Obey Me

You Are A Stripper

Celina

"You want me to do what?" I asked.

"It's wet and wild night, all the girls go on stage," Candy said.

"Yeah," Cherry added. "It's one of our busiest nights."

"Um did anyone tell Carlos or V-,"

"Vito doesn't care and if you bother him he will be upset," Candy told me.

"Um, okay," I said. She probably had a point. Vito was biting my head off for the slightest things so I didn't want to bother him with this. Cherry brought me a new outfit and new shoes. It took me a minute to get dressed. I was out of my element, to say the least. I got dressed and headed out to the stage. All the girls were dressed sexier than I was so I was relieved about that. Maybe no eyes would be on me. I stepped on the stage. It was slippery. The water was everywhere. I felt like if I moved even an inch I would fall on my ass. There was water falling from the ceiling. The strobe lights were in full effect.

"Dance," Candy shouted. I tried my best to move but I knew my shoe would give out before I made my first move. I felt a push at my back. I couldn't even turn around to see who it was. I was scared and nervous. I tried to look around but now there was smoke all around us.

"What are you doing?" Cherry asked. "Dance, now. Customers are watching." I took a deep breath and made my way to the center of the stage. I began moving slowly but the music was upbeat and fast tempo. I felt like I could finally make my first move so I did. It all seemed to be going well until I tried to turn and then I felt my ankle twist. I fell on my ass and as I looked around all the girls were looking at me with big grins on their faces.

"What the hell," I heard Vito's rough voice say. I couldn't see him at first but suddenly he appeared through the smoke. His piercing dark eyes staring at me with anger. His white button-up shirt was clinging to his body. Every muscle on display. I could even see his n*****s. I pressed my lips together. His hair was dripping wet. I watched a drop of water leave his hair and slowly fall down his cheek. This moment seemed to last for hours rather than seconds. He lowered himself and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He threw me over his shoulder and took me to his office.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he yelled. He sat me on his desk. He went back to slam his door shut and he even locked it. I swallowed hard and stared at him.

"Are you going to answer me?" he questioned.

"I was told I had to go on stage," I quickly answered.

"By who?" I wondered if I should say who. I didn't. "f*****g answer me, Celina."

"It doesn't matter. I should have asked Carlos," I said.

"No s**t," he said. "Do you know how many guys were staring at you?"

"I know, I embarrassed you and-," he began to laugh.

"Seriously,"

"Well,"

"Dressed like that, you could have kept falling and they would have still thrown bills at you," Vito said. I stayed quiet. "Tell me, do you enjoy working here?"  I didn't answer that.

"It's not a trick question," he assured me.

"Honestly, no," I said. "This isn't what I imagined I would be doing."

"So, why are you here?" was he serious. He brought me here.

"I have nowhere else to go," I said softly. "I had a job before you-," he stepped closer to me. It scared me for a moment. He grabbed my foot and took off my heels. He let go of my left foot and took hold of my right one with both hands.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Um no," I said. He turned my foot to the side. "Ouch."

"Now?"

"Well duh,"

"Next time don't lie to me,"

"I wasn-," he got up and leaned into me. His face was inches away from me.

"Don't talk back," his command was soft but firm. I nodded. Vito let go of my foot and went to a tiny closet on the side of the room.

"Here," he grabbed a gym bag and tossed it to me. "Change." I opened the bag and noticed there was a plain grey shirt and black jogger pants.

"Um,"

"Undress," his tone was sharper. I didn't move a muscle. "Celina, you are wet and I am not letting you out of here like that."

"Can you turn around,"

"You are a stripper," I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes. I took his shirt covered myself with it until I could pull off the one I was wearing. I tried to do it the fasts I could. I opened up the shirt, stretched it then quickly slipped it over my head and down my body. His face never changed. He seemed angry yet calm. He was a mystery to me. I hopped off the desk. He didn't seem to like that. I wanted to tell him my ankle was fine. I held the joggers the best I could in front of my legs but it was hard. I took my left hand and began to slip my skirt off. His eyes were following all of my movements. I wasn't concentrating because I was getting nervous. I dropped the joggers. I quickly picked them up and pulled them up. He was grinning.

"Ready?" he asked. I was angry at him. He was messing with me.

"Yeah," I said low and annoyed. "Aren't you going to change?"

"When we arrive," he said. I didn't know what he meant. He took me out the back entrance. His car was already waiting by the door. He opened the door and I got in.