The revenge of Ivan Ivanovich

" Kara! Wake the hell up! It is not even noon yet!"

A loud knock sounded on her desk and in no time the young woman was sitting up straight trying to work out what was happening to her. When she finally noticed her boss's angry face, the young woman swore inwardly...

" This is becoming more and more common, Kara. It just can't be. "

" Sorry, boss. I... I... very little sleep last night."

" Why didn't you?"

" Well, I... I... I... well... I... " The young woman stammered, obviously wanting to avoid answering his question.

" I am not paying you to sleep, Miss Kaya Reyes. Tomorrow I am retiring and with every day that passes you make me want to leave with you!"

" I am sorry, sir. It will not happen again."

" Oh no, my dear. I am sure it will not. My successor is not as forgiving as I am so if...you want to keep your job, Stay awake! Is that clear?"

" Yes, sir..."

" Copy that, Mrs. Kara."

Kara lowered her gaze and endured another angry look from her old boss before he left the room... When she raised her head, she saw the curious eyes of a few other employees on her... She could not help feeling ashamed. It was the third time in a week that he had caught her sleeping...

She sighed and fixed a rebellious lock of hair before going back to her work with a yawn. That is what happened to a woman who decided to have two jobs, one during the day and the other at night.

It was not always like this. It used to be the good life. Her parents were rich thanks to table games. However, her father, a great gambler, ended up betting his entire fortune on a card game that he lost on the first move... Following this incident, Kara's mother filed for divorce and left, never to return, and her father, even more eager to make his fortune back, racked up a ton of debts before dying of an overdose, leaving Kara an inheritance of a sick old cat and multiple casino debts...

She managed to find a job as a secretary in a small company, but... It was not enough to pay the rent and repay her father's debts. So she had to take a job in a strip club that paid well enough to make ends meet and make her life easier.

She did not like the job, and what she hated most was that most of the club's customers were rich businessmen who indulged in the most horrific things they could do to women. Fortunately, she was spared. She was nicknamed the 'Barbie Stripper'. Not just because she was always in pink, but also because her striptease was a combination of ballet, ballet and gymnastics. All in a sexual mix. She was so popular with men that her sessions cost three times as much as those of other strippers, and what is more, she did not need to undress... The only problem was the men's perverse stares at her...

She glanced up at the clock at the very top of the room and realised that she only had half an hour left before the end of the day... Just as well, she was terribly hungry.

When the clock struck 4pm, the young woman was the first to leave the office. She was exhausted and could not wait to get her hands on the famous burger at the fast food restaurant across the street...

***

"Same menu?"

"Yes, Angie Same menu."

Kara grinned at the waitress before she disappeared behind the counter. A few minutes later, she was served her meal... As she finished her soda, her phone vibrated in her pocket...

A new message...

She pulled out her phone and saw that the message was from her boss. Her boss at the club. She opened it and read it:

**I know today is not your working day but we have got a very important new client and only you can fulfil his wishes... Tell me if you are in?

PS: He paid twice the price.

Kara couldn't help but sigh. The trouble with these men who pay much more than the money is that they think they are masters and will try to break the limits and the executioner who is there to look after you will not say anything as he's also been paid to play the blind man... Another message rang out as the young woman was lost in thought...

** You have to agree to this private dance and don't worry, it will not be like last time...**

Last time? The last time a customer literally jumped out at her in disappointment, she screamed and called for help but no one came, so she had to...take care of him, herself... From that day on, she always took a sharp object with her to defend herself if anything went wrong...

At least the rich kid's karate lessons that her father forced her to take were of some use to her.

Another message rang out...

** You have to accept... I could quadrupled the price if you like... You never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I need you to turn him into a VIP customer. **

She sighed. Was she going to accept? She do not know. She do not know. If she do this dance tonight, she probably would not be on her feet when the new boss arrived tomorrow... And if she do not , she will miss out on a chance to win almost $1000 for a 30-minute session at most... She sighed and finished her soda before leaving the fast food restaurant and heading home...

