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CAMBRIA
So far, everything is going according to plan.
I didn’t think I would get Abram to want me so easily. I figured someone with his money and influence would have access to all kinds of women whenever he wants them. Maybe it’s just my ties to Marcus that makes me more alluring.
Either way, I’m already feeling apprehensive.
What happened last night at the club felt forbidden even though I was literally dancing on him moments earlier. There’s no way he just approaches girls in the locker room to get them to dance for him. He wanted me alone.
Why didn’t he just ask?
I bet he wanted to retain all of the power. He couldn’t just ask me nicely to come up to his office and dance for him. He wanted to catch me off guard to see if my nerves would fuck me up.
Even I was shocked when they didn’t.
I’ll never forget the way he looked at me when I pulled back from that kiss. He seemed to be fighting a combination of rage, curiosity, and raw lust. Feeling his own cum in his mouth while his dick was still throbbing from his orgasm must have been a confusing turn of events for someone like him.
Trying to avenge Marcus will be so much cleaner and simpler now that I know how easily Abram will give into me.
Part of my contract with Abram involves moving into the housing that he provides for all of his “dancers”. We’re told strictly not to discuss our individual contracts with each other, but we all get our own apartments in a luxury suite above the club. Even with the dubious business practices, I’d have a hard time complaining about that.
Abram sent movers to my apartment to help make my transition into the new housing as effortless as possible. Even if I’m annoyed at him for assuming that I couldn’t handle it myself, having somebody else haul all of my shit around for me has made this move incredibly easy. Now I understand how rich people can have multiple houses without losing their minds: all the hard stuff is done for them.
I do have to admit that the whole thing feels precarious and weird. I feel like a black-market Playboy Bunny. Communal living with other hot girls who also work under vaguely sexual circumstances leaves a lot of room for human rights violations that I would have never considered before. Where am I supposed to go if Abram decides he doesn’t want me here?
“Looks like everything is coming together already. You’re a day ahead of schedule,” Abram comments as he approaches the doorway to my apartment.
“Does that mean I get more homework for extra credit?” I reply sarcastically, watching his eyes narrow. He knows I’m referencing the audition.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind giving you something to do if you’re bored,” he says, biting his lower lip for a brief moment.
I play dumb at first, desperate to see how long it will take before he comes out and asks.Please, Cambria, please, will you suck my dick and spit my cum back into my mouth? I’m such a pretty boy with no self-control.
“I don’t know, Abram. I need to set up my stuff. I don’t even know which of these boxes my dishes are in,” I reply.
“I’ll order you something for dinner, fuck the dishes,” he says just a bit more hastily than he intended to. He’s been itchy for another blowjob for days.
Shocked he hasn’t found one somewhere else.
“Nah, I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow night, though,” I reply, smiling slightly.
He smiles back, his lips somewhat tense as he takes the blow of his unceremonious rejection. He’s probably not used to that, which just makes the whole situation even more alluring to him.
* * *
The followingnight is my first night on stage. I’m extremely nervous as I wait for my time to start, and my nerves gain traction as I see how easily the other girls are showered with tips. They must have regulars here because there’s nothing particularly special about the way any of the girls are moving. I can already feel my anxiety and jealousy working up a storm in me.
It will be so obvious if nobody likes me.
When I hear my song begin to play, the hours of practice kick in. I’m taken over like a voodoo doll as my brain kicks into some fucked up halfway point between survival mode and muscle memory. I feel like I’m being taken over by a poltergeist who desperately needs me to do a good job on my first night. The threat of losing my home is already looming above me.
I approach the pole, stepping one foot in front of the other delicately to make my legs look longer. As soon as I reach it, I swing my foot around and twirl my leg as I slide down to the floor.
I glance around quickly.
No Abram. I was hoping he’d be here to watch, but his absence does take some pressure off me.
