a good impression. I felt like Little Red Ridding hood, fave to face with the big bad wolf. There was something in his presence that made the hair stood up on my back.

- Give me a few days. I don't trust this guy.

-You don't trust anyone. - Clarissa said and I pulled my tongue at her. But she was right. Since my father tried to rape me and my mother's betrayal when the police came and she lied to save that jackass. I couldn't trust people easily. I sighed and prepared for my next performance. I danced for one of Shakira's early hits, Hips don't lie. I danced in a small wildly shaking skirt and too made of pearls. I enjoyed the music and as always, tried to forget about where I actually was until something unexpected happened. A really drunk guy climbed onto the stage and he started to rub himself against me. At first from the shock I froze but in matter of seconds I throw him such a well placed right hook that he stumbled and I saw his nose bleeding. His eyes turned red with anger and he grabbed my hair. I heard people calling for security when a wave of anger hit me. The next thing I did was to twist myself getting my hair out of his hand and grabbing his wrist. His eyes opened wide and tried to hit me when I grabbed his other hand in mid air and kicked him so hard between his legs that he shouted in pain. The guards came and I saw blood running down between his legs. He shouted.

- This b***h just broke my eggs! You will pay for this slut! - I grunted my teeth and walked to him grabbing his face.

- No. Actually this was the price of your lesson. Never, dare to touch me again. - I hissed between my teeth and I heard a cracking sound. His jaw dislocated under the pressure I held his face. Alexander looked at me with curiosity but I got terrified. I ran backstage where the girls tried to stop me asking me if I was okay. I just ran to the back door and shut it close behind me. What the f**k happened to me? How did I do that? - these thoughts ran al around in my mind until I felt a hand on my shoulder and someone putting a blanket over me. I looked up and saw Monique.

- Sorry... I just needed some air but I'll be back in a second. - I mumbled but she shook her head.

- No way. You are going home.

- No! Let me work please. We need to repair the car. - I pleaded but Monique shook her head.

- Don't worry about the money. You need to rest after this. I'll press charges against that guy. So don't worry, he will never enter to the club again.

- Thank you... - I said and Monique hugged me.

- We are a family honey boo. I'll always take care of all of you. Until you work for me, your safety is my responsibility. - Clarissa walked out and looked at us with a worried face.

- Is everything okay? - she asked and I nodded.

- Take Roxanne home Clarissa and stay with her today. Both of you have the rest of your shift off with a p*****t. - Clarissa smiled and helped me stand up. We walked to change and headed home. I took a hot bath and couldn't forget the way I damaged that man. How was I able to cause so much hurt?