In her letterbox, the bill for the week was already there. It was absurd, but she had the impression that she was paying much more than she should... She has not had electricity for a fortnight and yet she is being asked to pay... $100...

" 100$? No, that is impossible. "she said to herself.

She dropped off her things before leaving her flat and going downstairs to the owner's floor...

She knocked suddenly on the door in indignation and waited about ten seconds before the door opened on the old woman who managed the building...

" 100$? For the lighting? Mrs. Harrison, this is a mistake."

"It's not a mistake. My son is an accountant and he manages these things."

"Well... Your son is ripping us off. I have not had electricity for a fortnight."

"Ah... well? It is probably your appliances that are spoiled."

"Mrs. Harrison, last week I paid you $20 when I hardly had any electricity and you know it but now... you are asking me to pay $100?"

"Yes, you used $100 worth of electricity so you have to pay it tomorrow at the latest."

"No, I am not paying anything. "

"Then get out of my building, we will see who agrees to rent you such a nice flat at such a low price? You young people are so ungrateful these days..."

"Oh, no Mrs Harrison, do not start..."

"Get out of my front door, go away. Shoo..."

As she said these last words, she closed her door without the young woman having time to say another word. She took two steps backwards, even more indignant but powerless... She would have liked to go to the police and talk about everything she was going through here but... it was impossible. Mrs Harrisson's son has great connections in the police and every time, it's the one who complains who ends up being chased away. And she... she could not afford to lose her flat. The price was nothing compared to the others...

Once back in her flat, the young woman turned on the light switch. After a little sizzle, the bulb finally came on.

"That filthy magpie, she is probably turned the power on now. she said.

..

She grabbed the list of bills and glanced at it. 300 in bills in total. A sum she wouldn't have until the end of the month. She sighed and looked at her phone. It was in situations like this that she cursed her father with all her might...

She picked up her phone and reread the messages before activating the keypad...

** I will do it... 2 000 $. Tell me what to do**.

After some thought, she finally sent the message and put the phone back down. However, the voicemail rang...

He had answered...

** I will let you improvise, I trust you. 2,000 $. whatever you want. The driver will pick you up in 3 hours...**

The most important thing for Kara at an erotic dance, contrary to what everyone might think, was hardly the costume or the heels but...it was the facial expression and the eye contact.

At first it was difficult for her but...now she loved it.

Watching them get excited in front of her when they could hardly touch her and could only fantasise about her... Knowing that she was the one calling the shots was rather satisfying for her...

And she never missed an opportunity to enjoy herself.

And tonight... It would be no different. She was going to have fun...

Thinking this, she smiled and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She thought she was beautiful, even more beautiful than before... Her face was hairless, thin, with no angular contours. It exuded a gentle expression, with bright, open eyes and well-placed eyebrows. Her smile was enveloping, with full, sensual lips that were well plumped...

She was blonde... And it was said that blonde women emitted more pheromones than others... This slight detail made her even prouder of herself...

She smiled and couldn't help turning round to take a better look at herself in the mirror... With her round breasts and generous curves, she could well consider herself perfect...

" Right... enough chit-chat, Kara. It's time for you to prepare what you were going to prepare for this important client. "

...

There were only fifteen minutes or so left before the driver came to pick her up and she was already ready. She wore a beautiful pink 5-piece consisting of an extra mini skirt, a thong, a fairly transparent top, stockings and a pink coat for the road. She wore stiletto heels and a long neon pink wig with lots of jewellery... Her make-up was light but very glittery. She felt... almost perfect...

She did a pirouette as she tried to make her famous flirtatious look... That eye contact that was the key to a successful exotic dance session... Satisfied with her look and everything else, Kara could finally feel ready to start her evening.

...

The journey was made in complete silence. In any case, she had nothing to say to the driver. She'd rather enjoy the silence quietly before the music, the alcohol and the money disturb the evening...

