Chapter Two-- Playing His Game

CRYSTAL

I pointed my toes and arched my back gracefully on the hands of Sebastian, my ballet partner as we danced together gracefully to the rhythm of the calm music  playing in the dance studio.

  With beads of sweat covering my foreheads, I was goddamn tired. I couldn't even sleep well the entire night knowing that some ruthless crime boss out there would be coming for his money soon.

With the now frequent letters we were recieving, I had a feeling he would be coming very soon.

Toppled with my sleep being haunted by those mysterious pair of ocean blue eyes.

   "Ouch!" Sebastian immedately exclaimed as he let go off my body and twisted his toes.

My face turned scarlet red immedately after I realised I must have stepped on his toes.

 He winced in pain and crunched his face.

"Crystal what's the problem?"The ballet instructor, Lola, asked as she came over to my side.

"I am so sorry Sebastian. It was a mistake"I apologised quickly. The soft music came to an abrupt end and  Sebastian nodded his head whilst rubbing his toes.

"Everyone take a break. Sebastian come let me give you some ointment for your toes"Lola said with a sigh.

  I watched Sebastian limp away with Lola and I couldn't help but feel guilty for my silly mistake. I truly need to learn how to keep my anxiety thoughts at bay whenever I was dancing.

     I slumped on the wooden studio floor and laid my back down. Sounds of chattering and laughing began echoing round the atmosphere by my fellow ballet workers. They were obviously happy with the much needed break we got.

"Crystal you look so stressed"Bailey, my best friend asked as her brows wrinkled to a frown.

"I'm just tired you know. The dance step was really a very difficult one"I replied wiping away the perspiration that covered my temples.

"You need to cool off hun. Go to the club once in a while and party"Bailey urged with a lopsided grin.

If only she knew I did go to the club every night but not to cool off, to swing my body for filthy men.

 "Besides I heard that Jake likes you"She squealed as she laid her back next to me.

"I'm not interested in him"I simply stated which got her abruptly jerking up and giving me a quirky look.

"Oh wait it's cause you like chase, your crush"she teasingly said with a mischievous grin 

   I felt my cheeks heated up and I nodded my head. "I do but I've been so busy. I haven't even had chance to even go visit him and you know I'm so shy to confess my feelings to a boy"

"Well create time. He probably likes you too you know"She winked.

I laughed at her reply. The chances of chase loving me back were slim. I was satisfied with admiring him from afar.

   "Ok everybody on your toes. We have a performance coming up later in the afternoon and so no mistakes"The high pitched voice of Lola cut through our conversation.

  It was time to get back to work. I exhaled deeply and stood up with Bailey. 

We all arranged to our dance formations and stuck up with our partners as the dance process began from the beginning.

* * * * *

   Time moved really fast and once again the city was sunked back into the darkness and I was back at the entrance of the club. I felt like a bee, ever so busy with no rest.

  I sunked in my shoulders and walked in to the familiar dressing room littered with the chattering of women. The usual boisterous noise of the crowd could be heard.

 

"Crystal you came so early today!" Golden elated voice sounded through out the room as she came over to hug me.

I hugged her back and giggled. "Ofcourse. I need to dress up on time for my performance"

"How won't you come this early with the crazy amount of money you made last night"Violetta scoffed as she focused on applying mascara to her face.

"Cut the girl some slack. You made that much money of your first day vilu"Golden retorted back, defending me.

"Anyways Crystal the boss wants to see you"she added turning back to face me.

A puzzled expression wiped across my face. "Why?"

"We've been in this shit longer than you and the boss has never called any of us privately to dance for him but you just came not so long ago and all of a sudden he wants you dancing for him. You've sucked your way to the top"Claire jeered at me.

"I didn't do anything"I said with a shaky voice that lacked enough confidence and power.

"Ignore their taunts. It's a good thing you came early today. Come on get ready so you can go meet him and tell us all the juicy deeds"Golden eyes sparkled like a puppy who had seen a treat.

  I subconsciously nodded my head.

Golden handed me a nude exposing dress which I wore and shoved me onto a chair. 

In less than twenty minutes she had already done her magic again and I looked so beautiful, older and sexier.

  "Don't be anxious ok. You are lucky you know. Boss pays good so you will definitely get enough money today just like yesterday"Golden said with glee as she observed my tensed expression.

  "He just likes your pretty face that's all. Don't feel special"Violetta shrugged her shoulders.

"Shutup and get your ass down the stage"Golden snapped back.

I truly liked how fierce and bold Golden was. I wished I was like that.

   She hissed at both of us and exited the dressing room. 

I wasn't even concerned about her taunts, I was concerned on meeting the boss.

I had never met him but I heard he was cruel and unforgiving. A man that held so much raw power and money.

  I really hope I wouldn't mess up in my performance. 

The door to the changing room opened and a tall bald man stepped inside, squinted eyes roving around until he met with my terrified eyes.

Was he the boss?

"She is ready Bruno"Golden spoke up with hesitance.

"Good. Boss wants you doll"He said nonchalantly not even minding the half naked women in the dressing room.

The order was loud and clear.

  My heart began palpitating, wanting to break out of the rib cages and my hands began to feel sweaty.

  Golden gave me a reassuring smile as I stepped out of the dressing room with him.

Oh goodness. Who was this boss?

Would I meet a middle aged man, hairy and rugged?

