Chapter Two: An illegal stripper

Camilla

Anger seethes through me and all I do is twist and turn. I’m not allowed to have a phone yet so there is no way of communicating to my boss that I will not be performing tonight. Unable to obey Luca’s ridiculous rule, I get up, grab my bag, and sneak outside.

He doesn’t control my life. Well he does but still.

I can’t miss work tonight. Wealthy men will be present and I know my dances are good enough to earn me five times what I make on a normal day.

The mansion looms largely around me as I tiptoe through the dimly lit corridors, my heart is pounding with every step. The opulence of the surroundings feels suffocating, and I yearn for the freedom that lays beyond these imposing walls.

When I’m on that pole, I feel unstoppable. All the anger and all the rage is taken into my moves and as I sway my hips, I know that every man in the room wishes to touch me and because they are starved it gives me emerse power and the policy protects me unless I agree to it and I have never c