My Charming Mafia

Chapter 3 - Don't rat me out, please

Kristen

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I moved my body around the pole, trying to focus on not messing up one more time. I hadn't seen Carlos since I had arrived at the club tonight. And that was only making me to feel even more unsettled.

I tried swinging my legs in the air while still gripping the pole with my hands and upper body but it turned out to be a bad idea. Thankfully I didn't humiliate myself by falling flat on my butt and immediately did another pirouette before going down in a split. But it didn't seem to attract the customers. Nobody came to throw money at me and I figured this also wasn't helping with when Carlos would find out about me not satisfying his client.

After a while, I got down from the pole and exited the stage. I wanted to get some water for my parched throat when a girl met me while I was still backstage.

“Hey, Kris. Carlos wants to see you.”

I gulped visibly.

Deep down I knew it was inevitable.

With my heart sinking down to my stomach, I slowly made my way outside of the club. Carlos's black Jeep Wagoner was parked up in front and when he spotted me, he immediately ordered me to get in.

I slowly got into his car, sat down on the passenger seat, with my head low and my hands trembling on my lap. I didn't want to look at him but from his intense breathing my ears picked up, I could easily tell he was angry, or trying to control himself.

“I suppose you know why I wanted to see you?” His deep voice is calm. But I know it's anything but calm.

I nodded with my teeth anxiously chewing on my lower lip.

“Words, Kristen!”

“mm... Yes, Carlos.” I quickly spoke.

Then he sighed, and turned his eyes from the mirror ahead to look at me.

“Tell me something, haven't I been patient with you, Kristen?” He asked me.

I nodded again. “Yes, Carlos. Y-you have been very patient with me.”

“And you're taking advantage,”

I raised my head and looked at him almost immediately. “No, Carlos. I...I would never do such a thing. I...I couldn't do anything. He...he was very agitated and...he would have killed me...”

“I chose you, because you have a pretty face and I thought you were smarter than the rest of my w****s. But you failed me, Kristen.”

I got my face down again, nodded my head, this time, along with a sniffle. “I...understand, Carlos.”

In the blink of an eye, he angrily grabbed me by the back of my hair in a tight and harsh grip, forcing my head up to now stare at the car's ceiling.

“I don't think you f*****g understood, Kristen!” I tried not to scream but sink my teeth deeper into the soft flesh of my lower lip. His grip on my hair was rough and I feared he would rip my hair right out of my scalp. “It's thanks to me that you are roaming free and not locked up in a f*****g jail cell! I got you out of prison because I thought you would be useful for me, but I guess I was wrong in your case, Kristen!!”

“Please let go... Please...” I cried as I got both of my hands behind the back of my head to hold his hand that was gripping my hair.

“Do you know that I can send you back to prison or make you disappear without a damn trace, Kristen!! You do know this, right?!!” He yelled, his spit flying at my face.

“I know... Yes, I know, Carlos.” I winced, feeling my cheeks wet because of my tears.

Of course I knew what he was capable of. I remembered vividly what happened after Felicity, Regina and Tanya tried to escape from the club and from Carlos. Even the new Chilean girl that didn't stay more than two nights had also chosen to run away. They had disappeared and we heard nothing from them. Even a two-year old could figure out what had actually happened to them.

“Then you listen to me well, Kristen! Because I'll only repeat myself this one time. If a client wants you, you'll definitely do whatever the f**k they want you to do! Do you understand what I'm telling you?!!”

I nodded right away. “I fully...understand, Carlos. I...I won't disappoint you...”

He then let go of my hair. “You better not disappoint me, Kristen. Because you're beginning to loose value for me.” He looked at me like a pile of trash he was waiting to throw away into the bin. “Because for me, money is value to me.”

I gave him another nod. “I understand perfectly well, Carlos.” This time I held my breath so I wouldn't cry again, at least not in front of him so I wouldn't piss him off.

“Good. Now get out of the car. Crystal just sent me a message.” He turned to me again, but this time a stupid grin appeared on his face. “Apparently a client at the club wants you.”

My stomach instantly twisted.

I felt my guts forming a tight knot that it felt a little impossible to breathe properly.

And seeing that smug on his face made me to want to grab one of the empty liquor bottles from the backseat of his car and smash his shining bald head with it.

I turned to get my hand on the interior door handle when he said behind me.

“No more mistakes, Cherry.” He laughed afterwards as I quickly opened the door and got down from his car. He gave me a stern warning with his eyes before winding up his car window and drove off.

“Oh God...” I looked up to the black sky for a moment before I made my way back to the club.

I bumped into Crystal who told me that the client who wanted me was waiting for me in one of the VIP rooms - the red room.

