chapter 9

Chapter Four

The Stripper’s Savior

Paige Andrada

It’s been a few weeks since Devon offered me to be his personal whore. And I’ve been thinking about it since then. I didn’t exactly declined nor accepted his offer. I just said that I’ll think about it. Now yes, I’m maybe a fool acting like a virgin. My mind is in turmoil. I wanted to accept his offer but I’m afraid, afraid that Devon will just throw me when he’s done playing with me. I am afraid of people abandoning me twice. I know the likes of Devon Montgomery, they treat women as a toy and food. He will never be contented with just one. I might be his favorite now but sooner or later, he will find another toy.

And here I am, about to enter a club called Fire and Ice. It’s a club for high class people. And being a stripper and pole dancer is my part time job. I do not like the feeling of men lusting over my body but honestly, I like this better than selling myself. My drug dealer Michael was the one who get me in this job and I couldn’t be thankful enough. Here, they cannot touch me if I do not want to. Michael was my first ‘client’. I had no choice back then, I had no money, I had nothing. I had nothing left to lose.

I went inside the back entrance and went straight to the dressing room. I greeted the girls I got close to and ignored the ones who hated me as much as I hated them. It is not my fault that I am the ‘star’ of this club and not them. Rather than them being insecure, why don’t they just do a better job, right?

I wasted no time in changing because I’m the next in line. The ‘climax’ of the night as they call it. I snorted at our costume for today. A superhero. I’m super girl to be exact. How ironic. I stared at myself in the mirror and nodded it fits perfectly and I’m confident with my body.

I exhaled when I heard my code name ‘Red’. Red symbolizes fierceness and fire that perfectly suits me. I snatched the robe that will cover my body and stepped outside the room and went up the dark stage. I rolled my eyes at their lame attempt of suspense. They do this every time and I am honestly tired of it. But whatever, right? The men always bought the used up gimmick, anyways. Seconds later, the spot light is on me making the crowd of perverts scream and whistle. Crowd of married men cheating on their wives, pervert men looking for a good fuck and old men who wants to have a taste of young women. I put on my signature fake smile and smiled seductively and bit my lower lip. I will use their weakness as my strength.

“I love you Red!”

“Be mine!”

I slowly and seductively remove the robe hiding my body and sway to the beat of the music.

“Marry me!”

“I will fuck you!”

I restrained myself from cringing. I wanted to shiver in disgust but reminded myself that this is the job I cannot afford to lose because for some strange reason, my parents haven’t made the move to remove me. Or... have they?

I threw away the robe and started moving my body, moving my hips the way I know will drive them crazy with lust. I turned around and bent down to give them a view of my beautiful ass. I smiled a little when I saw the bills they are throwing inside the stage. Those were enough for a week without selling my body. I winked at them and continued dancing.

The crowd’s going wild. Some of the men tried going up the stage but the bouncers are thankfully holding them off, some started fighting over me. I just ignored them as I am already used to it. I walked towards the pole while swaying my hips sexily. I held onto the pole with my arms and thighs and started doing my routine.

But then I froze when I spotted a familiar man sitting in the corner, his face expressionless. I was snapped out of my thoughts when someone grabbed me by the waist. I cringed when I saw that it’s an old man.

“Come home with me and you’ll have the best night of your life.”

More like the worst. I thought.

I tried to smile and not push him away because I do not want to lose this job. But when he grabbed my ass roughly, I pushed him out of defense.

This is the first time this happened in front of everyone so I just stood there like a fool. I hate this job with passion but this is the only way I know to live. I hate being touched or held by men when I’m not under the influence of drugs.

“How dare you, you filthy whore!” He yelled angrily and raised his hand to hurt me. I gasped when I saw Devon in front of me.

“Get the hell out of my club, you filthy old man!” Devon said loudly that made the whole club silent.

Before the old man left, he glared at us hatefully. I felt something on my shoulder and saw that it’s his coat wrapped around my body. My heart jumped at his simple action. Before I get the chance to react he’s already pulling me towards God knows where. We entered the door for the VIPs that I haven’t got the chance to enter yet. But, I heard the stories that it’s exclusively for the millionaires and family of the owner only. Who is he and why does he know this place? My eyes widened a little when I remembered what he shouted earlier. He owned the club I’m working in?!

He pulled me almost roughly and I just winced at how tight he’s holding my wrist and whenever I try to pull it from him, he just tightens his hold so I stopped trying and just let him took me wherever. We passed rooms and I could her moans. grunts and groans. And there’s a sound like someone is being tortured. What the hell is this place? A dungeon?

