The CEO who saved me

Time and life have not been generous with me at all, a typical story with a broken family, a nice-looking woman who needed a way to live.

I had been working in the nightclub since I was twenty years old, which meant that I no longer had any choice, but I did. I could have spent the rest of my life killing myself working in a tiny office in the city, but I wanted to live for real, I wanted to be able to afford the expensive things I'd always wanted, I wanted to have the pleasure of living life for real.

After a while you get tired, seeing all these men, most of them married and with a different life to the one they had here, spending all their wages, taking food out of their children's mouths just to spend time with you. After so long in this business you get tired, you start to feel disgusted, you despise these men.

I was now twenty-five, still working in the same nightclub as always, seeing the same men every day, but one of them caught my eye in a different way. His name was Anthony, he came here for the first time six months ago, after that he became a regular here, he always asked for me, he used to chat me up, but then he started paying for normal work, he was generous with his pay and always left extravagant tips. I remember well the day I saw him for the first time.

It was a busy night and he arrived accompanied by three friends, Anthony seemed a little out of place, he didn't seem to be in the habit of visiting nightclubs, after all, he was a handsome man with impeccable posture and an athletic build, his hair was black and had an impeccable social cut, he didn't seem like the kind of person who pays for sex casually, but he was still there.

My "coworkers" approached him quickly as expected, he didn't want to talk to any of them, one of his friends came to talk to me, he seemed extremely drunk, it was then that he noticed my presence. He approached his friend and said that he should get some rest or drink some water, his friend wasn't happy but went along with what Anthony said.

"I'm sorry about my friend. He can be inconvenient when he wants to be."

"It's okay, I'm used to problem customers."

"Well, my name is Anthony."

"You can call me Violett."

"That's not your real name, is it?"

"Nobody here uses their real name. It's the basics of our job."

"You seem to have been at it for a long time."

"A little over four years."

"And why do you do it?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"I'm just curious. You're a young and beautiful woman, you seem too intelligent for this place. When a woman like you ends up in a place like this, it arouses a certain curiosity in people."

"That's the first time I've heard that."

"That you're beautiful or intelligent?"

"Don't be silly, I wouldn't work with this if I wasn't beautiful, I also consider myself an intelligent woman. I've never heard that it brings any curiosity."

"And why is that?"

"Talking isn't really what people do here."

"Look, I don't usually go to these places, I don't want you to see me like most of your clients, who I believe are totally pathetic. But if you want, I'd like to pay for an hour of your time just to talk. That way my friends can finish what they came to do without me getting involved."

"Sure, follow me."

That evening I took him to the private room, just as he said we just ate and talked, for an hour, he told me how interested he was in my hair, my eyes and my smile, this was very strange for me, I've never had a client who paid just for a chat and complimented me so much. When he left I thought he would never come back, but the same week he was back, looking for Violett.

This went on for another six months, he came every week at least twice. We started having sex in the third month of his visits, it started as something quiet, he paid for an hour, then he started paying for more time, doing more things, being more intense. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, he was a good sexual partner, but at the end of the day work was work.

In the sixth month he paid for normal work, one night he asked me to stay with him for three hours, I was happy to, the night was tiring and the other clients were drunk and unpleasant. While Anthony was getting dressed, he started talking.

"Violett?"

"Yes?"

"Aren't you thinking of leaving your job?"

"Why the sudden question?"

"I was just thinking that you're too good for this place, don't you have anything else you want to do?"

"I'm not thinking of quitting this job while I'm still pretty and young, I don't want to have to live my life at someone else's expense or be a trophy wife, I just want to live my life. Even though this job sometimes disgusts me, it still pays more than normal jobs."

"Do you disgust me?"

"Why would I?"

"I think because I pay you, you'd never tell me the truth."

"You've been coming here for six months now, even if I was very good at disguising it, if I felt disgusted with you I would have realized it one way or another."

"So you don't dislike me."

"No. I don't really understand why you come here. A handsome, polite and cordial man paying for sex is something that doesn't enter my head at all."

"I have my reasons."

He sat down on one of the chairs and asked me to come over to him, I sat on his lap while he ran his hand all over my body, it was something he always did after work, he liked to touch my hair, to feel the softness of my skin. At first I was embarrassed by it, but after a while, it somehow became something welcoming for me.