“I'm watching you, b***h. Mess up again and I'll inform Carlos about it.” I bet she would, the little witch who just wanted to impress Carlos and maintain her position.

I didn't respond to her and walked back to the dressing room. I straightened my hair, added some blush to my face. Once I was done looking somewhat presentable, I left the dressing room and headed to the red room.

Once I got to the red room, I paused in front of the door, took in a long length of oxygen into my lungs before I held the door handle, twisted it and opened the door.

I walked in, and I never expected to meet such a fine young man just standing a couple of feet away.

But he was no different from the rest of them. They were all pigs who wanted one thing - to find a hole to drill their p***s in and satiate themselves.

“You sent...for me?”

I then shot my eyes to the floor.

No response.

A whole minute had passed and he still hadn't said a word.

I then heard him hum which made me to sigh heavily.

“Very well... Please head to the bed, or to one of the sofas. Which one you would prefer?”

He didn't say anything again but simply walked towards the bed. I also walked towards the bed where he was seated at the edge.

For some reason, my hands started to shake. I didn't know why I was acting like this right now. Sooner or later I was to eventually do this. There was no other way for me.

I stopped when I was in front of him. I still didn't dare to meet his eyes and immediately got down on my knees in-between his legs. He further expanded the gap with his legs as I got my hands to rest on his thighs, which were very strong.

I gulped hard as I now reached for his belt. My hands were shaking again. Darn it.

If I messed up this time again, then Carlos wasn't going to look at me with pity any longer. Everything would be over for me, whether in prison or... Dead.

My little sister, Penny was only fifteen. I was her only support as our mother dumped all of her responsibilities on me. If I went to prison or I disappeared, I knew Penny will be all alone, vulnerable and at the mercy of my mother's boyfriend.

Penny was the only reason I was still fighting to stay alive and sane. The little money Carlos gave us at the end of the month was used to raise my little sister, pay her expenses and send her to school. I wanted a better life for her, I didn't want her to have the kind of shitty life I was forced into living.

Amidst my thoughts which were filled with fear, anxiety and helplessness, I had forgotten myself for a moment. Until I heard him speak for the first time.

“Stop!...”

From his voice, I could tell he was mad.

I had messed up.

I immediately looked up at him. His eyes were a dark gray shade, his lips were thin, his jawline was sharp and flawless.

He suddenly pulled away from me.

My heart started to race, and my ears were hurting from the sound.

“No please! Please don't be upset with me, sir. I...I promise I can please you, sir.” I thought of Penny - what would happen to her if I wasn't around anymore, and I started begging him not to kick me out.

I touched him again, this time I was desperate to do it. I wasn't going to even think about myself or about how I was going to loose my virginity tonight. I touched his belt, swiftly trying to unbuckle it when he grabbed my hand.

I looked at him again and he also did the same.

His face didn't seem to have any readable expressions. He just stared at me, and me not being able to tell what was going on in his mind only made me all the more fearful and anxious.

“What is your name?” He asked, his voice a somewhat dark and unsettling.

“...Ch-Cherry.” I gulped, still feeling my heart beating like a drum about to tear.

He held my jaw next, and dangerously drew his face closer to mine.

“That is your stage name.” He stated, in a dangerous whisper. “I want your real name.”

“Kristen.” I answered, “Please don't send me away, sir. Let me...let me please you. That's why you're...here?”

“And how old are you?” He threw another question at me, completely ignoring the task I was sent here for in the first place.

“I'm...eighteen.”

He stood up, and in an instant he was towering over me. Oh God, the guy was tall.

“Why are you here, when you should be in college?” I closed my eyes for a second and sighed, tired of his never ending questions.

“Sir... I came here because you requested to see me privately. So please, let me just do the job I am here for.” I said, in a firm whisper.

“I'm not interested anymore.” He stated, shoving both his hands in his pants pocket.

My eyes widened even more. What did he mean he wasn't interested anymore?

“But, sir....” I started to tremble again.

This couldn't be happening to me again. Carlos wasn't going to spare me this time. He wasn't going to think twice of getting rid of me for good.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest the moment he started to walk away, heading towards the door.

I shook my head, my body trembling and sweating. I immediately rushed to block his way, got down on my knees in front of him and gripped his right leg so tightly that he couldn't escape.

“Hey?! What the f**k are you doing?!”

I didn't look at him and continued to shake my head, letting out all the tears as I begged him not to leave. The moment he would walk out through that door was the very moment my fate would be sealed, and not in a good way.

“Please, I beg you. Don't go, sir. F-forgive me if I acted...rude.”

“Would you f*****g let go of my leg, girl!” I shook my head immediately. Letting him go without satisfying him was out of the question. I didn't care if he became angry, he could hit me if it pleased him.

