Her Captor’s Redemption

Chapter 4:Owned or Desired

Rodrigo

We got to the club by 8. I went into the CEO's office. Martins was the manager of the club. Aurora followed me like a sheep.

“What's up, Man? It's been a long time.” Martins welcomed me.

“Yeah, I've been busy,” I replied.

“And what shall we get our CEO?” Martins asked.

I have always admired and respected Martin's clients. I guess that's one of the reasons his business thrived.

“Please don't bother yourself. I had a big dinner.” I told him.

“All right, if you say so. And oh my! Is this a fresh flower?” He finally took note of Aurora.

“Well, I want her to work here and realise the debt her late father, Marcel, owes”.

“What? Marcel is dead?” Martins asked.

I didn't reply.

“But you can make her work for you at your empire, why bring her here?” Martins questioned again.

“Because I want her to take this route,” I said

“She dances only. No extras. She is mine!”

“You're mischievous.” Martins giggled. He picked up the telephone and dialled a number. “Yes, Abigail? Can you come quickly?”

A stripper walked in red lingerie and black hose. Her curves were giving.

“You have a new colleague. Take her, put her through, she will be featured tonight.”

“Come with me, honey,” The stripper told Aurora and walked out of the office.

Aurora gave me the cutest puppy eyes I have ever seen. She didn't want to go. But I tried to be strong. I ignored her. As she left the office, I wanted to call her back and hug her.

I didn't want her to leave it. A whole part of me felt for her. She has never done something like this before. But I shrugged the thoughts off. She would be fine.

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Aurora

I watched as Abigail swung her hips. It was inviting even for me. We entered the green room where other ladies were changing and relaxing before going on stage.

I saw girls of different colours, sizes and shapes. Some were styling their hair, others were wearing their makeup, few were chit-chatting. The fragrance of the room was mixed with the scents of cosmetics and deodorants.

“Get in the groove girl,” Abigail revived me from my observation. “I know you have not done this before, but you'll be fine. Meet Cindy and Tracy.”

Abigail introduced me to other ladies. “Hi, hi… you're welcome. We exchanged pleasantries.”

These ladies were so friendly in person.

“All right, let's begin. Catwalk like this,” Abigail demonstrated. I imitated her. “ Good, you won't be able to learn the stunts for now, but for tonight, just dance. Swing your hips like this.” Abigail kept on dancing and I imitated her.

“I think you're good to go. Just concentrate on yourself, do your thing and get off the stage. Stay safe, these men are crooks. But don't worry, you'll do well.” She winked at me.

Abigail styled my hair in a fancy ponytail and did my edges. She also did my makeover. I changed into purple lingerie, with black-net hose socks. To top my look I put on some heels. I sure went for the inches I could walk with. Damn! I couldn't recognise myself. I looked alluring, seductive and dangerous.

Guests started arriving; the DJ started the music. I climbed the stage and swung my hips to the rhythm of my music. I swirled around the pole and twisted my body just as Abigail taught me. Guests whistled, tossed bills and popped champagne. I was proud of myself. Wait a minute, I was enjoying this!

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Rodrigo

The first dancer who climbed the stage was Aurora, who was dressed in a royal purple. The way she walked got the audience moving their eyes at all angles she wanted them to. Her body was all I wanted.

Wait! Why do I feel like this? I shouldn't have brought her here. Would my father be proud of my decision? Since when did I become spontaneous like a woman?

What!? I thought she said she couldn't. Is she dancing like them, girls? As men cheered on, my blood boiled with jealousy. I think I just made the biggest mistake.

I'm the only one meant to see this beauty. A man walked to the stage and sprayed some mint notes on her body and went back to his seat. That was Romero, the Mafia of a rival cartel. I hate his guts so much.

“What? What?” I exclaimed. People around me turned in my direction. I had to calm down. Aurora just returned the favour by giving Romero a lap dance. She twerked and whined her body seductively.

And of course, that bastard looks for any opportunity to show off. He rained more notes on her, touching her waist, feeling her smooth skin. I almost exploded like a volcano.

After a while, she climbed the stage, concluded her dance and went off. I saw Romero talking to Martins. I knew it would be about Aurora; regular customers knew she was new. Over my dead body will I allow Romero or any other man to have her for the night?

I quickly told Martins that I wanted Aurora now. Martins relayed the information to Abigail and he paid me my commission.

Aurora came to meet me at Martin’s office. Despite the sweat soiling her makeup. She still looked pretty. She had changed into the clothes she felt were in the house. I bid Martin farewell, and we stepped out of the office.

We both entered the car. I was the one who drove to the club. Aurora sat in the front seat. There was silence. We both avoided each other's gaze.

We got to the gate of my mansion at midnight. The security opened the gate. The chauffeur pulled over and parked in my parking lot. The chief security officer came to welcome me.

“What is the state of things?” I asked him.

“Everything's good sir.”

“All right”, I was too tired to talk.

“Good night sir,”

Aurora and I both entered the house. “Come with me” She followed me to my room. This was the first time she entered my room.

“What was the meaning of that?” I burst out, not minding the hour of the night.

“What were you thinking?” I slammed the door behind her.

“I asked you to dance. But hey! You preferred to go grind on Romero. What are you trying to do—get yourself killed?