Obey Me

Live A little

Celina

-THE NEXT DAY-

"Is he here yet?" I asked Carlos.

"Nope, not yet," Carlos answered me as he looked at his phone. "I have to take this." Carlos walked away to take a call. I went back to serving tables. Mr. Marcelo wasn't here yet. I didn't know if I was happy or not.

"Hey girl," Nadia said.

"Hey,"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I am just worried,"

"About your VIP?" she asked.

"Yeah,"

"It happens," Nadia told me. "They either get bored and find another toy for the time or their wives are getting suspicious and they need to lay low." My eyes widen. "Relax, I'm kidding." I don't think she kidding. I looked around the club and wondered how many men were married and sneaking around to come here.

"Hey Celina," Carlos called.

"Yeah,"

"He's here," I swallowed hard and headed to the velvet room.

The lights were dim. They always were.

"I see you're back to the old clothes," Mr. Marcelo said roughly.

"Oh, yeah, Carlos said you weren't here yet so I didn't know what to do," I told him shyly.

"Did you miss me?" he said.

"Um," he chuckled under his breath.

"Dance," his command was sudden but stern. The music was a little faster than usual. "Touch yourself."

"What?" I almost slipped on my heel.

"Caress those perky breasts of yours. Squeeze them, run your hands over your taut stomach. Let them explore lower."

"Um,"

"If I have to tell you how to do your job, we are going to have a problem," he said. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I knew what this job entailed but I still was embarrassed to do such things. I ran my fingers over the top of my breasts. Not being able to see Mr. Marcelo made this even more embarrassing. Was I doing it right? Did he like it? I ran one of my hands down the middle of my breasts. I let it go lower but then sidetracked to my thigh.

"Are you enjoying it?" Marcelo asked.

"Um,"

"Do you know how to say anything else?"

"I do, but I just find this odd,"

"I am a very important man, Celina, I don't want you to know who I am and hold it against me. You tell anyone about this and,"

"I wouldn't," I didn't know what he was going to say after but I wanted him to know I would never tell anyone. I didn't have anyone to tell but even if I did I still wouldn't say anything.

"Even if that is so, if you could see me I might expect more from this,"

"More?"

"Yes, more," he said. "A lap dance perhaps."

"Oh,"

"You know we wouldn't stop there," I swallowed hard again. He was making me nervous. "You would like it, don't worry."

"Um,"

"Celina,"

"Sorry,"

"Tell me about yourself?"

"What?"

"You heard me,"

"Um, well my name is Celina Kent," I heard him grunt.

"You shouldn't offer up your name so easily,"

"Oh,"

"Go on,"

"Well, I grew up here. I don't know if I was born here. I was raised in a foster home and the minute I turned eighteen I went to work and been on my own ever since," I told him. He didn't respond.

"I um, needed money for rent so I worked at a strip club and,"

"And now you are here?" he questioned.

"Yeah,"

"Do you like it here?"

"Um, I do," I said honestly.

"You can always come with me. I'll take good care of you," he said.

"Oh, I,"

"I am joking," he laughed softly. I was surprised by how calm and relaxed he seemed. Even though I couldn't see him this was so natural and nice.

"Continue to dance for me and I will make sure you never have money problems again," It was me who didn't respond this time. "So anything else."

"Um, I don't know. "

"You live alone?"

"Yeah, I used to live with my boyfriend,"

"Ex," he said. It didn't sound like he was asking rather like he was telling me.

"Yeah," I answered as if he was asking me a question.

"Care for a drink?" he asked.

"I don't really drink that much,"

"Live a little,"

"Um, okay,"

"Go to the bar and put it on my tab," Mr. Marcelo said. "Until next time, oh and wear something nicer."

"Okay," I said softly.

I walked out of the velvet room and headed to the bar.

"How did it go?" Nadia asked suddenly, scaring me in the process.

"It was fine,"

"Bet he was," I forgot no one knew I didn't see my client's face when I danced for him.

"Yeah," I said in a low tone. "He offered me a drink. Want to have one with me?"

"Always," Nadia laughed. We called over one of the bartenders.

"Hey Mandy," Nadia said. "Two vodka shots." My mouth dropped a bit.

Mandy came back with the shots. Nadia handed me mine and downed hers in one swift movement.

"Damn girl," Mandy remarked.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" I heard Vito's deep angry tone behind me.

"Her client offered her a drink," Nadia answered.

"And is she still on MY clock," Vito added.

"Well yeah but,"

"No buts," Vito said. "Look at me, Celina." I slowly turned to look at him.

"Yes,"

"Next time, do it on your own time, not on mine," he said harshly.

"Okay," I said softly. Vito quickly turned around and left.

"What an ass," Nadia remarked. "And here I thought he had a soft spot for you, guess not."

"Yeah," I went to the bathroom and poured water on my face to stop me from crying. I hated being so sensitive but I was yelled at my whole life and it never made me feel good. It always reminded me of being younger and not having a family or someone who loved or cared for me. I went back to work until my shift ended.