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 I did not stop dancing, it was not prudent to stop doing my activity. But my eyes are curious and I look at the scene that many customers ignore by paying attention to the girls' show.

 And not only did they seem to be expensive criminals, but the ones in black looked armed to the teeth, well, the guy in the remarkably elegant clothes with a simple appearance was definitely a potential customer.

 I knew then that I had to do my job to the best of my ability, I needed to get their attention, even though at my feet, there next to the catwalk, there were about five of them throwing bills at me and drinking liquor while they never took their eyes off me. But they didn't interest me, I was drawn to that beautiful man who had recently arrived at the place and whom the owner of the club came to welcome him in a way, apparently quite respectful.

 At no time did he look at me and that made me feel frustrated, but I still didn't stop myself from doing my thing.

 "Hey, beautiful." I heard someone's distant voice, but I pretended that I thought it was calling someone other than me. “Gorgeous,” he insisted, and I was annoyingly forced to have to watch the man wave me a big wad of cash as he rose to his feet, a toothless old man with a bald head, but expensive clothing. “You've managed to convince me, little girl, I'm going to take you, I'm taking you with me right now.”

 He said it with an air of power and I got the feeling that he wanted me to smile at that all over the place, as if it were the greatest pleasure of the night.

 I felt that my moment was ruined and I wasn't going to find a way to refuse, not if I didn't want that dirty old man to complain to my boss and he would pull me out of my hair that same night.

 “Damn.” I thought and looked again towards that place, beyond the shoulders of the hairless old man who was still waiting there, raising a bottle of liquor to drink directly from it. 

 The newcomer listened to whatever the owner of the club had to say and nodded, who knows what things they would be agreeing on, but while the owner of all this was talking, with his back to where I was moving slowly, the newcomer extended his gaze from back to the girls, without pausing on any of them for more than three seconds.

 Until he saw me. My heart resumed an accelerated march, excited, happy, but avoiding expressing it so much.

 I swear I thought I would also pass by to look at someone else, but I automatically curved one half of my lips to smile at him and look at him all insinuating, continuing my movements in a more suggestive, more sensual way, feeling that feeling inside of me again that animal part that called to a male with urgency and desire.

 I turned the tube around and always sought to maintain eye contact with him, who remained immobile, perhaps he wasn't even listening to what they were saying, because he continued there, without moving, with his hand inside his pants pockets. Glaring at me. 

 The strobe lights kept flashing on all of us, on my white skin.

 "That's it, chiquita," gurgled the old man closest to me, perhaps believing that I continued dancing just so that he was watching me. “I won't regret spending all my money on you.”

 I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and faked a short, very short smile, because I looked over there again, to where that other man kept looking at me, that one with the appearance of Alpha. I didn't remember seeing him in the joint before, but I could manage to get him to come more often.

 Then, to my advantage, that same one began to calmly walk towards me, as if he took it for granted that he owned the place. And it might well seem so. Walking next to the real owner, who was a guy in his forties, with graying hair and a still smooth face, but not as smooth as the skin on the face of that beautiful man that I could begin to notice more closely, he would be around twenty-four maybe, or twenty-five at the most, but he looked pretty strong, the build of his arms couldn't be seen much under that long coat that he wore unbuttoned, but I was able to make a quick calculation by the width that was noticeable in the shoulders.

 We continued to maintain eye contact, so it occurred to me to part my lips and very sensually stick out my tongue, showing it all and then licking my upper lip. It is that this man was going to stay that night with me yes or yes.

 And it was because of my insinuation that the bald old man realized that I hadn't been dancing for him, so he turned to the man who stood to one side, greatly surpassing him in stature, so much so that the little guy had to look up to see him, being able to see him in the face, as well as the others who had been there for a while looking at me and hanging out between cigarettes and liquor.

 "Wait a minute, brother," grumbled the one who already had money in hand, supposedly to buy me the hour, “that female is mine. I saw her first, brother. So find another somewhere else.”

 I did not stop moving my belly, rolling my eyes from the bald old man, to the monument of a man who continued expressionless, without taking his gaze from my eyes, from my chest, from my pelvis, from my feet.

 "I'm not your brother," I heard the newly arrived man say.

 And he said it like that, calmly, serenely, with a tranquility that could give anyone the chills, while in my mind I was thinking something like: yes, take me, go, kidnap me, steal me and make me yours.

 "You can have the girl you want tonight, or the ones you want, there are many available," added the owner of the club, without paying much attention to me, it was clear that his priority was the man next to him.

 "Wait, Jhonny," the bald man complained, while the others only looked at the scene with boredom, "find another one for him, leave me this bald one for a while, I'll vacate it," he asked, all insistent and almost unbearable, like a spoiled brat. “You're not going to be disloyal to me, I'm your regular client,” he laughed, probably with the intention of continuing to rub shoulders with the owner of the club as if they were the best of friends.

 "My dear," Johnny turned to look at him, speaking with all the formality and sympathy that he could feign at that moment. “Dorian Torres is practically the king of this whole place. The times he arrives in the country, precisely in Bogotá, this entire building is his if he so desires.”

 The toothless old man blinked, bewildered, looking at the named Dorian and then at me, as if he resented having to let someone else take me.

 "Empty the joint, Jhonny," Dorian said calmly, rolling his eyes to the side under his breath, seeing nothing and nobody, but we all knew that this, more than just a calm request, was a definitive order. “Just leave my men, he blinked as he rolled his eyes back to my face, and the dancers.”

 My heart skipped a beat upon hearing his words.