When the car pulled up in front of the Chicago Central Hotel, the young woman was amazed. This client was really loaded...

Only a rich person could afford even to buy a bottle of water in this hotel, or to stay there or rent a room.

The door opened and she accepted the driver's hand... She took a deep breath and smiled...

"Miss Barbie..."

"Yes, Olivier."

"This is what Mr Dante asked me to give you."

Kara saw him hand her an envelope and a card... She frowned and tilted her head in surprise... She took one look at the card and recognised that it must be the guest's room access card. She opened the envelope and when she saw the bundles of cash, she held her breath.

It was strange...

Very strange...

It was the very first time that Dante, her boss at the strip-club, had paid her well in advance of the session...

"There's $3,000 in the envelope. $2,000 as you requested and $1,000 for...collateral damage." The driver recalled.

Collateral damage? She remained pensive for a moment, completely lost, then finally nodded, resigned. Dante was a miserly man, so she was lucky that he paid her so well. She should really take advantage of it... She could use the money to treat herself this weekend.

"Good, Olivier. Will you wait for me here?

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you.

"Good, I'll be back in half an hour."

She gave him a smile and turned back towards the hotel... Tonight would be child's play for her, as usual...

***

"Mr. Ivanovich... Mrs Reyes is here. "

"Good, Hailey. Thanks for the heads up. I think it's time for me to give a warm welcome to...my old friend..."

***

Kara entered the lift and after marking the floor, she picked up her phone and began searching her playlist for suitable music for tonight. She couldn't wait to finish this session before going home to bed...

As the lift closed, a hand slipped through the small slot and the lift opened, letting someone else in. Kara stepped forward to make room for him and looked up only furtively to see his black suit...

He stood next to her and instantly his scent titillated her nostrils...

The smell of strawberries... She was allergic to them. She took a step to the side and the lift closed...

As the lift began to move, Kara felt her heart racing... She put her hand on her chest...

"What's happening to me? "she whispered.

Once she had spoken her words, she felt the man's gaze on her...

A heavy gaze...

An unbearable look...

She swallowed and instinctively looked up at him.

Which she regretted.

He was a man. A handsome man with refined features, cruelly handsome but... with a hard, frightening look in his eyes. The young woman's blood ran cold.

And she was afraid. He looked like a... murderer... a psychopath. It was wrong to think that, but he was spine-chilling and worse... They were alone in the lift. Kara took her eyes off him, swallowed and discreetly opened her bag to get hold of her little knife, ready to defend herself if he tried to do anything.

And yet... He was a man, with an imposing build, and it was certain that he would kill her in less than two seconds and even her karate lessons wouldn't help her if he ever tried anything.

No... She had to get out of this lift... She looked up at the operating buttons and found it hard to locate the stop button in her panic. When she finally saw it, she raised her hand but a loud ringing startled her. She felt the man move close to her before seeing him take the ringing phone from his pocket out of the corner of her eye...

It didn't take long for his voice to be heard through the little device that Kara already found too small...

A deep voice... hoarse... warm but... full of malice and anger. He spoke in a language the young woman didn't understand...

She pressed the famous button with a trembling hand, but instead of stopping, the lift began to shake. Her phone slipped out of her hand, as did her small bag.

"Oh, my God! cried the young woman.

Frightened and shaken, Kara leaned against something so as not to fall.

"Right, I'll call you back..."

Kara turned back to the man who had just spoken... She had completely forgotten him with the jolt of the lift... She swallowed and saw him staring...

Her wrist... which the young woman was holding desperately.

She let go of it suddenly, horrified and surprised, before hastily gathering up her things...

"I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm... Sorry." she stammered.

But the man gave her a nasty look. Kara swallowed for the umpteenth time. It was at times like this that she wished she had powers... She would give anything right now to disappear... She felt her hands getting clammy and her lips getting dry despite her lipgloss.

You could see it a mile away...

She was transfixed by him...

She began to pray in her heart... She's never been religious, but at this moment, she felt obliged to be...

