Saving The Devil

3. A Special Request?

No one spoke, we all just watched her retreat.

Just then the doors swung open and Rowland strode in. His eyes slowly searched the room until they rolled to a halt and landed on me.

"I don't see what's so intriguing but if it's you he wants" it was hardly audible yet what came next definitely was. "Dee you're taking lead tonight, Tasha, Tia, Ally, Gabi, you' re back-up and the rest of you get private booths." Just before he vanished through the doors he spoke over his shoulder "And girls new moves, new song."

"Rowl-" he shot Tia a glare "I mean Boss, that's not on our listing. We don't have enough time to build a new dance."

"Nor learn the lyrics of a new song!" Natasha stood to her feet and for the first time I really saw her impressive build.

"Well we better get moving then, don't we" and with that hinges trembled as Rowland let the door slam shut.

Panic was evident on everyone's face. I have seen a learnt the choreography for most of their listings but now we had to perform an entirely new routine. Shit!

Well damn!
Yes. Damn Indeed!

"Guys, what tha fuck just happened?!" Gabi's eyes zeroed on me and I felt a twing of nerves rise again.

"We just got a totally new number?" I suggested but apparently my guess wasn't what she was hinting at.

"You!" she smirked at me."YOU just got a new number. A new position as matter of fact, the lead position" she trailed off while rising from her chair. Her smirk was up to her eyes by now and mischief was plastered all over her face. "Whose dick HAVE you been sucking?" she blasted wide eyed.

By now, all the blood had rushed to my cheeks and I felt a like a deer caught in headlights.

But why though, it's not like you've actually been sucking dick. You haven't... have you?

"No, no I haven't!" I replied to that pesky old voice aloud but that seemed to answer Gabi as well.

"Well if you haven't, how is it that you became a dancer so soon?" She raised her brows "Come on, spill!"

"Well honestly, I don't know"?

"You expect us to take that" she deadpanned.

"No she's telling the truth guys, boss told me to get Dee prepped on a special request!"

"Special request?!" and even though it's seemed anatomical impossible I swore her eyes went even wider.

"What's the big deal with this special request anyways?" I questioned "Someone wants me to dance, so what?!"

"So what?" Ally finally joined the ranting "What's the big deal?" she was now standing right in front of me, her hands cupping my cheek. "You have no clue do you?"

Totally weirded out I moved my eyes to where Tia stood with her face in her palm.

Lightly slapping in my cheeks to regain my attention Ally stepped closer. "You see love, as I am sure you know, each night has a selected theme songs and dancers. For said things to be changed one has the pay ahead of time for their request. Simple changes start at $200 but significant stuff ie. special request, starts at $800!"

"Once, this old man paid 1000 bucks just to add another song on the same night." Natasha added unbelievably.

"So just think how much that someone had to pay Boss to remove his bitch from the front line, add a total newbie who hasn't even worked here that long, much more has never performed or audition, add a new song to the listing, then to top it all off, request it last minute."

When I didn't respond Ally saw this as an opportunity to keep going. "Just imagine the price badbreath charged, knowing the integrity of the club could be on the line, kno-"

"I get it!" I snapped "But who would pay that much for me? No one knows me well enough to spend that much on a special request." I shook my head in disbelief.

I began to blush under everyone's gaze. What made it worse is that Britney chose that very moment to return and her mouth fell. And closed. And fell once more. Then closed again, moving as if searching for something to say.

Which ofcourse didn't take long.

"Some. One. Requested you?!" It was more of the statement than a question. Then as if some angel had touched her, she relaxed. Her body straightened, her fist released, her shoulders fell and a smile danced across her face. "Well then Melanin, you better not disappoint the poor fellow, I bet he had to pay a lot to get you front and centre. Good luck getting everything together in less than an hour by the way." Her smile shone brighter "Oh Deandra, break a leg!"

Time pasted and Kevin, the stage director, gave us our cue. All the lights were off, except for a few coloured beams that roamed the eager crowd.

The silence was deafening but so was the thudding of a racing heart. My racing heart!

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