“Listen, sir...”

“Look!...” He let out a frustrated sigh. “It's very clear that you don't want to f*****g do this. So why f*****g pretend?!...” He looked down at me, annoyed.

For a moment, I stopped struggling, I didn't hold unto his leg so tightly like before, I just blinked and allowed his words to slowly sink in.

“Don't rat me out, please.” Was the only words that left my mouth in the form of a low whisper, after a whole minute and a half of silence between us.

Another whole minute passed by in silence.

“Listen, I'm not the least bit interested in what the hell is going on. I just know that you don't want to do this, so I'm leaving.” This time, his voice came out less annoyed.

He moved his left leg forward, paused and looked down at me, mentally telling me to get my hands off his other leg. And for some reason, I didn't protest, I didn't plead. I simply let go of his leg.

“Thank you,” He said, relieved.

I didn't look in his direction as he headed straight for the door. Only his footsteps were reaching my ears. I heard the twisting of the doorknob and closed my eyes as I wiped the last tear on my face.

“And by the way, I won't say that nothing happened in here.”

I turned to him, and found him standing just next to the door, with his broad back looking at me. He then walked out and shut the door after him.

I was speechless...

Utterly shocked.

Who was he? Now that I thought about it, I had never seen him around at the club before, or maybe I just never noticed.

I was still seated on the floor, having my mind wander farther astray about a young man, a stranger who chose not to tell on me, didn't decide to have his way with me but instead...respected my wishes, without me having to say anything.

He easily understood me without words, effortlessly saw through my facade of wanting to sleep with him.

I had thought all men were exactly the same. My biological father who didn't want me, my mother's boyfriend who tried every chance to r**e me and the bunch of disgusting men out there who just wanted to f**k.

But HE wasn't like them...

He was different.

And I realized I didn't get to ask for his name.

I wondered why I felt calm while thinking of him, but quickly shook my head, realizing I shouldn't. He was just a stranger who chose to lie for my sake.

The truth was, I might have not been forced into doing anything against my will tonight, but tomorrow or the next were no guarantees. I needed to let go of the fear and my own will. For the sake of Rita.

I rose on my feet and exited the room. I met Kylie in the dressing room. She was just about to head back on stage.

“Hey,” I smiled at her.

“Where were you, girl?” Kylie asked me, while pushing her bra up.

“She was with her very first client of the night!” Crystal walked up to us, her mouth singing all the way because of the gum she was loudly chewing. “So how was your first time sucking a d**k?”

“What?! You were with someone, Kris?” Kylie looked at me, shocked.

“Yea, she was. Apparently some hot guy wanted some alone time with your little friend.” Crystal said, grinning. “I met him a while ago, and he said that you gave him a great head. I never knew you had it in you, bitch.”

I blinked, surprised. He had actually kept his word and didn't tell Crystal the truth. Even Kylie stared at me in surprise after listening to Crystal.

“I... It's not like I had any other choice.” I whispered.

The other girls present in the dressing room who overheard our conversation hooted and whistled together, and my face instantly became red with embarrassment.

“The little saint had her first d**k-sucking,” Belinda commented, and I wondered why she needed to say that.

“Was he heavy in his pants?” Yelan giggled next.

“Oh please, she's always pretended to be a goody-two-shoes, what a bitch...” Irene snarled.

Crystal grinned, showing her full teeth as she came to touch my shoulder. “Maybe this is your calling, Cherry. You are useless on stage, so probably giving the clients a good b*****b and possibly f*****g them is what you should be doing more. What do you say? Carlos would be impressed.”

I smiled, almost too perfectly, the sides of my lips reaching my cheeks while trying to take out my clothes from the locker.

I waited for Kylie's show to be over, and we both went back home. The moment we reached the motel, Kylie instantly wanted to know every detail about my supposed first time dealing with a client privately.

“No way! That simply can't be true, Kris!” Kylie's reaction was definitely the same one I had after I realized what that man had done for me.

I shook my head for the third time after Kylie repeatedly asked me if he demanded something in exchange for him lying to cover up for me.

“I've already told you that he didn't demand for anything. On the contrary, he...he was a gentleman and just didn't want me to do what I honestly didn't want to do, Kylie.”

Kylie hummed. “I guess, chivalry still exists in this selfish world of ours.”

I freshened up and got ready for bed. I was exhausted and my bones ached. I texted Penny, asking her about her day. She didn't reply and I assumed she must be asleep already.

I put my phone to charge and hopped on my bed. Sleep immediately came to me, I didn't fight it and simply dozed off.

I went to sleep, for the first time not feeling like life was just only a one-way street.