Chapter 5 Cloe's Dance

• "Hello sir, would you like to have dinner?"
• "No, I will be in my room, go rest if you want", he replied coldly to the woman, Cloe's response had put him in a bad mood.
• Sebastian couldn't stop thinking about the woman; could it be that she really isn't a dancer, could it be that she doesn't sell herself for money, if so I am surprised that being in that environment she hasn't fallen into getting easy money, being so young and beautiful, in that job she would have plenty of clients.
• "Happy birthday, Cloe, happy birthday, today you are of legal age, what do you plan to do, let's go out on Monday to celebrate, Club is closed so let's go, we will get drunk at the competition just to see Petra die of anger."
• "Thank you girls, the cake looks delicious, of course we will go out to celebrate, I with my tomato juice and you with your bottles."
• "Blow out the candle and make a wish Cloe, whatever you wish for will come true."
• "Hello ladies, what are you celebrating so happily, Cloe's debut on the pole or tell me, what is the celebration."
• There was total silence after hearing Petra, all the girls loved Cloe and knew just like Petra that she would work in whatever it was, but she didn't want to dance on the pole.
• "Petra, I will do whatever you want, but please not dance on the pole, I beg you."
• "Yes Petra, the girl doesn't want to do it, she is good at what she does, she has even helped you serve drinks and she is quite good at it, the clients ask for her, that also makes you money, why do you want her to dance, it's not necessary."
• "It's my business and I manage it as I please, starting today you will begin to rehearse and you will teach her what she needs to learn and what she doesn't, you will see."
• "And you Cloe, you must pay off your father's debt or do you think I have you here just to see your pretty face or you pay or he and his little princess Sofia will die."
• Everything was sad from that moment on, the joy of coming of age had turned into nothing, there was no longer any desire to laugh or anything.
• While they were rehearsing, Cloe with a funeral face, Petra arrived.
• "Look, you're not so bad after all, tomorrow you will have your first private show, it's a good client, he probably likes to see young and new women, I will make money with you Cloe, I assure you that, your father will be proud to have a dancer in the family."
• Cloe cried inconsolably, how am I going to expose my body in that way Maria, if with the waitress uniform I feel practically naked, I don't think I can do it, I'm embarrassed to dance in front of you now in front of unknown men, it's too much for me.
• "Don't worry, girl, you'll do fine, in fact, you will wear this mask, so they won't recognize you and since your name is Sofi, nothing will happen, just close your eyes, but have a strong grip so you don't fall."
• "Well, sweetheart, today is your debut, don't let the same thing happen to you as it did to Maria, five days in the hospital for not doing what I asked, here we do what I say and that's it, it's just a client, I think you'll do well", said Petra laughing.
• As the girls put the clothes on Cloe, she did nothing but cry, "it's degrading girls, forgive me because it's your job, but not all of us can do it.""
• "Just relax, you'll be fine, you'll leave here soon, don't think too much about it; come on, cheer up Cloe, you have to do it, because Petra will kill you if you refuse, besides it's just a client, nothing will happen, you'll just dance."
• No matter how much the girls supported Cloe, she couldn't feel comfortable exposing her body in front of men, even if it was just one.
• "Well miss, the moment has come, let's see what you can do. Petra said laughing, they are waiting for you in private room eight, that tells you the level of client I got for you."
• "Take this Cloe, put it on, when you're in the private room you take it off, so you don't expose yourself semi-naked all over the room."
• "Thank you Maria for the robe, I don't know what I'm going to do, I really don't know."
• Upon entering the room, there was a man with his back turned. She took off the robe that covered her, leaving Cloe in just two pieces, a tiny top and a thong, the most covered up she could find, the black color making her skin look whiter and smoother.
• When the man turned around, he looked directly into Cloe's eyes, even though she was wearing a black mask, he could clearly see that it was her, those eyes were unmistakable.
• "Hello miss, why did you lie to me, why did you say you don't dance, that you don't entertain men, it doesn't make sense. I don't care what you do with your life, if you're here it's because you like it, so dance, like any cheap whore, try to excite me and see if you succeed. Women like you don't provoke me at all, but try to earn your money. I don't know why you acted so dignified last time, if you're just like all the others, dance, I'll pay you well."
• "Sir, I swear this is the first time I've done this, I don't even know where to start," Cloe's tears rolled down her cheeks, but the man looked at her with contempt.
• "I want to see what you have for me tonight, stop crying, do your job and if I like it, I'll give you a good tip. Petra invited me today because Sofi would be serving me drinks. She gave me your private dance, so don't worry, I'll pay you quite well. Why did you change your name to Cloe? Don't you want people to know you're a whore who dances for men for money? Women like you disgust me."
• "Oh well, I'm here now, so let's go, dance! For a moment I thought you could be different, Cloe, but you're just like all the others, dancing and going with men for money."
• It was so humiliating for her, she couldn't say anything more. She was semi-naked in front of a man who asked her to dance for him and would pay her a lot of money for a dance. She didn't know why, but what that man said affected her a lot.
• Cloe picked up the glass of whiskey on the table and took a sip, it was the drink the waitress had served Sebastian, it was quite strong and she drank it without thinking. She had never drunk before, but she needed courage to do what the man asked of her.
• She poured herself another drink from the bottle and another one, after three quite strong drinks, Cloe was dizzy, trying to get on the pole, but her reflexes wouldn't allow it, she took missteps stumbling at every moment.
• "You're crazy, woman, I thought you were used to drinking like this, obviously not. Sit here, don't move anymore," he said, covering her with the robe she had taken off before.
• "I'm sorry, sir, as I told you, this is not my world. I'm here because my father owes money to the owner and I'm paying it off. I was just cleaning the place, but today Petra wanted me to distract him with a dance that I have no idea how to do. I've never gotten on a pole to entertain anyone, in fact, I find it degrading. I'm sorry, but if Petra finds out that I didn't dance, she'll kill me, beat me, and send me to the hospital."
• The man's eyes were fixed on the woman's face, he took off her mask and her big brown eyes took him out of his state of tranquility, she was truly beautiful.
• "How much does your father owe Petra?"
• "I don't know, I don't know," Cloe said, trying not to vomit. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, practically falling asleep.
• "Alright, Sebastian, you paid for a dance from a woman you wanted to see and ended up serving as a confidant and with vomit-covered shoes."
• "Oscar, I need you to go to the mansion, open the safe and fill one of the briefcases, then come to Club immediately with the money."
• "Yes sir, right away."
• Sebastian had the money in his hands in less than twenty minutes.
• Two hours later, when Sebastian left the private room, waiting for Cloe to recover, which didn't happen, he gave Petra a large sum of money in a briefcase, the woman opened her eyes in amazement.