Just as she was beginning to lose hope, the lift made a little noise and the door opened.

She couldn't believe it was a miracle, but without hesitation the young woman rushed out of the lift and breathed a sigh of relief. She began to walk briskly, wondering if the man was behind her... She heard the lift close so, reluctantly, she turned to see the man still in the lift, watching her. As the gap narrowed, the young woman saw a small chuckle form at the corners of his lips.

He had just smiled.

But it wasn't a beautiful, contagious smile. It was more of a sadistic, chilling smile...

Kara shuddered, feeling liberated at last... She hoped she'd never run into him again. In any case...

"There was more fear than harm..."

Kara was trembling... She felt anxious. She had a bad feeling and it was very scary...

She fiddled nervously with her phone, wondering if it would not be wiser to ask Dante to postpone the dance until the following day...

"This is absurd, Kara, pull yourself together... "she scolded herself inwardly.

She started walking again and when she saw a door with the number *186* on it, she realised that the lift had probably dropped her off on the wrong floor. She sighed and started walking, counting the rooms until she came to room *198*. Her client's room was on the top floor. She got to the lift and was about to take it, but turned back and took the stairs. She didn't want to see him again...

...

She soon reached room *202*... Her heart raced, especially when she noticed that the door was already open. She swallowed and the face of the man in the lift came back into her mind... She looked at the time on her phone screen and finally pushed open the door, telling herself that fear and anxiety are not feelings that the customer would like to see on his face and that they are simply relics of what she had just experienced in the lift...

It was a suite... A very big, beautiful suite... Kara could not help her mouth from watering. It was surely a suite she couldn't afford even if she spent her life saving.

- Good evening...

Kara gasped and turned towards the woman who seemed to come out of nowhere as she did not hear the door open.

- I suppose you are the stripper my boss called in. she said, looking at her from head to toe with a touch of disdain.

Used to this kind of reaction, Kara simply nodded towards the almost skinny redhead standing in front of her...

- Well, I am his assistant. He will be here shortly. Everything will take place here in the lounge and you can leave your things in this room....

She pointed to a white door. Kara shook her head positively, a sign that she had understood.

- Have you chosen the titles for your strip?

- Yes, I have.

- Give them to me.

Kara showed the assistant the titles and she nodded before finishing...

- Well, I will leave you to it then.

When the door closed behind the assistant, Kara moved a little closer to the living room. It was small enough for perfect privacy...

She spotted a dance pole in the middle of the room. It was really perfect... She was going to have so much fun. She approached the pole and took off her dressing gown before doing a *Pike*, a fairly easy trick to test the solidity of the bar. She then tried a *Basic spin* before stepping off the bar...

She collected her things and went into the room the assistant had shown her. As she checked her make up, she could not decide whether her client was old or young...

Most of her clients were old, posh and disgusting... And from the looks of this customer's suite, he certainly didn't stand out from the crowd. Let is just hope that, like her last customer, he doesn't jerk off while she is dancing... It is embarrassing to have to show them that you like what he is doing when deep down you are disgusted by it. They have got a tiny penis too... Kara laughed just thinking about it, but she was soon interrupted by noises coming from the other side of the door...

It was probably her client...

Kara swallowed. It was stressful really... She had talent, that is why Dante had sent her here but... she had stage fright every time she got ready to dance in front of someone, she was afraid of making a false step, but she was also afraid of running into someone who recognised her...

She closed her eyes and tried to calm the frantic beating of her heart before taking a deep breath. She put in blue contact lenses to hide her beautiful green eyes and as she closed her mobile, the door opened suddenly...

- Are you ready?

Kara turned with a start towards the person who had just entered without authorisation...

It was the assistant.

She should at least have knocked...

- You should have knocked, did you know that?

- You're ready then... Your client is here. The titles are already laid out. Come out after me and he will activate the music once you're on the platform.

- OK, good. OK, then.

