Ruin Me, Mr X

Blackmail 2

SABLE

I exhaled softly, reaching for the pole. Soft music played in the background as I moved, wrapping my thigh around it while my head bent back, my body swaying with the rhythm.

I didn't care about the person sitting behind the curtains. Instead, I counted patiently in my head, waiting for the time he'd paid for to run out.

I opened my eyes and caught sight of the figure still sitting there without moving. From the way he sat, he was definitely one of those men who believed throwing money at girls while we danced gave him a sense of authority.

I leaned against the pole and grabbed it tightly. My feet left the floor as I spun around it. Using my strength, I lifted myself upside down until my head hovered close to the floor and my legs locked around the pole.

“Mmm.” I exhaled, feeling the pole squeeze against my skin.

Slowly, I released my grip, letting my legs hold me in place as I twisted my body. My hair swayed freely while I dragged my fingers down my stomach and across my thighs, biting my lip to make every movement look more seductive.

My eyes fluttered open when the pressure in my head became too much. I grabbed the pole again and balanced myself back on the floor. Hugging the pole, I slowly slid downward, spreading my legs just enough for him to see.

The music stopped.

I glanced at the timer above the VVIP section. Three minutes left.

I stepped away from the pole but didn't move toward him.

“Gorgeous.” A muffled voice sounded from behind the curtain.

I frowned.

The curtains parted slowly and the person's figure finally came into view. A soft gasp escaped my lips when I realized it was a woman.

She uncrossed her legs and stood up before walking toward me. She stopped right in front of me and held my gaze calmly.

“That was a beautiful dance, Sable. Lior praised your skills, but I didn't expect you to be even better than she described.” She smiled softly and reached out to curl a strand of my hair around her finger.

I immediately stepped back, a frown settling on my face.

“What's going on? Madame Lior told me a returning client wanted a private dance, not this.”

Relief settled inside me knowing there hadn't been a man behind the curtains after all, but the vibe she gave off made me uneasy. She felt like more than just a woman who enjoyed watching girls dance.

“Oh, dear. Forgive my manners.” She released my hair and opened her purse, pulling out a card. “I am Vivienne Moreau, the manager of Star Nights Club.” She stretched the card toward me.

I refused to take it.

Seeing this, she grabbed my hand and forced the card into my palm before closing my fingers around it.

She smiled again. “Take your time to go through everything. I'm recruiting talented girls like you to work at an event my club will be hosting in a few weeks.”

She pointed toward the far end of the room.

My eyes widened in horror when I noticed the blinking red light of a video camera.

My stomach dropped.

Heat crawled up my neck as humiliation slammed into me.

“Your audition was recorded successfully.” She smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I can't wait to have you join us. Your expenses will be taken care of, and you'll be paid ve...”

I cut her off before she could finish. My arms wrapped tightly around myself as rage surged through me.

I stormed toward the camera, ripped it down, and smashed it into pieces.

“I already have a job.”

I should have suspected something was wrong before agreeing to this.

If I weren't already drowning in debt because of Madame Lior, I would've marched up to her and ripped the fake plastic surgery off her face myself.

“That was expensive,” she muttered.

I didn't care.

I stormed toward the door, but her next words slowed me down.

“You'll think about it and come back to me. My number is behind the card in case you need a ride to my clubhouse.” Her voice echoed behind me.

I squeezed the card tightly before throwing it behind me. The moment I opened the door, Ara nearly fell forward like she'd been listening the entire time. She quickly straightened herself, a smile crawling onto her face.

“How was it?” she asked, stretching her neck to look past me.

My eyes narrowed slightly. I stepped fully outside and locked the door behind me before she could peek in.

I brushed past her and headed toward Halen, my mind a complete f*****g mess.

I left everything behind only to end up getting invited to some club I knew absolutely nothing about.

“Send this to the one in Room 6.”

Halen's voice was the first thing I heard when I entered the dressing room.

She sat cross-legged on the bench, counting dollar bills. Her hands paused when she looked up at me.

A faint frown appeared on her face. “That was fast.”

“So you knew?” I snapped, anger surging through me. “Why the f**k would you set me up with someone I knew nothing about?”

“Oh, please stop yelling. You're not the only girl who got interviewed by her.” She lazily picked at her ear, looking completely indifferent. “You're already drowning in debt, and the interest keeps piling up daily. Do you seriously think this house can survive another week?”

She slammed the stack of dollars onto the bench.

“Inviting Vivienne here is the best thing that's happened to this house in months. Maybe now we can finally stop bleeding money because of you. I expected some gratitude instead of this attitude.”

“Gratitude?” My jaw clenched tightly. “Yes, I owe money, and I've been paying it back. That still doesn't give you any f*****g right to trade me off like some toy.”

“Oh, watch your mouth, b***h. Don't speak to Halen like that if you don't want this video of your cunt getting uploaded online.”

Ara's voice sounded behind me.

I froze.

Turning around slowly, I saw her holding up her phone. Her finger pointed at the screen where my top had slipped while I danced on the pole.

She smirked before glancing toward Halen.

“You did well picking this for her.”