The Night He Bought Me

Maxim

Chapter 7

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap “locker keys making sound” “locker door swings open” Ava’s hand placing and removing items from a locker that presumably was her own. (Lip gloss, mascara, mace, even a pocket knife that she carries to private rooms for extra security. “PAM!” the locker door slams shut. “Sebastian! You frightened me, I didn’t see you there” accidentally slamming the locker door shut at the sight of him while she was slowly closing it. My apologies Lady Ava, I never meant to startle you, I only came by though that I should come over to see how you were doing. I couldn’t help but notice that your session tonight lasted freakishly longer than usual. Is everything alright, did that guy do anything out of the way to you? You know you can tell me anything. “Sebastian, you’re always being so nice to me, no. He was actually a very nice guy, so nice I had to take a cigarette, I think he’s a little bit too nice of a guy if I should be honest.” “What makes you say that?” He seems to care for having me as a girlfriend, above of having me as a stripper. I am actually getting ready to meet him in the parking lot, I am staying over at his place for the night.

Where does he live, are you really trusting this guy and you only met him today? I don’t like this idea at all. Sebastian began to pace the floor with his hands on his hips as he stared into the ceiling. “I followed you here after you left the room, I was watching him, so I never left the hallway, I was standing around the corner listening to hear of he came back, he had left before me.” “Sebastian..!!” she covered her face in aww, I will be fine, it is not that serious, I swear to you, he is a trust worthy guy, he even paid me £1000 before I gave him a lap dance. You are shutting me! He did what? Something is definitely off about this guy, I don’t trust this one bit. He also gave us £200, me and Joey. He paid tipped us just to arrange a private meeting with you. What guy pays so much for one girl, for just few minutes or hours? A filthy rich guy? Ava responded. “Those are definitely red flags if you ask me. Said Sebastian. “Well, when I get back to work, if, I get back to work, I will tell you how it went or what I think of him much further. For now, he’s an excessively nice guy and I know nothing else.

Sebastian looked away and pondered for few a seconds… “I am following you to the parking lot to take a picture of his car and license plate.” “Remember there are cameras in every corner of the parking lot Sebastian, you’re just being over protective again” “Oh no, I know when something feels off, I have been in this business for 17 years, I think I know trouble even if it is spelled backwards.” “Oh yeah? What about that time when you thought the fireman was a serial killer?” “Tha-that doesn’t count, I had a few drinks with Joey that night, you know I wasn’t seeing straight.” “Okay. What about the group of lesbians who wanted to share me for some lesbian fun last Valentine, and you thought they were my playmate’s girlfriend and friends that had came to beat on me where no one could see?” “That night too I had a few drinks.” “It was Valentine, and you never never had a Valentine in years and you were just a little stressed? Yeah-yeahh, the good old “I had a few drinks” excuse. I think I can handle myself pretty well Sebastian.” She said, then hugged him really tight before walking away to the parking lot. “Make sure you bring your pepper sprayy!!!” he then turned and shouted.

Walking back to the bar, Sebastian got a sudden rush of intuition, he did the most expected thing ever; he turned around, and started running to the parking lot entrance doorway and stood there barely peaking into the parking lot, he could see that Ava had not yet arrived at the car, he never knew what car she was heading to. Then suddenly, a car door opened, it was Maxim, he always shows up to the ballroom late on Tuesday night’s to watch Rebecca perform, she was his favorite, he always seems to have a thing for slim fit girls. Maxim was rather slim himself, not a very muscular figure. Maxim was a business guy from a few blocks up the street, he was a Korean runaway who made it into high society and bought his freedom through ambition and loyalty, the entire circle that was in the know of his background had long forgotten where he was from. Sebastian quickly pulled out a cigarette and decided to wait for him to open the door, to pretend he was on a break and was just about to go have a smoke.