Chapter 3 Hidden Career

Walking into the apartment, I go straight to the kitchen, more annoyed at myself than I was before.

"Daniella, is that you?"

Turning, I walk to Clyde's room. Opening the door, I smile at him.

"Yeah, I'm back. Sorry, didn't mean to be so loud and wake you." Maybe I slammed the door a little too hard?

"It's fine, you okay? You look on edge." He looks at me, smiling slightly.

I feel my head nodding before shaking. "I am fine, just annoyed with myself, really annoyed." Moving, I sit on his bed. He looks at me waiting, like he wants me to explain. "Look, it doesn't matter. If I tell you, I will be even more annoyed for telling you. I'm fine, though, honestly just annoyed at myself for acting so damn stupid as always."

Clyde looks at me, laughing. "Your no filter, act on impulse causes some right shit, Daniella, I am surprised you still have a job."

I roll my eyes slightly. "Hey, he was a dick. Yes, okay, maybe I should have been more discreet in calling him one, but he still is. I apologised. What more can I do?" We laugh slightly, the memory popping into my mind. Lewis, my supervisor, thinking he was untouchable, threatening to fire everyone for the most minor mistakes. I made the mistake of calling him a dick as he walked away, only to find myself grovelling afterwards to save my job. I love working at the club, but I couldn't do it every night, even if I would make five times the money I make in accounting.

It would raise questions - no job yet I had more money than Clyde? Yeah, that would certainly raise questions.

"So, you not going to explain what happened tonight?"

I glance at him, shaking my head at his question.

"Let's just say, I booked a one-to-one, sort of training thing and didn't think it through fully before going. It turned out to be a shitty thing anyway." I shrug my shoulders. "Can I ask you something? Open mind though Clyde, and don't laugh?" Maybe he knows?

"I can try, but we all know I laugh at things that I shouldn't." I nod to him, he is like me, but he just laughs at things he shouldn't.

"Have you ever heard of a woman orgasming on demand without actually being touched?" I watch as he laughs. My eyes roll slightly; that is a no. "Okay, well, that is my answer, thanks."

"Sorry, I mean, really? Daniella, if that was possible, women at work would be doing it constantly to pass the boredom. Anyone who tries selling you that shit just wants money or to fuck you." He looks at me. Maybe he is right?

"About earlier, the whole sex thing, I am sorry. I was ignorant and cruel. I was just annoyed, and I meant it when I said it wasn't you." It isn't him. It is me that is the issue. It is me who can never seem to orgasm. "I'm going to get to bed, work tomorrow." Walking out, I go to my room and get changed, my body falling onto the bed.

I feel myself drifting asleep, my dreams changing to him, his eyes, something about them drew me in. So much that now he plagues my dreams.

Waking up, I glance around me. Tonight I work at the club, I would love to work there more, but I would be too tired for my regular job if I did. I also know it will once again raise a thousand questions from Clyde and my family. Getting ready, I head for work. Walking in, Clyde waves me over.

"Behave today. He is in a foul mood Daniella, so if you screw up, you will be out of a job." Nodding, I walk away. Great. So now I have to try and remember to think before I speak. Walking through, I sit down, the day passing by quickly. Every time I see Lewis coming close, I bolt and make an excuse.

The toilet, drink, forgot my pen, forgot the paper. Any excuse just to avoid him, so I don't call him a dick again. Grabbing my bag, I walk out. Clyde stood waiting. "Plan tonight, Daniella?" Great, this again.

"I'm busy, you know I go dance class on a Thursday night." Okay, a lie, but the last thing I want is for anyone to find out I strip.

"I know that. I meant after. What do you do after? Surely dance class isn't until nearly midnight?"

And there it is, I have to think of a new excuse, granted it took him months to realise I leave at seven and don't get back till after twelve.

"Seven till nine is more discussion, explaining what the issues are and everything. Nine till eleven we practice dance, then from eleven till twelve we have a little drink while discussing everything. So yes, I am at dance class until twelve. We're close. We like to relax and take our time, not rush." He looks at me like I am crazy.

"To be honest, it is more of a joke thing than real dancing. We just have a laugh, drink and mess around, which is why it takes so long." I smile at him. I don't want him to know. I don't want anyone knowing and it getting back to my family.

"Okay, see you when you get home then."

I watch as he walks away.