Chapter 4 Hidden Identity

Turning, I walk to the club; walking straight to the changing rooms, I sit down.

"Daniella."

Turning, I look at Elaine.

"I know, I am late, Elaine, sorry. I will be ready on time though." I will be. I just need to be quick.

"Okay, well, the first dance is normal. Second dance audience, I will ensure suitable men are sitting in the red chairs. You will be able to see them during your first dance." I simply nod to her as I get ready. I am used to audience dances. We dance, and striptease, audience dances we walk through the audience and stop at specific chairs and dance slightly close to the guys sitting on them.

Walking out, I pass Chelsea. She smiles at me slightly. "The guy in the chair one is hot. Elaine just sat him there as my dance finished." She smiles more as I walk towards the stage. Standing, I wait, the music starting as I walk out. I begin dancing, my hips moving slowly as my hands remove my clothes. Glancing around, I look at the chairs.

I like to know who I am dancing with before I go to them. That way, if I get a bad feeling, I can ask that he be moved. My eyes keep scanning the room as I dance, stopping at chair one. My body jolts to a halt slightly before I continue dancing. Why him? I hear the music end and walk off the stage. Wrapping the robe around myself, I look for Elaine. Knocking on her door, I walk in, seeing the room empty.

Great, so now I have to walk around the damn club. Pulling the robe tighter, I walk out, my eyes glancing at the guys as they sit talking and drinking. Waiting for me, which means there is a good chance Elaine will murder me.

"What the hell are you doing, Daniella?"

Turning, I look at her. "Chair one, he needs changing." She glances at me shocked. I watch as her head shakes.

"Too late. What is the issue with him?"

"He's a pig, that is why." She looks at me shocked.

"Daniella, he requested you."

I stare at her in disbelief, my head shaking. No, guys never know the women enough to request them.

"He is still a pig. I met him last night. Why would he request me, and since when did guys request dancers?" I look at her, irritated.

"Daniella, he isn't a pig. It is Marcelo Ellison. The owner, and he sits here most nights, ensuring the women are safe. We just don't tell workers who he is, as many workers here are here purely for the money." I stare at her, I feel my head shake. I have never seen him here before.

"I have not seen him here before." She has to be wrong.

"Daniella, private rooms remember?" She points to the glass, okay, yes, so there are private rooms that we can't see into, but the men can see out. Those rooms are for those who don't want their secrets known, but still.

"So you're telling me this place is his? And what, he just sits in one of those rooms and watches us dance? Why me?" Why has he come out of hiding for me?

"Ask him after, as I said, Daniella. Most women who work here have no idea he owns it; hence he stays hidden. Him being here most nights will likely raise questions. Some of the women would go for him purely to gain money. Whatever you did last night made an impression."

I laugh at her words.

"He is a sexist pig, pretending to help women when no doubt he fucks them all at some point." I don't want to dance now.

"Daniella, a lot of the dancers here have used his service, that service. None have seen him even topless. Actually, I don't think anyone has ever seen him with a woman. I would say he is closer to being gay than a sexist pig. Not once have I seen him with a woman, even at business meals and parties? He is always alone." I glance towards the chair. Is he gay? Surely if he owns this place, he would have been seen with a woman by now?

"Please just dance. Customers are getting annoyed with waiting Daniella; if you don't want to, I will find someone else to fill your slots for tonight."

I feel my head nod. "Fine, but only because you have said you never see him with a woman. Otherwise, my statement still stands he is a sexist pig." She grabs my arm as I turn to leave.

"Why? What did he do or show you that tells you he is a sexist pig Daniella, or is that just your mind not accepting what he said? I should have never accepted you into the group."

I stare at her, that was her? "You accepted me?" She is in the group?

"We will get back to that, but honestly, what did he do to make you think that? Or is it simply you're too closed-minded to believe what he said and instead came up with a story he was using that as a way to gain sex?" Hell, I don't know, he didn't do anything that was sexual towards me, nothing. She can tell just by looking at my face that he did nothing, and I know he didn't.

"Exactly. Go dance, I will wait backstage, and we will talk after about why I accepted you into that group."

Nodding, I walk backstage, getting dressed.