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.

Minutes passed, then became hours and I still couldn't sleep, all I could think about was the kiss Anthony had given me, the way his voice sounded as he said those nonsensical things to me, it was all a big whirlwind of thoughts in my mind, but all I could think was that this man was the idiot who had screwed me over.

I couldn't sleep, the clock was 4 a.m., so I decided to go outside for a bit and get some fresh air. I put on a warm coat and walked slowly down the stairs of my apartment, this all sucked and I didn't know how to deal with it, the first thing I had to think of now was a nightclub where I should work, I admit there weren't many nightclubs as good as the one I was in, most were run by ridiculous pimps who charged abusive percentages and still wanted to take advantage of the product. Jhon was the owner of the nightclub where I used to work, an openly gay man who wanted nothing more than money and peace.

Outside I looked at the street, there was no one, I looked at the sky and saw that it was totally clear with no clouds, just stars and the moon shining brightly, it was a nice night. When I looked at the street again I saw a man approaching I thought that a man walking down the street at this time of night could only be looking for trouble and I decided to go inside before I even started walking towards the door I heard the man calling for Violett, I recognized Anthony's voice in the darkness and turned back to him still scared.

"Anthony?"

"Yes, it's me."

"What the hell are you doing here at this time of night?"

"Well, I already knew where you lived, after I got kicked out I thought I'd wait for you here but when you arrived you came in so quickly that I thought I'd wait until you left in the morning so we could talk."

"You already knew where I lived? Were you following me?"

"I'll admit that I was, but I don't want you to think I'm some kind of weirdo or something."

"How can I not think of you like that?"

"In my defense, I wasn't the one following you. I paid people to do it."

"That doesn't help at all. Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I'm just a broken-hearted man."

"What?"

"I'm heartbroken because the woman I love doesn't want me."

Crazy. Anthony could only be described as a completely mad man, I didn't know what he wanted with this, but just knowing that he had paid people to follow me made me terribly scared. He was certainly a man with a lot of money and no mental health.

"Leave now."

"Please, just listen to what I have to say. That's all I'm asking."

"I can't work in the nightclub anymore because of you, do you realize how difficult it is for me to find a good nightclub? That alone would give me the right to never look at your face again."

"Please."

The pleading look on his face resembled that of a sad child, it was strange, but I had to admit that it was something that moved me.

"Make it short."

"I want you to come with me, it won't be anything weird like a kidnapping or a human trafficking system. I'm the CEO of a successful company, I can take care of you, give you the life you've always dreamed of, all you have to do is be mine."

"You really expect me to believe that? And what's the big deal about me being yours?"

"I'm Anthony Desmunt, you can look me up if you like, I can come back tomorrow to get your answer, but please, I ask you to think about this with care. Don't think of me as just another client, but as a man who is begging you to reciprocate his feelings."

I wanted him to leave right now, but if I kicked him out I wouldn't have any peace for the rest of the night.

"All right, come back tomorrow afternoon. Now please come home."

"Just one more thing."

He moved closer to me and kissed me again, his hands on my waist holding it tightly, the warmth of his body, the softness and taste of his lips, it was something I would never admit, but I was becoming dangerously addicted to it. This man was strange, crazy, inconsequential and out of control, but there was something about him that kept me hooked.

After our kiss ended he left, I watched him walk down the street and get into a luxury black car, I hadn't even noticed that damn car there until now, I felt naive for that. I went into my house quickly and wanted to sleep, but if I hadn't been able to before, I couldn't now after meeting that man.

I remembered what he had told me, I looked up his name and was shocked by what came up, there was a photo with a description of his company, an international multi-millionaire. How did a man like that end up in a nightclub like the one I worked in? On top of that, he could have any woman he wanted, he was coming all the way to a suburb in the city center just to meet me.

This was madness, it was nothing but madness, it didn't make any sense and I couldn't understand how I ended up in the middle of this situation. I lay on my bed, I couldn't believe what was happening, even after seeing it with my own eyes and I wouldn't even consider the idea of going with him to an unknown place, even if I had nothing left to lose, I still had my life, it was totally against my principles to accept a man controlling my life for money. I really had to think about it, about the possibility of it happening, about the possibility of me being crazy enough to accept it.