Anonymous | Magic Mike

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Gia had just got up and was about to enter the shower when the phone began to ring.

More than ten minutes passed, in which she cursed, nearly slipped into the bathroom, and finally forgot she lived in a London apartment with glass walls without curtains.

Then, naked, she crouched on the floor and violently grabbed the phone to figure out who in the twenty first century was still able to use the phone app instead of sending a message on Instagram.

Obviously the number was unknown, so the only thing she could do was answer it.

"Hello?"

"Where the fuck are you Gia!? We've been waiting for you for twenty minutes on stage! If you're not here in ten minutes I'll decapitate you! And I'm serious this time".

That was Nora, the agency rep that Gia worked for. What some people think is deplorable, illegal, and ethically seedy, while for others it was just a stunt for desperate girls who got money in the...

But for Gia, it was just the key to independence, and maybe, a degree.

Everyone knows that being a dancer is not the best idea when you want to make a reputation in the working world, but several reasons prevented her from being able to afford more for the moment.

So she replied, exasperated.

"Nora, you didn't even warn me, what can I do?"

"Yeah, I don't care who or what you did last night, but we've been prepping together for this audition for two bloody months now, so get your ass over here now."

"I'm coming, I'm coming"

"Do you even remember the address?"

"Maybe I have it somewhere..."

"Never mind, I'll send you the location"

"Thanks Nora, I owe you"

"Hurry up!" And so she closed the call.

Honestly it was only half past eight, and Gia still had two naked guys lying on the bed...

She didn't feel it was so late when she woke up. So she decided to give up showering and dressed hastily.

After leaving the house, she got on a bus to the club where she was going to audition, hoping that she would not have to fight with her agent in front of everyone.

As soon as she walked in, all she saw was a tall, muscular figure leaning over a clumsy dancer on a dimly lit stage, like the rest of the club, with soft red lights and lots of empty chairs.

She was probably auditioning like Gia, just that she was in time...

"Good morning, Miss. Morning"

A voice in the dark laughed as they made the joke, and thinking it was simply Nora, Gia decided to respond with as much sympathy.

"I see that pissing off it's always your best quality"

"Excuse me?" said genuinely confused the voice that before had dared to take so much confidence.

Gia decided to turn towards the voice to understand who was talking.

It wasn't Nora.

She should have expected it, unless her voice had dropped seven octaves within half an hour.

In fact, it was a man wearing only a red thong and a silver silk kimono.

He stood there, near the stage, with his back to the central space of the room. His face was serious and edgy, with clear, elongated eyes, high cheekbones, and stunning lips.