Chapter 2 Problems.

Once there was an incident, after so many visits he started acting strangely towards me, I kind of felt that there was always something very wrong with him whenever we met. It started with a few random outbursts of anger, almost unnoticeable to most people, then after a while he started breaking things around the bar and in the private suite, when I was busy with other clients he refused to be served by any other woman, even going so far as to pay double for me to give up serving any other client who had arrived before him.

I didn't see anything wrong with it, after all I was there for the pay and the double was very inviting, but the management didn't like this kind of behavior, it could drive away new customers and cause anger in the older ones. I found out after a while that Anthony had a habit of calling management and making a reservation for the time he would visit me. This had annoyed me more than enough, I had to confront him, I was wasting too much of my time dealing with this nonsense.

One evening he came as usual, I took him to the private room as usual, before we started I asked to talk to him.

"What do you need to talk about?"

"I need you to understand mine and your position here."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to understand that I'm a prostitute, you're a regular client of mine and nothing more. You can't get in the way of my work, make reservations or demand that I be available for you whenever you come here."

"I usually pay for you to be free."

"That's not the problem. I'm afraid you're confusing things."

"I'm not confusing anything. If you want me to treat you like a whore, just say so."

I never thought his words would be so harsh, he was angry that I had to make it clear, but throwing it at me didn't seem fair at all.

"I see. I think it's best if I don't see you from now on. I can pass on a competent coworker to you who meets your preferences."

"What are you saying?"

"That I won't be seeing you anymore, it'll be better to avoid things getting worse for both of us."

Before he could say anything else I left him alone in the private room, I thought things would end there, but it was only after he stopped showing up that I was able to calm down again.

Weeks after our conversation I was on a normal evening, if it hadn't been for my problem client the evening would have been quiet, but the man I was seeing was a gentleman in his fifties, he was a fat, balding man, he smelled of whisky with cheap beer, he had stopped for an hour and a half. I was taking him to the private room, I was going to start serving him, it wasn't exactly what I wanted, after all, these types of clients were the ones that disgusted me the most, I wanted to hit him, do everything I could to keep him away from me, but at the end of the day it was my job.

I heard a strange movement in the salon, I decided to ignore it and just do my job, until I heard the door open brutally, there was Anthony, his face full of fury, he seemed to be as drunk as my client, he grabbed the old man and dragged him out quickly, the man didn't even have any reaction except to scream for help.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" -I shouted as loudly as I could to get his attention.

He dumped the man outside the private room in the corridor, the man got up with difficulty and ran out as fast as he could, Anthony entered the room and locked the door.

"Did you really do that? Are you trying to get me into trouble or something?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you, after what you've done, if I end up getting expelled I'll never want to look you in the face!"

He approached me quickly, his hands held mine against the wall, his mouth found mine, I had never kissed him before, it was a rule of mine, but his kiss tasted like expensive wine and cigarettes, it was as intense as fire, I followed the current of this kiss without even realizing it. when our kiss stopped I was panting, but I could move and I had never felt anything like this before.

"Listen carefully Violett, I want you to be mine, I want your body to be mine alone, I don't want anyone else to touch you, ever."

"You've got to be crazy."

"I want you to come with me, if you let me, you'll never have to come back to this place again, you'll never have to worry about money or a problem customer. All I have to do is just be mine."

Before I could even shout at him, the drummer's security guards entered the room, the door was kicked in and Anthony was dragged out with great violence. I was trying to pull myself together when the manager appeared.

"What the hell, Violett, this isn't the first customer of yours who's caused trouble around here. I don't want to have to deal with you anymore! As soon as your shift is over, empty your locker and don't come back!"

I couldn't argue with him, I didn't really want to. I knew Anthony was trouble as soon as I saw him, but I still tried to argue. I was just going to do what I said, I'll never look at his face again, I had enough problems because of him.

At the end of my shift I picked up my things and went home, walking slowly to my small apartment in the center, it wasn't much, but I had worked hard enough to make it mine. I walked through the door and straight into my bedroom, threw myself on the bed and tried to sleep.