TWO WORLDS APART

CHAPTER 5

It was too good to be true, she said to herself as she sat on her little bed. The loud voices below her spelt certain doom.

The week had been going too great, it even seemed suspicious to her. She had made Michael teach her pole dancing. It was a sight to behold. Michael had a hot body and professionally, he was a great teacher. She did perform on stage on some nights at his club. She had made a special arrangement with Michael that she was not open to any 's*x booking'. "If they asked, tell them I'm worth a lot or already booked", she had warned him one evening.

Michael had eased up a bit about her pole dancing show, because of the crow she drew. Everyone wanted to see 'Red Wine'. It brought a lot of envy from her coworker but she did not care.

Why are they yelling below? It was a mistake, she said to herself. She had gotten home this evening and met the usual pile of dirty clothes that she was expected to wash. She left for her room to freshen up, but when she came back, someone littered the clothes everywhere including the sitting room. As she had bent to pick them up, she had mistakenly knocked down the vase.

As though by magic, Emily and her mother returned home with a lot of shopping bags. Immediately Emily saw what had happened, she immediately alerted her mother.

It turns out that Emily wasn't kidding when she said it was expensive. It was a wedding gift from one of Ann's rich friends, and its current value was about two thousand dollars. Where in the world would she get that kind of money? Ann had thrown a tantrum and given her a minimum of two days to pay it back or else she would be thrown out of the house. Uncle Jordan said nothing to disagree with his wife.

'Ring ring'. Her cell phone had been the only disturbance in her solitude. She picked up the phone and she could see a lot of missed calls from Michael. What is it this time ?, she asked as she rolled her eyes. "Hello Mikey, what do you want? " She asked while trying her best not to cry. "You are dancing tonight, right? You won't believe who is here " cried Michael in excitement. "Tell me, please. Does the person have two thousand dollars to spend? My whole life depends on getting that money tonight" said Amelia in exhaustion. He was her best friend after all so what harm could come from telling him? She explained everything that had happened and waited for his response. "George Miller. You can check him out on Google. Please hurry and get your ass over here" said Michael as he cut the call.

"George Miller," said Amelia as though she was under a spell. She loved the way the name rolled off her tongue. She typed his name on her search bar and waited. The internet reception was terrible. Several articles had his name on it. A multi-billionaire! she screamed in her head. She quickly shut the screen down and rushed to get ready. Tonight, she was going to dance like never before.

"Red" cried an excited voice. Everyone had their mask on but it was easy to identify Michael. He had a weird fashion sense whenever he was in the club. He wore a priestly robe and had a cowboy belt on his waist, with some things hanging from the belt. You would think those 'things' were toy guns or maybe a cross to match his outfit but no, he has a f*****g variety of vibrators of different sizes strapped on him. A whip was hanging from his hand. Michael had a thing for b**m.

He walked up to her and gestured for her to get changed. He signaled for the girls to take her to the dressing room and get a lady they called "Sweet Kitty" to help her out. In the dressing room, Sweet Kitty immediately got to work. "Strip" demanded Kitty with a whip on her hand. Everything was too fast for Amelia and she seemed to be too slow for Kitty. In lightning speed Kitty had her clothes torn and her succulent breast born. Sweet kitty wasn't so sweet after all. She wore a clip on her n*****s and sprayed a cool-like substance on her breast to make it seem wet. She wore lingerie and high heels. Kitty applied a red hot lipstick on her lips and to Amelia's surprise, she kissed her. "That would spread the make-up evenly" she said before running off to alert Michael that she was ready.

At this moment, she felt like running home. Before she climbed the stage, Michael had asked if she knew how to use s*x toys. "Of course, you do. You would do well tonight. Now if you would excuse me I have to go wack in the toilet. You look so hot, Red" said Michael as he hurried off like a horny teenager in a s*x club.

It's a bit too late to turn back now, she said as she wore her bunny mask on. She climbed onto the stage and the cheering from the crowd made her want to own the stage. She held onto a pole and the music started.

Lots of things were brought to the stage as she began her performance. What was she going to do with a chair that had a dildo attached to it?

As she widened her legs, a man grabbed her and tried to give her a quick head, he was already w*****g in public, but this was L. Who cares? She grabbed his head with both her legs, a what and a turn and slammed his head on the stage. To everyone, it was a performance.

It was time to use the toys, Michael had whispered from backstage. She walked over to the most unique of them and climbed it. As she rode it, she could hear the crowd cheering. She threw her head backwards, to give the crowd the impression that she was lost. She then opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of Michael and Kitty having an o****m.

She moved on to each toy and by the time she was done, she was already tired. She dragged herself off the stage and into the dressing room to get changed.

Knock, knock. "It's Michael. We need to talk" said Michael. She got up to open the door and watched with interest as he came in with a tray of food. "Thank goodness I needed this," said Amelia as she rushed to grab the hamburger. "We need to change the terms of our agreement just for tonight. It would benefit us both and especially you with your debt to Ann" said Michael suddenly. "How? What do you want? " asked Amelia as she dropped her meal. "He wants you. He is ready to pay anything" Michael added as he ushered her to eat, so she could regain her strength for what was to come. "Who? " Amelia asked. "George Miller," said Michael. He left the room to give her a chance to think.

"This is the room. Here is your mask" said Kitty as she pointed at the door. Knock knock, there was no answer. She pushed the door open and walked in. She heard the door suddenly close behind her. "Kneel," said a hoarse voice in the dark.