 Heaven knew I felt so nervous as a million thoughts ran through my mind on the type of man I would meet.

 He led me to a private lounge before exiting out. The interior was breathtaking; walls aligned with marble stood out and a chandelier stood in the centre of the lounge illuminating it with beautiful dim lights. There was also a mini podium by the centre of the lounge.

   Right there seated on a velvet coloured sofa was the tall frame of a man whose one hand was strapped around the waist of a blonde who held a cigarette, puffing the smoke out of her parted lips.

 My breathing got caught in my throat the moment our eyes locked. He was the same man that stared at me the other night. Now seeing him at a closer range, I had a better view of his face. He had the body of a Greek god. I didn't expect the boss to be a young man, a handsome one at that.

His impeccable suit hugged his arms, showing of his muscles. His silver coloured hair was let to fall like yesterday, it's locks dangling dangerously over his shoulders. 

 His jaw line was sharp and his cheek bones were pointed. 

  His lips were a shade of peach and pink and under his long eyelashes peeked those cold ocean eyes, colder than ice that stared intently at me. It felt like he was staring deep into my soul. I felt so naked under his brutal gaze. 

 

  "Leave us"he ordered the blonde who kept on puffing smokes in the air. His tone was dark and commanding.

She scrunched her face and glared at me but she didn't dare to object to his orders. She stood up with inaudible grumbles and scurried out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor.

  I casted my gaze downwards and stood on the spot, unsure of what to do.

"Crystal Price"His baritone voice boomed after a torturing moment of silence enveloped the atmosphere.

How did he know my name?

"Y-yes? How do you know my name?"I stuttered.

He chuckled and flopped his head back on the sofa. "Believe me, I know a lot more than your name"

I was suddenly doused in an ominous feeling as I stood with this man.

  I locked my fingers together, trying to control my nervousness.

"You have a debt to pay off"He simply  stated in that dark tone.

I almost choked on the air on hearing that. How did he know that? Who was this man?

"How-how did you know?"

"Because I am the one whom your father is owing. Too bad he passed away. Now you have to carry his cross"He replied huskily. 

So he was the crime boss my cruel father borrowed money from.

  I didn't even know how to react. I felt glued to the spot. Knots got tied up in my stomach as his blue orbs peered intensely at me.

"Get naked for me"He ordered. 

What?

That was absurd. I know I am a stripper but I can't do that.

"I can't do that"I objected trying to sound brave and stop the jitters from spreading across my body but my trembling voice gave me away.

He chuckled lowly. "Do it. You can't pay back my money with those chicken bucks you earn daily. Let me atleast help you"His tone held a mocking aura in it.

He was right. I had only managed to raise two hundred thousand out of the seven hundred thousand. Life was really so tough for I and my sister. 

I gulped and with shaky hands, I began undressing myself whilst he hungrily fed his eyes on every inch of my body.

    I couldn't believe I was fully naked in front of this beast. Who does this to a woman?

  He didn't come over to touch me, his eyes already did the touching as it hungrily took in my body.

"Now go over to the pole and dance for me" He demanded.

I was so doused in shame and embarrassment. I had let down my dignity as a result of a stupid loan my dad took to waste on gambling. Goosebumps began covering my bare skin as the cold air slapped against it.

  I ponderously walked over to the stage and held on to a pole. 

There was no music playing so I just had to close my eyes and think of a song in my head so I could dance effortlessly.  

  Silence enveloped the atmosphere and the only sounds heard was the sound of my heels clicking against the poles and the ground.

  

  I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and watch him stare at my body but I knew that was what he was doing. 

 "You can stop"He commanded after a brief period of time had elapsed.

I abruptly stopped and breathed heavily, my breasts heaving repeatedly.

  "Come here"He ordered.

I did as I was told and shamelessly walked over to him. He motioned with his hands for me to come sit on his laps.

  I stared at him, disgusted by his request.

Was making me dance naked not enough?

"Now"He growled. A lone tear slipped pass my eyelids and I heeded to his command.

  I sat on him and he moved me to sit directly on top his hard sex.

  I flinched and felt my face going beetroot red as a result of his hard manhood poking me. 

"Grind me" he said gruffly against my ear.

This was torture. I felt like a slut. I wouldn't let a man touch me and here this man was commanding me like he owned my body.

  I closed my eyes and began moving my ass, my waist and my hips slowly against his bulging manhood. With every move I took, he groaned deeply. He didn't touch me, instead his hands were kept by both sides of the sofa.

"Harder"he slowly groaned in my ear.

  I felt so petrified and embarrassed by what I was doing.

I moved my ass repeatedly up and down his sex and his groans deepened.

"Fuck crystal. Give me more"

  Tears began slipping down my cheeks. I felt so embarrassed but he wasn't even concerned. 

Hell he didn't even care about how I was feeling. 

 After a long agonising moment of torture, he exhaled deeply and chortled.

"You can stop"

I felt so relieved. I immedately stood up to face him. 

He stood up with me, his tall frame towering above mine.

Deeping his hands into a pocket inside his suit, he brought out a cheque book and a pen.

Right in my presence, I watched him write a cheque of three hundred thousand and he handed it to me.

My jaws dropped on seeing the amount. 

  I collected it with nervous and mortified hands. I didn't know if I should be happy or sad.

  "Till we meet again dear Crystal"he said to my stunned self before stepping out of the lounge, a mischievous smirk etching by the corners of his lips.