Anonymous | Magic Mike

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As she walked away, she could feel his predatory eyes on her, while she was pulling the door and getting out of the room.

She had never felt so inappropriately scared, so impulsively excited and so ethically conscientious of how actually that stranger had a power on her and her entire life.

He had her future in his hands, while she tried to hide the well know sense of inferiority she gained the exact second he told her the truth about his work there at the casino.

Gia didn't choose to flirt with him, to provoke him in such a way, to get so close like she did.

It almost felt impossible, and as if she hadn't had control over herself when she was close to him.

She didn't do it for the money or the job itself, she did everything she did because...

Because there would have never been anything else she could do, being a professional dancer herself, she just followed the flow of the moves, and simply responded to her own needs in those specific situation.

Any of the things they both went through on and off stage, were the fruits of mere passion, playfulness, sarcasm, and therefore had nothing to do with anything rational.

But for once, she felt good overall, despite the anger bits at the beginning, she had been herself with him, and not some fictional character like all the other times she had danced.

Everything felt so real and so present, and yet, so idyllic and utopian.

But that unearthly dancing, combined with the dirty talks... had to stop. And she knew it.

She had enjoyed every of the sensations him and her had felt, but deep down to her core, she was sure that a natural relationship like that was no good at all for a workspace like theirs.

Gia had always been determined and ironic, but during that morning, she felt empowered like never before, as if everything she had done was perfect and right. It all felt right.

And she could not stop thinking about that dance...

Meanwhile, Harry, also known as Anonymous, looked in the air, confused and satisfied as well.

He had never met a woman like that, a woman that had stood up to him and satisfied him at the same time.

He knew he had some power over her, but he had always preferred to be a teaser when talking to women... but finding a woman that did the same as him...

God, it was something else.

Harry had a mess inside his head, and knew that the only reasonable thing to do was ignore it all, and dance.

Thinking about what he would do to her, if only he could have been able to...

But Jesus Christ he was her boss... it was wrong, it was all wrong. He had started it, and now was unable to stop it all.

So, he turned on the music and started improvising something...

"Fuck!" He shouted angrily at himself in the dim purple light of the room.

At the same time, Gia had told her agent about the job, and had started getting out of the Hippodrome alone.

They had told one another to keep in touch in case anything happened, and now...

Taylor had run out of the room as quickly as he could, trying to find Gia.

Gia was at the front door, trying to remember which way did she come from several hours before.

And obviously, it was fucking raining...

When she was about to start walking away, someone pushed the entrance door and shouted.