3 The Private Room

Micheal staggered to his feet. He was 6ft 3 cm tall. He had curly, dark hair and dark eyes. He had an oval face and a full beard which defined his handsomeness.

He was taller than every man there in the strip club that night. And when he attempted to talk, he only hiccoughed his bad breath. 

Everyone still stared at him, which included the waitstaffs but at the voice of the club owner, every waitstaff which included the bartender got back to work. 

“How can he pay such a ridiculous price to sleep with the slut?” 

"He did not pay more than five thousand to sleep with every three girls every other night he came. What's so special about this one?"

“He looked miserable and disgusting.”

“I don't like his eyes.”

“I hate his shoe”

“His wristwatch cannot be that expensive”

Different gossip from one drunken man to another the second Micheal started walking unsteadily with his shuffling gait, swaying from right to left and left to right. 

Micheal did not hear all of their gossip, but the one he heard only made him laugh boisterously which came out as a cackle yet, he did not respond to their words even when he knew deep inside they were curious to find out the cost of his wristwatch.

Alda already buried herself in her fright. Everything was happening so fast and she wished she could turn back the hands of time so that she would not have taken this job of a striper. 

Before she accepted the job, she only thought that everything she had to do was to dance naked and since the pay was more than her previous jobs, she could manage the job for a while. And now, it did not even matter if she fancied seeing Micheal on television, this was getting too much and she just wanted it all to be a lie. 

Alda was led upstairs by two guards who she cannot refuse. They were in black glasses and black suits. They were so tall and so bold, each of their arms was as big as a tree trunk and its thickness was like a beer can. 

If she refused their orders, according to the terms of her employment, they have the right to launch at her face a missile slap. And that Alda understood this quite well, she complied like a quiet baby. 

Though Alda used to be a lady who always found a way to escape all odd situations such as the police she once kicked in the balls all because she could not afford to get arrested. And the taxi driver, she did not pay all because she could not afford to pay the fare. 

Tonight was a different case and to the last of her understanding, she knew there was nothing she could do.

There was one bouncer at her front, who led the way to the private room and the other behind her who made sure she could not escape away. 

At the same walking pace as the bouncers, Alda walked the same. She continued to look around even as her heart raced faster and faster and everything she saw did not help her in any way. 

First, she heard the moans, screams, and groans coming out of room 306. When she walked a little further, she paused, she saw that the room had a large glass in between and that she could see through to what was happening inside. 

If she loved what she saw, it was a lie and for this, she asked herself too many questions at once. 

“Why was she tied down?” 

“Why is he holding the black belt?” 

“Why are they both laughing?”

“She is enjoying being beaten?”

“Move!” Alda heard from behind her and immediately began walking as she walked past room 307. Her eyes could not contain what she saw through the glass and thrice as fast, her heart raced. 

“The heck, is he forcing down her throat?” Alda blurted to the hearings of the bouncers. But none did as if they heard her because, at this moment, the bouncer behind Alda only pushed her forward. 

Alda continued walking, not until she passed room 308 and what she saw through the glass scared her. It was blood everywhere on the bedsheet and yet, no matter the screams of the lady, the man continued to thrust into her forcibly as he continued to groan and laugh. 

For the third time, Alda was pushed and as she continued walking, she only walked a little bit further when the bouncer at her front turned to the other side of the passageway. 

This was a separate room different from room 309 which was empty and they should have entered. Though Alda asked if anything was wrong, it did not mean she was answered. 

“Enter!” The back bouncer ordered as the door to the other room was opened. 

And as quickly as Alda heard him, she stepped into the private room. Suddenly, she heard the door shut behind her and again, the sound of the lock being turned against her. 

She was filled with surprise when she saw Micheal already in a towel and as he came out of a small room that seemed to be the washroom. 

Micheal smiled at Alda for no reason and Alda did not understand. She only noticed that he was no longer drunk, he could walk straight and talk well. But his eyes remained the same and worse because they became too reddish in veins. 

As much as Alda wondered what had suddenly changed with Micheal, she could not arrive at an answer.

“Lie on the bed!” Micheal ordered. 

Though Alda heard him, she was slow and reluctant to do what Micheal had commanded. She remained standing at the mouth of the closed door and her heart continued beating fast. 

She quickly walked her eyes through the whole private room. It was everything different from the room she saw earlier. Most especially since this room had no wide glass through which people can watch them. Alda breathed some sort of solace. 

Her solace was triggered not only by the lack of wall glass but by the knife she had seen on the table. 

At first, Micheal was indifferent to how slow Alda was. He had some chalk on the table which he continued to sniff with the use of the knife but when the wait was too much, Micheal got furious. 

“Get on the motherf**king bed, bi**h,” he yelled, rising to his feet and staring angrily at Alda.