Chapter 5 Five

I started moving my legs frantically to the sides, "stop!" I continued screaming.

"You be quiet!" He snapped before kissing my chest again, his pants now free from it's buckle. He started forcing his thighs between my legs. I was starting to lose my breath, starting to lose my voice as his hand dug into my wrist painfully.

Just then, the door bursted open and I heard Donovan's voice scream my name.

"Get off her!" He yelled, walking over to put a punch on the man's face. He falls off me to the side of the bed before Donovan walked to me, trying to pull me up.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked.

I nodded, trying to stand away from the bed and gather my torn dress to cover my exposed chest. The man tries to stand up and make a run for it but Donovan gives him another punch and he falls back.

"What the hell did you think you're doing?!" Donovan screams at him, hand up against his throat on the bed. "Get a fucking dance and leave, wasn't that the deal?! Huh?!"

"Am sorry....."he tries to speak through his tightened throat.

"I could get you arrested for harassment and attempted rape, you know that?!"

"I'm sorry...I..... heard that she was.......a virgin...that's why I.....asked for a ......room"his voice barely came out as he was being strangled by Donovan's strong hand. But the instant he said that, I stood there dumbfounded.

"What? What did you say?" Donovan questioned, pressing harder on his neck till he started struggling to breathe and break free.

"Donovan," I tried to stop him from chocking him unconscious, or worse to death. Killing him wasn't a solution to this problem, if anything, it's only gonna cause more trouble than we couldn't handle.

"Who the hell told you, huh?! Who?!" Donovan pressed "who the fuck told you she's a virgin?!"

"Don, stop!" I screamed, getting pissed as the second passed. Every second I spent looking at that horrible man's face angered me. There's no asking him anything, it's clear who told him.

Donovan slowly let go of his neck and climbed off him. Matching to me, he grabs my wrist and drags me out of the room. A couple of girls stood watching along the narrow hall outside the room. I wiggled my wrist out of his grip and hurried away towards the nearest restroom. I caught sight of Blaire and some other girls seated at the bar. If I didn't notice that look of satisfaction on her face then I'd be damned. I hope she's happy now.

Sean tried to stop me as I tried to get into the restroom, Donovan still on my tail, calling after me.

I pushed past Sean and hurried inside, hearing Donovan's voice as he said to Sean, "alright Sean, who the hell told that douche Kelsey's a virgin? Who?!"

"Don't ask me man, I don't know okay? The guy just came in and asked for kelsey and a room"

"You gave them a room?! Sean, you know very well the policies guarding this club and our girls!"

"Come on man, I didn't know your girl was a virgin. Giving rooms to two is normal around here too"

"Shut the hell up, Sean!"

"Alright man," I heard Sean's quiet voice, then his light footsteps which slowly faded away afterwards.

I looked completely different from the kelsey who had walked into this club earlier today as I watched my reflection on the mirror. My make up was smeared all over the wrong places, my hair scattered on my head. I washed my face with the running water, before I heard Donovan's voice from outside "Kelsey? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay" I replied loudly so he'd hear through the door, hoping he won't hear the anger and pain in my voice. The last thing I wanted was him getting worried over me again.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh ....sure"

I heard the door click open but I don't turn around to see him. I tried to pull my dress together to cover my exposed chest. Good thing I was wearing a bra.

"Kelsey, are you hurt?" He asked, stopping behind me.

"Yes," I looked over my shoulder to him " I'm fine. Thanks for coming when you did"

"You're sure he didn't hurt you?"

I nodded, facing forward again. "I'd like to get something to wear now" I told him, hinting him to leave so I could find my way into the changing room.

"Oh, I can give you my shirt" he offered.

"No, don't worry. My shirt's in the changing room. I just need to get there"

"You won't be walking there half naked, are you?" Here" he pulls off his black tee-shirt and points it to me.

Looking at his reflection on the mirror, I gave him an appreciative smile before taking it from him "thanks"

He turns his back to me, giving me privacy. I quickly changed into the shirt. It was long enough to reach my lower thighs and so I didn't have to worry about getting pants too.

