Obey Me

What Did I Get Myself Into

Celina

I woke up around noon. I had the best sleep of my life. The sheets were so soft. The comforter was so warm and cozy. I got up and went to go brush my teeth and wash my face. I quickly put some shorts and a t-shirt on. There was no sounding coming from outside either downstairs or upstairs. I headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"I was wondering when you would get up," Vito said in a soft voice. He was sipping on coffee and reading a newspaper in nothing but grey joggers. His chiseled chest was on display.

"You should eat something," he said.

"Oh, okay. Is that okay?" I asked.

"What's mine is yours," he said. "After that maybe you can get to work."

"Right, yes, of course," I quickly said. I opened the fridge and it was stocked with so much food. I grabbed some milk and looked around for some cereal. Vito's eyes were glued to the paper but his presence made it hard to concentrate. I grabbed a bowl and poured my cereal then my milk. I sat the furthest I could from him. His eyes finally looked up and made contact with mine. He stared for two minutes and then looked back at his paper.

"After tonight, you have the next two days off," he said suddenly.

"Yeah,"

"Good, you can concentrate on your work here,"

"I should be able to finish today,"

"Have you seen my home,"

"Um,"

"In its entirety," he continued. "I have a gym on the fourth floor and there are three guest bedrooms not including your room and mine. There are six bathrooms and the kitchen, living room, two terraces, and the sitting area with a full bar."

"Oh,"

"I also have an office but you will never go in there," I didn't respond as I was still processing everything. "Am I clear?"

"Yes,"

"Good,"

"I want everything as spotless and clean as it is now,"

"Understood," Vito suddenly got up and walked away. I was left there to collect my thoughts. I couldn't finish eating so I cleaned my bowl and went back to my room.

"What did I get myself into," I said to myself.

-Later That Night-

"Welcome back," Mr. Marcelo said.

"Hi,"

"I heard what happened to you," it took me a minute to realize what he was talking about.

"Don't worry, I don't care,"

"It was embarrassing, tell me you didn't see," he stayed quiet. "Oh great."

"Tell me something,"

"What?"

"Why are you still here?"

"I need the money, I thought I told you,"

"Yes, but you could do other things," I stopped dancing. "Maybe you like being here."

"I don-,"

"You like men watching you. Maybe you even like it when I watch you,"

"It is easier,"

"Easier?"

"I can't see you so I don't feel nervous," I told him. "It is annoying not being able to tell if you like it or if I am doing okay but it lets me create my own thoughts."

"You worried I am not enjoying the show,"

"Are you?" it took him a moment to answer.

"It could be better,"

"How?"

"Touch yourself,"

"I do since you asked the last time,"

"No, not like that,"

"Huh?"

"Don't play innocent," he said. "Play with yourself."

"NO!"

"NO?" his voice was stern and harsh. "Tonight you can make more money than you have all this month."

"But,"

"Not interested?"

"I can't do that,"

"Why not?"

"I don't want to,"

"Want me to play with you?"

"What? NO!"

"You have two options, play with yourself or I will,"

"But,"

"I already paid for tonight,"

"I-,"

"There is a reason why you are still here,"

"Marcelo,"

"Nothing will change my mind," I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I never had many choices in life. Some choices were made for me. I guess I was still a lost child. I needed all the money I could get to run away. Run far away from here and start over.

I had never taken off my top completely. I just danced in my bra and panties for Mr. Marcelo but now I had no choice. I slowly undid my bra and let it fall to the ground. I caressed my breasts in my hands. I didn't hear anything. Not the music or any little sound. It was like I couldn't even tell if Marcelo was still in the room or not. I let my hands fall and curled my fingers around the strings of my thong. I pulled them undone and let the fabric fall to the ground. I caught the breath that was trying to leave my lips. I was so nervous my hands were trembling. I moved my shaky fingers to my core and ran them over my sensitive mound. Marcelo never said a word. I couldn't even hear his breaths. I began to rub and caress my most sensitive part. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I did this. I was alone of course. I did this for a few minutes and then suddenly the music stopped and all the lights turned on.

No one was in the room with me. I picked up my clothes and got dressed before I left for the back area.

"Vito wants to see you," Carlos came in to tell me.

I went to Vito's office. He was sitting behind his desk with his arms crossed. There was a single white envelope on his desk.

"Come in," he said so low I barely heard it. "Close the door." I closed the door and walked inside. "Mr. Marcelo left this for you." He lifted up the envelope and handed it to me. I didn't need to open it to know what it was.

"May I ask what you did to get such a raise?"

"Um,"

"I hope you know I don't encourage my employees to sleep with any clients," Vito said.

"I wouldn't do that," Vito's expression looked like he saw right through me.

"Well, I doubt you are that much of an incredible dancer to deserve such a tip," I didn't answer him. "Just keep what I said in mind. I would hate to have to fire you over this."

"I understand,"

"Good."