It should be almost a minute now, but I'm sure I've lost track of time just standing here and waiting for the man in the shadows to at least speak.
I watch him reach down and adjust his already perfectly tailored cuffs.
"Are you waiting for me to call you over or that fall had you paralyzed?" His voice comes out quietly but strict and firm.
"B-But, you didn't call m--" I stutter in a state of fear that I've never experienced before but he doesn't let me finish.
"They didn't think your name was of importance so I'm guessing neither are you." He says in that quiet, strict tone.
"Excuse me?" I say
"Get over here and do what I'm paying for, already."
"I don't even have the slightest idea of what is going on, and you just sit there...demanding and ridiculing--"
He doesn't let me finish but just waved his hand at the hefty guard. He walks over to me and I half expect him to pick me up over his shoulder and swing me out the door.
But instead, he walks over to the telephone behind me and I watch him as he starts dialing.
Then Fred's last warning comes back to me,
"Don't mess this up."
"Wait!" I blurt out, fear and submission taking over. I already stood the risk of losing my job earlier. I can't afford to waste this opportunity, no matter how much I want to gather the rest of what's left of my dignity and run.
The guard pauses, staring at the man who I'm sure has his eyes in me.
"I...I'm sorry." I say.
Silence follows afterward and I'm sure I'm the only one feeling so much pressure here.
"Not sorry enough." He says almost too quietly and waves his hand at the guard again.
He resumed dialing and complete fear grips me.
"No, please. I'm sorry! I shouldn't have spoken like that." I exclaim and practically dash to his front.
Up close now, I can see his bright, cold blue eyes staring up at me, in such an intimidating manner that I cower a little.
"So you admit that you're not important." He says and I frown but his facial expression does not change a bit and he just stares at me, waiting.
"I...." I don't know how to answer this question. One way or another I stand to lose something. If I say yes, I would lose the little dignity I'd fought too hard to keep.
And if I said no.....I'd lose my job.
The place is eerily quiet and I can feel him enjoying every bit of this...of making me the determinant of my fate but with him in control.
I don't know how long I stand in his front, trying to calculate how I ended up here...how I was at the point of cowering all for the sake of my promise.
The promise I must keep.
I had already lost right from becoming a stripper. He is just taking advantage of it.
He doesn't say anything but simply raises his left hand to look at his watch which seems to glimmer in the dark.
I watch as he raises his hand, ready to wave it at the guard again,....so I just submit.
"Yes." I say, almost like a whisper.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes,....I...I admit that...that I'm not important." I say and he drops his hand.
"Good. Now, I called you specifically for a lapdance. Make it good." He says and digs out a small wad of cash which he throws at me and I subconsciously catch it.
Hundred dollar bills.
It should be up to two thousand dollars...for a lapdance.
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Taming Mr. Robinson
Romantik"Promise me." Two words can't hold you prisoner... unless they're the only things that keep you attached to your dad...when he was sane. And Marcy Jensen NEVER breaks a promise. Not when it involves her precious brother and only sibling. Not when it...
