Jezebelle

Jezebelle's POV Months. Oh my it had been since my parents had walked out of my.life. Now I lived in New York City. Minutes away from the infamous ball drop in Madison Square Garden and the strip club was hopping. I had already made over $6000 and was expecting 5o make more. However, I wasn't really wanting to be in the club tonight. Lately the clients had been more hands on. Just a couple of nights ago a man had cornered me in the hallway when I had been on my way to changing room. Of course I called security and and they handled the man. slowly dancing my way through the club I sigh. Once again one of my rowdy regulars were in the club demanding my attention. shaking my head and praying that this wouldn't be another uncomfortable strip dance. This specific client always got hands with her, especially when he was far into his drinks. Getting to my client I plaster on a fake smile and ask "What do you want tonight Cal?" A slight shiver went down my back when he looked up to him and started to subtly mive away from him. The look on his face was terrifying. Cal POV Looking up at the tiny little Red Head I grin evilly. After her calling security on me a couple if nights ago I plan on making her pay. Taking in her beauty I say "I want what is mine." I see her subtly start backing up and laugh saying "not so fast girl. You owe me after that stunt a couple of nights ago." I stand a roughly grab her wrist in a tight vice. I wasn't about to let this rare gem escape. Not that easily. Jezebelle POV Whimpering as Cal grabs my wrist I say "Stop it Cal. You know you can't touch me." I try to pull my wrist out of his grasp only to whimper more. Struggling to break free from him I start to raise my voice in fear. I knew it had been him the other night who had cornered me. But I wasn't his property. Last time I checked no one owned me. standing there my wrist held tightly in his hand I was terrifies. This man stood 6'6 and probably weighed 275 soaking wet. myself I stood 5'6 and weighed a measly 132 soaking wet.