True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 94

-It’s escaped you again! His brother pats him on the shoulder in a mocking tone.

-She’s acting like a child. He half-smiles.

-She looks innocent, but remember, she’s a stripper….

-I know! He answers, still looking at the path where she had left.

-I like her friend, she’s cute.

-Forget it! I don’t want you to f**k her friend and then dump her, you’ll only increase that girl’s desire to get away from me.

-Forget it! I know how to do my own thing.

-Adrien…

-Come on, let’s go eat. Smiles the blond.

(…)

-Hurry up Zoé! We’re going to be late for work.

-Ya, ya, ya…

That night it was raining cats and dogs, the friends barely made it to the bar wetter than dry. They got ready to start their day, it wasn’t yet their turn for their numbers so they had to waitress.

-Maya exclaims next to them. -But look who just arrived. She says with a provocative tone.

-Oh no! she replies in a regretful voice. -Is that him? she asks without turning around.

-Indeed, he just sat down with that handsome blond. And he seems to be looking for you.

-Well, f**k him… I’m not interested in him at all.

-I’m sorry baby, but he just sat at your table. You’re lost! He smiles, elbowing her rib.

-No, Maya! Let’s change please, don’t do this to me. I beg her.

-You’re crazy, if the boss finds out he’ll tell me off… you know what happened last time. He made a big fuss.

Zoé rolled her eyes, it was forbidden to change tables between the girls. She wondered why the bad luck was following her?

-Come on, let’s go! Get to work women, that’s what you’re paid for. Her boss came in clapping for them to move.

Zoé sighed, smoothed her skirt and then made her way to the table where those two were. She’d do her job right, no matter what. And if that guy got out of line with her, the tray in her hands would be planted on his head.

Halfway through, Zoé detailed the half-blond guy’s outfit, he was dressed very well. Too elegant to go to a place like that, he even looked more important and sophisticated than the other customers. Did he have as much money as they said? Was he married? she wondered.

Zoé slapped her ridiculous thoughts, what the f**k was she doing thinking about if he was married… F**k! How stupid. As soon as she reached his table, he greeted her with a beaming smile.

-Kira… says the cheerful one. -We meet again. He looks her up and down.

-Unfortunately! He rolls his eyes at her. -What would you like to order? He pouts his lips.

-Are you always this way with customers? He frowns.

-With stalkers, yes. What would you like to order?

-You!

-You’ll be waiting, then.

-I wouldn’t be so sure about that, beautiful.

-Look, if you’re not going to order anything then I’ll leave, I’ve got a lot of customers to attend to. -Whisky!

-Whisky! No ice.

-Fine! He replies with annoyance.

On the way to the bar, all I could think about was that guy, he was annoying, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, and I couldn’t miss the idiot. Didn’t he understand what a no from a woman was? He was still determined to get her to sleep with him. As if that was going to happen.

The rest of the night she had worked under pressure, her boss kept spying on her… the girls kept pestering her because this guy called Jean Pierre had his eye on her, and because he kept asking for a drink. Just to get her to come to his table.

And if that wasn’t enough, it was only a few minutes before her show… in all the time she had been working there, she had never felt so nervous as she did that night. Was it because of that man?

-Come on Kira, wake up! Put on those boots at once…

To her bad luck, her show was about a cat. Those tight leather clothes on her body were very uncomfortable. No girl in the bar was served, and she just happened to be. In fact, they were all serving her perverted costumes.

So her f*****g boss came up with the grandiose idea that she would wear the costumes once a week for her act, something like a special show. God, why did they give her such blowjobs? thought the young woman, hiding her breasts.

-Whatever you do, you can’t hide them. She heard her friend’s mocking voice as she entered in her underwear.

-I hate this outfit.

-You’ll drive him crazy! Well, more than he’s already for you.

-Would you shut up! You know it’s not funny at all.

-I’ll tell you, I don’t even look at myself on my show. But his brother, oops, he did look at me. Until he left a hundred dollar note in my socks.

-F**k! -That much? I ask with eyes like saucers.

-Yes,” smiles the brunette, putting on her waitress outfit.

Zoé blinked, that amount of money was a lot of tip for one night. Was she surprised? Of course she was. It only confirmed the extent of the trouble she was getting into with this man.

Breathing heavily, Zoé stood behind the red curtain waiting to be called out into the audience. Her damn legs were shaking, and it was all because of that guy. He made her feel uncomfortable. F**k! she exclaimed to herself.

-And with you… the cat of the night… Kiraaaaaaaa!

She came out of the curtain determined and like any empowered woman. But what Zoé didn’t count on was that Jean Pierre was sitting in the front row near the stage that night. She cursed her friend for not telling her that little detail.

Ignoring the guy’s harassing stare, she began to perform her choreography around the tube. The costume was annoying, it rubbed her thighs. It was so tight that she couldn’t wear panties. The only good thing was that she could slide down the metal with ease.

The girl did a cartwheel around the tube, exposing her big a*s. She was grateful for the suit that covered it.

Minutes later… at last the agony of having to dance was over, she actually felt like she was doing it just for him as her gaze was much more intense than the others. Zoé bowed indicating that she had finished her dance.

Then at that moment he stood up, as did the others. She sighed, if she wanted that tip she had to get closer to them. The part she liked least.

That guy without saying a word to her, just that smile was enough to know that he liked her show. He left a small wad of money in the hole in his suit at the bottom of his belly. She knew it was a lot of money. He didn’t even touch her skin like the others did, he just left the money and looked at her.

F**k! Why did he have to look at her like that?

The other guys were putting in low-level notes, and they took the opportunity to touch her. It disgusted him. The girl curtsied and retraced her steps.

In the dressing room, she put the notes together and realised that the man had left her $500, while the others had only left $1 notes, which together would make $10.

-But is this man crazy? he said to himself with the notes in his trembling hands. -God! I can’t accept this, it’s more than I make in this place.

Zoé bit her lips, debating whether to return the money and keep a little dignity or accept it and move with her friend to a better place. She wasn’t a prostitute, she just… just danced.

[…]

-Hey, bro! Shall we go now? Adrien gulps down his drink.

-Not until she’s done.

-Come on man, if you push her too hard she’ll run away again.

-I won’t allow it. He smiles.

Zoé and Maya come out of the club, putting on their old coats. It was freezing cold that morning.

-What are you going to do with the money? Maya interrogates her on the way.

-I don’t know! The young woman puts her hands in her pockets. -I think I should give it back.

-You’ve lost your mind! Denies the brunette. -You can’t give it back, it’s Zoé’s tip.

-Maya, it’s a lot of money.

-We could move in the blink of an eye, I know it’s nothing fancy but something better than where we live.

Her friend thought about it, they really needed to move but not with that money. They would give it back, definitely give it back to that man. The less she would accept things from this Jean guy, the less she would be involved. She felt enough like she was really a prostitute accepting that kind of money.