Camilla
"Camilla? You are late again! What do you think of yourself? A ballerina or something? You are just a dancer here. so you better practice well or you are not going to be anything!" the owner of the night club that I was working for started to scold me again for being late for that daily practice.
And I admitted I was lucky to get that job! I was a virgin! Pure virgin! Yup, never dated, never had a boyfriend! Never! Never anything and not even kissed anyone before.
I wasn t a lazy ass, but I really hated that job but it was the only job I got by having zero skills at all. I tried to finish my college but my father and my mother said to me that I should depend on myself because I have turned twenty-one and that s why they kicked me out of the house.
Maybe they were right about that! They had enough responsibilities already, and five younger brothers! Yes! So I was kind of a burden but I just wish they had the ability to wait for another year after my graduation.
Anyway, that s me, Camilla, standing over there in the middle of the stage of a very low-class night club shaking my ass to drunk people every night to get a hundred bucks after the end of the night.
It wasn t that bad, at least none of them tried to fuck me or something. Well, the guards protected the dancers not because we are something precious but because guests there are too poor to pay for a one-night stand with us—. Which was great actually.
I snapped to my deep thoughts to come back and join the other dancers. I was a totally bad dancer but I had a good curvy body which was a good point for me.
The owner of the night club raised his finger to my face and warned me "one more mistake and I will kick you out of that night club, Camilla. Got that?"
I sucked the air in my lungs and nodded my head "yes, sir."
He shook his head in disbelief and walked away—.
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After a couple of hours we were ready as always for our show, I wore my strapless golden tight dress that showed almost everything except my nipples and my pussy. Yes, it was glittering and transparent showing my ass and every fucking thing.
The dance started and we rocked, guest s whistles got louder and that s when a very elegant man stepped inside followed by too many guards—. And was obviously not our guards. My eyes moved with his steps. I was curious why a man wearing a very expensive suit could step inside a place like that. until I saw the owner of our nightclub bowing his head to him.
That s when that man raised a gun and shouted loudly "I will be fucking kill you! I warned you before paying the money or I will cut your throat." His words were stern and seriously all the music turned off. The lights turned on— and all of us and even the guests were glued.
I stepped closer a bit and wanted to see what was happening and what s wrong with that man. Or maybe I wanted to see his face.
The man pushed the trigger and grunted loudly "say goodbye to your life."
I don t know where I got that gut from when I yelled, turning the man's eyes and his full attention towards me on stage "I will pay his debt."
He lazily stuck his eyes on me and it was hard for both of us to see each other s eye color. He was far away from me. He boldly beckoned his finger "come over here."
I lowered my gaze to the floor and hesitantly walked closer and closer to him. I didn t raise my head until he pulled my chin up. And that was enough for me to raise the flag of surrendering to his eyes. To hand him my heart from the first look! What was he?! A devil in the shape of a Greek god!
He stared deeply at me and asked in the plain expression "is he your boyfriend?"
I shook my head and hardly formed a word "no, I work for him."
He nodded and stepped closer then leaned into my face sending shivers all over my body with his warm breathing. "So how do you intend to pay his debt?"
I shrugged feeling confused. I seriously didn t know how, so I just said, "I don t know. Anything!"
He chuckled in a mocking way "your body?"
I blinked dumbfounded and stepped backward "I will dance for you."
He widened his eyes in the thunderstruck and I could tell, that wasn't what he expected at all— "dance for me?" he raised his head up and spaced out as if he was thinking of my offer.
Then all of sudden he smirked devilishly "no."
I breathed heavily trying to think of something else or just run away from the trap I have placed myself in "then what do you want, Mr?!"
"you!" he said simply.
I dropped my jaw and he trailed off "your body!"
He stepped nearer and moved his hand shamelessly on my boobs to my pussy "I want you to be my slave!"
"what the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a slave! No!" I yelled in disbelief, disagreeing.
But when I turned my heels to run away, he grabbed my arms and said "you will work in my BDSM CLUB as a slave."
I slammed down my body to his feet and begged "no sir, please. I can t please—"
He frowned and said in a boring tone "stop nagging! Aren t you whore anyway? I will pay you a lot of money."
"I M NOT FUCKING WHORE! I'M A VIRGIN—" I announced an uproar and all the dancers and even the owner admitted in the same breath "yes she is."
And as if that was the turning point of my life and that encouraged him to insist on taking me with him—he snapped his fingers to his men and turned his head and his eyes away from me to "bring that girl."