Kara could not help but rant before leaving the room. The living room was bright, let is say... The white lights had been replaced by coloured lights. Like those in discos and clubs. She felt herself being watched, so she turned her head and saw her client...

He was wearing a hat and he was not as fat as she thought. However, the young woman could not help but shudder as she looked at him.

His presence in the room was imposing... and it was not because he was the client not far away. It was probably because he gave off a... dangerous aura. She swallowed in spite of herself and climbed onto the platform...

She put her hand on the bar and closed her eyes, waiting for the man to activate the music... Was she ready? No... She was not. The cracking sound she suddenly felt was not her usual one...

She suddenly felt like covering herself up. She had already danced more than a hundred times in a state of undress. Tonight, however, she had the impression that she was completely naked... Tonight it was embarrassing. She did not even want to try and guess how this stranger was looking at her. It was surely invasive and penetrating... She should think about stopping in the near future...

...

The music started and Kara took a deep breath...

*I see red*

It was not the one she wanted to start with but... It was the client's choice...

Here we go, Kara. You can do it...

She raised her free hand and, as at the beginning of her performances, she untied her hair, let is say her wig, sensuously, letting the curls run down her back... Then she turned her head to one side and smiled as her fingers traced the perfect shape of her curves on her skin.

She did a half-turn of the bar and stopped in front of him just in front of the bar to start caressing herself. The head movements, the swaying, the seduction tactics, the eye contact, nothing was left to chance...

He remained motionless and...even though the young woman could not see his face, she had the impression she was facing a robot or an artificial intelligence... Was he an artificial intelligence...

**Your blood should run cold... so cold... **

The music continued in the silenced room. Kara continued to move to the music. She used the bar and began a series of spin variations...

It wasn't long before she felt the music moving through her insides and soon the man became invisible to her. She continued with figures, some more difficult than others...

**I see red... red, oh red...

A gun to your head, head, to your head...**

The music was lively and Kara let herself go... She performed a series of beginner and intermediate figures, trying to maintain a visual connection with her client... He did not even flinch. Kara wondered if he was even breathing. In any case, it did not matter to her. She felt such a vibration between herself and that platform... It was... sensually exciting. And it was the first time she'd ever felt... so good and relaxed, as if she wanted to become one with that bar. As if... she had to dance to infinity.

She smiled, twirled, caressed herself as if her life depended on it and soon the music would end so... She did a *chopper + outside leg + flatline* before slowly coming down from the bar...

She took advantage of the final guitar solo in the song to caress herself one last time, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath...

Only on a platform did she feel so free...

The music stopped and Kara stopped dancing...

There was a brief silence before the light suddenly came on...

"You are beautiful..."

The voice that had just spoken made the young woman's blood run cold. She suddenly opened her eyes and...

saw him...

Her heart raced and her breathing became jerky... She staggered and had to hold on to the bar to keep from falling.

"I am sure I am not the first to tell you this, but... I just wanted to say it. You move beautifully, *Barbie Stripper*, do not you?"

How did he know her... Stage name? The young woman swallowed, horrified, struggling to believe what she was seeing. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her see-through top.

"I paid... I paid... for a stripper. I want to see you dance while you... undress. You are making me jealous of that pole. I am yours... I am yours and you drive me crazy. Why will not you let me be your... bar? "

The young woman did not understand a thing. She was so dazed that she even wondered if what she was hearing was true. The words were so scathing...

"This outfit suits you but I want to discover the mysteries that are hidden underneath... I want to see you naked... "

It was him...

The stranger in the lift...

It was really him...

His words, as delicious as they were, hit her like a bomb. It was bad enough that she could not even stomach the fact that her client was... him, now he was asking her to dance naked... That was not her job. She was an erotic dancer, not a stripper...

No, she could not do it...

"I think it is time to get down to business..."

His tone was gentle and yet his gaze hadn't changed. She opened her mouth to refuse but his gaze stopped her. She had little choice...

She was certainly afraid of him, but he was her client.

And... We could not refuse a client...

A client who pays well as him....