Chapter 2 Strip yourself naked

GEMMA

"Gemma, the boss wants to see you," Manager Stacy said.

A puzzled expression wiped across my face. "Why?"

A huge man came in behind her.

"I see you're changed already and about to go home but you can't do that now. The boss wants to see you" Manager Stacy said.

"We've been in this shit longer than you and the boss has never called any of us privately to dance for him. You just danced for the first time tonight and suddenly he wants you dancing for him privately. You've sucked your way to the top" Aria said with disdain in her voice.

"I didn't do anything," I retorted.

"You'll have to wait outside, let's get her dressed up" Manager Stacy said to the huge man.

He left the room. Manager Stacy went over to where Luna was and fetched a dress. She handed me a nude exposing dress which I wore and shoved me onto a chair. She asked Luna to make me up. In fifteen minutes, Luna did her magic and I looked beautiful, sexier and older.

"Don't feel special, the boss just likes your pretty face, nothing else" Elena said and Aria laughed.

The both of them walked out of the dressing room.

"Don't listen to them. This is another chance to make more money tonight, just do your best. The boss is filthy rich" Luna said and I subconsciously nodded.

I felt so anxious on meeting the boss. I've heard stories on how cold and ruthless he's. I just hope I won't mess up my performance.

"She's ready, Luca" Manager Stacy called out and opened the door to the dressing room.

The huge man stepped in again, squinted eyes roving around until he met my terrified eyes.

"Good, follow me" he said nonchalantly. The order was loud and clear. My heart began palpitating, wanting to break out of its rib cages and my hands become sweaty. I picked up my bag containing the money I made tonight. I wouldn't want anyone tampering with my money.

Luna gave me a reassuring smile as I stepped out of the room with him. She's my only real friend in this club.

The man led me down a hallway and stopped in front of a room.

"Go in," he instructed.

I pushed open the door and went in after knocking slightly. I closed the door after I went in. The interior was breathtaking and was extremely furnished.

Right there, seated on a black coloured sofa was a tall frame of a man whose one hand was strapped around the waist of a red haired lady who held a cigarette, puffing the smoke out of her parted lips.

My breathing got caught in my throat the moment our eyes locked. He was the same man that stared at me on the stage. Seeing him now at a closer range, I had a better view of his face. He had the body of a Greek god.

I didn't expect the boss to be so young and very handsome. I could see his muscles from the expensive suit he wore. His black, silky hair was let to fall free, its locks dangling dangerously over his shoulders.

His jawline was sharp and his cheekbones were pointed. His lips were full and pink and those cold ocean eyes stared intently at me, making me feel very vulnerable.

"Leave us" he ordered the red haired girl who kept on puffing smoke in the air. His tone was dark and commanding.

Her face morphed into a frown and she glared at me but she didn't dare to object to his orders. She stood up and with inaudible grumbles, walked out of the room.

He kept on staring at me intently after she left and I looked down nervously.

"I heard you're Gemma" his deep baritone voice boomed in the room after a moment of tortured silence.

"Y..yes sir" I stuttered.

"You did so well tonight. You have a great body too and you're pretty" he complimented. I looked away as I didn't know what to say.

Was I supposed to say thank you in this situation?

"What....what do you want from me Sir?" I asked, summoning up courage.

"Strip yourself naked" he ordered.

"What?" I was alarmed at what he just said.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that" I replied with a shaky voice.

"No one has ever said no to me and right now, you're going to do anything I say. Now, strip yourself" he barked and I jumped up in fear. My whole body trembled with fear. I dropped my bag on a couch beside me.

I hurriedly stripped myself naked as it took every restraint in me not to cry.

I was stark naked in front of him. From where he sat, his eyes fed hungrily on my body. He made no move to touch me though.

I felt humiliated, disgusted, embarrassed as his eyes roamed over my body. He nodded his head with a satisfactory smile on his face.

"Good, now come here," he said, asking me to come closer. I clumsily walked over to him.

"Sit on my laps" he commanded and I stood there in awe.

Wasn't asking me to go naked enough for him?

"Now! Grind me!" He barked and I shamelessly did as I was told. A tear dropped down my cheek.

I closed my eyes and began moving my ass, waist and hips on his aroused and bulging manhood. With every move I took, he moaned deeply. He didn't touch me, his hands were kept behind the sofa.

"Harder" he groaned and I added more effort to what I was doing. I moved my ass up and down his manhood and he kept groaning loudly. I felt embarrassed with what I was doing. I felt like a slut.

Just then, his phone rang. He didn't pick it up. The phone rang again the second and third time. It seems like the person who was calling needed something urgently.

"What is it?" He barked into the phone when he finally answered the call.

Whatever the person told him on the other end of the phone must have been so serious as he pushed me forcefully away from him and stood up almost immediately. He walked out of the room hurriedly, not minding his obvious arousal, leaving only me in there.

I took the opportunity to escape and hurriedly dress up. I ran out of the room, down the hallway and out of the club. It was then I remembered I wasn't with my bag of money, the money I've worked shamelessly for tonight.

I'm never letting this money slip off my hands like that. I turned and ran back to the room I just came out from.