Hot mess.

CAMILA

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“Well, chill dude,” Abigail snapped and pushed at him to let me go. “She doesn’t want to go, what’s the issue?”

The first man tapped on the second and in a moment he released his hand on me. I scurried away from them with Abigail gingerly following behind. I didn’t bother to look back and check if they were following or not, I wasn’t in the mood for any of that.

“What the hell just happened?” I shouted as we entered the main hall of the club. Please and pleasure club was my life, I’d been working here for a year now and it’s been the only close thing to the support I could ever ask for.

“Wow, I never knew them to be this…” She brought her right hand to her chin in a thinking position. “Insisting.”

“Me too,” I shrugged. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

We struggled to get out through the dancing bodies in the dance hall. When we got close to the exit hall, we came face to face with our boss, my boyfriend, Nick.

“Woah, woah, woah ladies, why the rush?” Nick asked as he walked towards us with a silly smile on his face.

“We’re done for the night Boss, we need to go home,” I muttered, my eyes barely meeting his.

Nick was my boyfriend and my boss. We had been together for almost a year now, and although things go smoothly for me here in the club, at home, he beats me every single time. Last night, we fought over who should wash the dishes and he took that opportunity to hit me again.

“Hm? Home? But the party just started,” He said with a stupid pout on his face as he brought his filthy hand to my shoulder. “Why do you want to leave now?”

I gulped. “It’s Wednesday Boss, we only do Pole dancing on Wednesdays,” This was definitely going to bring about another round of beating when we got home.

Although Nick was my boyfriend, he drew a line between relationship and work, he warned me never to go by first name basis when at work. I lived with him, he fed and clothed me, so basically, I had no say in whatever.

“I see,” His hand left my shoulder as he brought it to his chin in a thinking position.

I stole a glance at Abigail who was as straight as a dancing pole. Fear was evident on her face, she dared not speak back at Nick.

“Well,” Nick spoke again and my gaze turned back to him. He came in the middle of us and slumped his arms on our shoulders. “Change of rules. Abigail, you are attending the VIP sections for the rest of the night. And Camila, I have a special guest for you.”

Shit. This wouldn’t end well.

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“I hate him! I hate him so much!” Abigail said as she turned around for me to tie up the back of her corset.

Nick drove us back inside the dressing room and personally picked a skimpy dress for me to wear. I had no idea who this special guest was as I was too fearful to ask him.

“Trust me, I hate him more than you do,” I muttered as I struggled with the zipper of her corset. “He makes things difficult every freaky time!”

I finished the zipper in time for her to turn swiftly. “What’s still keeping you from running? You planned on doing that last month?” She asked.

I sighed and dragged my tired self back to the mirror section and started working on my fake hair. “I still haven’t met my target for the year,” I muttered.

“Fuck target!” She hushed, “This guy beats you every fucking opportunity he gets, how long are you going to keep enduring? Are you going to do anything hurt because he takes care of you and your sister?"

“Abi, I can’t leave now. I don’t have enough to start my life afresh, I can’t leave and start sourcing from the bottom again. And I have my sister’s tuition to cover. I can’t just leave now.” I was on the verge of tears now. Shit. I hated this vulnerable side of me.

Abigail came to me and squatted beside me. “It’s okay, I understand. You’ll get better and everything will be sorted out soon. Come on, let’s finish quick before he barges in here.” She tugged at my elbow and stood straight.

I finished my makeup on time as the door opened and Nick rushed in. “What’s taking so fucking long?” He growled.

“We just finished and were about to head out—“

He cut. “Well, head out now! The fuck?”

Abigail scurried away in panic, leaving just Nick and I alone. I gulped, I sat nervously as he moved slowly to me. His hands trailed around my neck and suddenly, I felt a grip on it. “You dare refuse a VIP offer from a customer?” He growled as his hand on my neck tightened.

Well, news travels fast. Nick already got hold of the issue earlier.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” I choked out. “I-I already-dy clocked o-out—“

“That doesn’t give you enough reason to decline such an offer.” He growled into my ear and I almost ran out of breath. “I’ve been giving you too many favors these days. You deserve a little punishment to straighten that brain of yours.” He pinched my neck and suddenly released me.

I was almost choking as I struggled between coughs to breathe. “I’m sorry,” I said in a whisper, struggling to keep the tears from spilling.

“You will be when I’m done with you. For now, come with me, you have a client to impress.”

I followed him out of the dressing room while trying to straighten my dress and fix my makeup. He was walking briskly and I was trying to catch up with him. We passed through the main strip lobby, taking the stairs up. This part of Please and Pleasure Night Club was where the main fun happened: Oral sex, BDSM, threesomes, and even torture sex. My breath hicked at the sight of these activities. At least, Nick only let me dance at the pole and I was glad about that. He never allowed any man to touch or use me like the rest of the girls. I guess his greediness won’t let him share his girl with these hungry men.

We stopped at the last door to the left, his office. He turned swiftly to me and gave me a stern look. “Play nice, or else you’re staying for days without food.” With that, he pushed the door open and dragged me in.

The room was dark with a single red light flickering. I tried to settle my gaze by fluttering my eyes many times, I had been in this office countless times so I was a bit familiar with the surroundings.

Nick pushed me further into the room. He walked towards the huge office table, allowing me to study the manly figure sitting around the table.

His head was down, and the fedora he wore dipped down just far enough so that I couldn't see his eyes. What I could see of him was more than enough. His shoulders were broad, and his body was built sturdy, as he wrote something down, I could see the veins in his hands working.

I couldn’t get a clear view of him the time I danced on him. But now, I have a clear image of the Adam before me. His suit was perfect, even though his body wasn t straight the lines on his suit appeared to be. The perfectly shaped white triangles of his dress shirt hung loosely around his throat. While I couldn’t see his eyes, I could see the square jawline, rugged, and prickled with a five o'clock shape. There was an indent on his chin that was simply adorable and seemed improper in an otherwise stern character.

I noticed two men standing by the door behind me… those men who came to me earlier. I gulped. This was a mess, I was in a hot mess.

A very hot mess!