“Where are you taking me? What is this place? A-are you going to kill me?” that thought scared me. I still want to get out of this hell hole I’m in. I want to have a decent and stable job, get married and be happy!

He did not answer any of my questions and just opened the last and probably the biggest room in here with me still in his grasp. He let go of me once we’re inside and I immediately cradled my aching wrist and saw how red it was. I glared at Devon and the man is not even looking at me---his hostage.

Devon is pacing around the room. “You turned me down to be a whore and a stripper? Seriously? Am I not your type? I am fucking millionaire for fuck’s sake! I have everything! What’s your reason?” He stopped inches away from me and I almost stumbled back. I shivered a little at the intensity of his stare and the tone he used. I can see anger, desire and... lust? Is it possible to be seductive and yet evil? He’s a sexy beast. I mentally slapped herself.

I gulped and opened my mouth to answer but found no answer so instead, I looked past him and looked around the room I am in. The room is dimly lit but I can still clearly see the king size bed in the middle, a long table on the side with straps on it and I gasped when I saw different equipment that I am not familiar with but are aware of. God, this place is for torture!

“Do you want to know why this club’s name is Fire and Ice?”

My eyes went back on him and I wanted to snap at him and tell him that I don’t give a damn but kept my mouth shot and just nodded.

“Strip.”

I raised my eyebrow at that. Who does this man think he is?

“Excuse me?”

I waited for him to answer but he just stared at me with those cold blue eyes of him that has no trace of humor in them. I gulped and looked back at the door, by his distance, He can easily stop me from leaving this place. And I don’t know this man at all. He can hurt me for escaping him or possibly fire me for not doing what he said. I raised my shaking hands to remove the costume but then realized that I am almost wearing nothing! No freaking way!

“No!” I exclaimed.

It’s his turn to raise a perfect brow at me. “You are a stripper, you are willing to have sex with any other guy but not me? Are you fucking kidding me?” he bitterly laughs and came closer. “I can pay you, hell I can buy you, even your soul and yet here you are, declining my offer. Who do you think you are?” he yanked me by the waist and pressed my body against his.

His face is getting closer and closer to my face I can smell his minty breath, how come there isn’t a hint of alcohol in his breath when I saw him drinking earlier? I almost closed my eyes when I smelled the familiar smell of his body. My eyes drooped close and waited for this man to kiss me. All I wanted him to do is just kiss me already, damn it!

I frowned when I felt his arm left my body and opened my eyes. I found him opening a bottle and pouring it in the glass he’s holding. I felt my face grew hot in embarasment. I actually closed my eyes because I thought he’s going to kiss me! How shameful! Annoyed and flustered, I decided to leave only to gasp when I found my hand strapped on the bed post. When? How? Fuck, was I that lost that I did not feel it? Stupid Paige! I tried getting out of the handcuff but to no avail. I narrowed my eyes at him and followed his every move. I saw him prepare a bucket of ice and a bottle of whisky. Is he really going to drink while I’m tied?!

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let go of me!” I stepped back away from him. Big mistake. I found myself lying down on the bed with my legs hanging on it.

He just chuckled and placed the bucket and bottle on the small table close to the bed. “You want to know the history of this club right? Well, I will show you why this club is called Fire and Ice instead.”

“Turn the heater on.” he said later on. I got confused as to who he’s talking to but froze but when I felt the heat started circling around the room.

“What do you want from me? Please, let me go.” I tried begging him but he just shook his head.

“After this, you will beg for more, sweetling.”

He opened the bottle and drank before biting a piece of ice. I stared helplessly at him, wondering what he’s planning. My eyes widened when he got on top of me with a knowing smirk. I opened my mouth to say something but gasped instead at what he did next. He pressed the ice starting from my toes and started going up. I squirmed and I didn’t know what to feel at that moment. All I can do is to gasp and whimpered.

He gently traced my body with his mouth. Every part of me that touched by the ice is heating up with a sensation I’m not familiar with. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. I do’t want to give him that satisfaction. I can hear little moans and whimpers and realized that they are coming from me. My body’s liking what Devon’s doing and I can’t explain it. I felt cold but hot at the same time. It felt like he’s already the Master of my body despite of us being intimate for the first time.

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“Still a no?”

I’m gasping now, I could feel the familiar tingling. I don’t know why it felt familiar, was it because of the day I lost my virginity without knowing it? Did I came then? This devil is seducing me and my body is agreeing with this devil man. Almost!

“Y-yes.” I answered with my eyes tightly closed.

He grinned and said. “Good girl.”