"I don't have any interest with your tantrums. You are here to do your job as a stripper." I saw the hurt in her eyes but she covered it quickly. She was looking at me with coldness but she did not come to the level of mine. Hers was still soft and weak.
"No." She said icily.
"Now, now, woman, you're making me mad. I don't want anything to get rough. Do as what I told you to do or else."
"Or else what? You're going to hurt me too? Then go. Hurt me. I'd rather die than do your commands." She said; determination was dripping off her luscious lips.
I smirked. "Are you sure? You ready to die tonight?" She did not give me an answer. She was just staring at me. I felt the fear oozing out from her but she was trying her best to hide it. I did not give her the chance to answer though. "Well, I