I turned around now. "I'm done" I announced and he turned to face me, his chest bare now.

"Are you okay?" He asked again.

"Yes. Can I go home?"

"Definitely" he replied.

Giving him one last smile, I walked out. After getting into a cab, I texted Abby, telling her what happened and to meet me at the motel whenever she could.

I couldn't quite understand why Blaire would do something as drastic as this. Setting me up with a man! How ridiculous could she get? I couldn't stop thinking about what would've happened to me if Don hadn't intervened on time. And as I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the motel, I wondered how much longer I was gonna be here, how much longer I needed to continue working as a stripper.

Sometimes I wished I could just quit but I owed too much to Donovan and he always keeps pulling me back. He's the leash holding me here. Staying is at least a way of showing him of my appreciation.

Sometimes I questioned my sanity. I didn't belong in that club but it was the only work around here that paid so well. I'd first came into the club as a bartender. I didn't know anybody then, not even Abby. Then when my dad's sickness surfaced, I had to quit school and meet Sean to take me as a stripper.

My first night with a man had been the scariest scenario of my life. I'd frozen at the door of the club's bedroom when the man tried to pull me in, all drunk. I remember looking like I'd seen a ghost. Then Donovan happened to walk by.

"Aren't you the new girl?" He'd asked "are you okay?"

I shook my head negatively and he told the man to let go of me and stay away. Then he took me to the bar and sat me down.

"You must be scared cause this is all new to you," he'd said "new to the club,new to the music, to the men and even to me. From your bio, you've never been at such a crowded place before" I'd looked down without a reply "is there something I should know?"

I'd looked back at him and asked him if I could go home. He had approved and I'd left immediately. As I walked along the club's sidewalk, a car drove up to a stop beside me. He was in that car and he'd asked me to get in so he'd drive me home.

'roads at these hours are dangerous' he'd told me before driving us away. He'd walked me up to my apartment door where I finally found the courage to tell him that I was a virgin and didn't know if I could handle my job just yet. I didn't know where the courage came from but I felt like I could trust him Even though he was a stranger and I didn't even know his name yet.

He had told me I didn't have to worry and to just do my job. After then, he made sure the men understood the difference between strippers and prostitutes. And he pretty much helped me get away from men who wanted taking me home for the night. Of course all that went well because the owner of the club, a woman called francesca was never around. But still, I owed so much to Donovan.

The following day, I did a great job in avoiding Blaire. While Abby thought it's best to confront her about it, I simply saw it useless to do so. A part of me wanted so badly to confront her about last night but I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I'm just gonna let it go like I always do. It always works for me. Besides, going out with Abby that morning had shaken things up a bit and I didn't wanna have to worry about anything else.

I woke up the next morning feeling drained. Today was an off day for me and I looked forward to just staying home and doing nothing. I dragged my feet out of the bathroom, my toothbrush stuck inside my mouth as i walked back into the bedroom to pick up my ringing phone.

I knew without looking that it was Abby who was calling. She's the only one who ever calls me anyway. That is asides from my apartment landlord of course.

Abby was the one calling as I'd suspected. I picked up "hey Abby"

I started walking back into the bathroom to continue my ritual teeth brushing. I stood before my vicinity mirror, watching my hair which was held in a messy bon at the center of my head.

"Wake up, kelsey! I need you to go get ready in thirty!" She screams into the phone.

"First off, I'm up and secondly....what's the occasion?" I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth into the sink.

"Francesca wants us to meet her at her house!"

My eyes grew wide like saucers. I spit out the rest of the liquid in my mouth before speaking "at her house? Why? Think we're getting a promotion?"

I heard her loud scuff before she replied " promotion? To what? Porn acting? Promotion my fat ars"

"Um....your ass isn't fat"

"I don't mean that ass, I mean the other one, with an 'r'"

"I think they're the same thing, Abs"

"Alright, jeez! I'm hanging up now. I'll pick you up soon. Be ready okay?! After leaving francesca's, I'm meeting with Stephen. We have a date"

"A date?" How...."

"I'll tell you in the car. Bye!"

I sighed after hearing the disconnection beeps before turning on the tap to wash my mouth.