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Chapter 4
đAmaya’s point of viewđ
Six years ago.
“Amaya! You’re up!” A voice shouted from outside my door.
That sÂŁntence, I hated, I hated how I was next, doing the one thing I hated.
Dancing. No not even dancing, s£dûç!ng.
I was a pole dancer at one of the most famous clubs in Mexico.
I had always loved dancing, it was the one thing I loved, but now I had to tarnish my hobby into something dark and s£dûç!ng in order to earn money.
I loved ballet, but only those with money had the opportunity to further their career in ballet. And my parents weren’t rich, we lived in the poorest p@rt of Mexico.
We could ha-rd ly eat, how much more waste money on ballet. So I took my skills to one of the clubs downtown, tarnishing it to fill the lvst of men instead. One of the women had admired my skills and Introduced me to another club owner in one of the famous clubs.
Pandora. Owned by the famous drug Lord, Pedro Amador. He had more like this all over Mexico, here various buyers of cocaine, marijuana, Indian hemp and all other ha-rd met for business. Even
some of the Mexican mafias hung around here. Then rich business men, just here for the show and drinks.
During the day I worked as a waiter on one of the downtown restaurant. Then at evening I was the main attention for hungry lvstful men.
I stood up gently from the bench, looking at myself on the mirror. I was dressed in a black lingerie, with little stones. It was my most expensive possession. Then my legs were tucked in a black transparent socks that reached my knees.
My hair had been neatly packed upwards and my make up was applied perfectly. On my feet was a pair of black heels of five inches.
“Amaya! Get your as-s out now!” The owner of the club ban-ged on my door and I sighed before opening it to see him glaring at me.
“You start on 30 seconds. Make sure to put on a good show” He said before walking off.
I sighed and walked quietly to the stage, taking a de-ep breathe I opened the curtains and I was blinded with the bright lights.
Men were the main population in the big club, upstairs and downstairs, men filled everywhere with a few ladies and str!ppers surrounding them. Some had cigarettes between theirl-ips, some were
drinking and some were downing themselves in the sight of the str!ppers surrounding them.
At my presÂŁnce, the noise decrea-sed and the lights bec@mÂŁ dim, only focusing on me. All eyes turned to me and I took a de-ep breath before walking to the pole.
Then the music started.
My hands moved first, coming to my che-st, and roamed about my brÂŁ@st before going to my face.
Then my h!ps followed swaying slowly as I allowed the music get to me. My legs stepped forward and I put my che-st forward still tou-ching my brÂŁ@st and swaying my h!ps.
I turned, holding the pole and jumping on it, spre-ading my legs on it and holding it firmly before re-leasing my upper b©dy so my head was faced down and my legs spre-ad above me and my hands moving left to right before landing on my legs, then I drew my b©dy up before turning on the pole my legs down as I ru-bbe-d my b©dy against the pole.
The men watched, loosing themselves to my dance, every t©uçh and I could feel them shiver. I could almost hear their thought, wishing they could have me, begging for even a night.
Their eyes filled with lvst and ton-gues hanging out of this mouth, everything around then was forgotten as they drank and fell into the pit of my s£dûçt!vedancing.
Some walked forward, like zombies fishing money out of their pockets and dropping it at me feet.
And when one tried to t©uçh me I moved away, tormenting him even further, then I placed my f!ngersto his face and he shivered.
Feeling his skin against mine I brou-ght my brÂŁ@st forward to his che-st and as if automatically, he brou-ght out the remaining money in his pockets dropping them to the floor.
I smiled in victory before walking away slowly, giving him a view of my backside.
I danced more, moved more, t©uçhed more and in a few more minutes, more money was being placed at my feet, eyes lost to lvst. Bodies twitched, no one uttered a word but their mind was
alre-ady consumed by me.
Then the music st©pped. And I slowly retrieved to the back of the club. My feet hurt, as I breathed a sigh of relief. I peeped to see the men snapping out of their mind, the bouncers c@m£ to pick up
the money to the back. I made so much in one night.
Only a few more dance and I could further my ballet career. I just nee-ded to dance more. Dance ha-rder and more se-ductively.
I smiled going to change and heading to the boss room to get my money for the night.
I knocked and I heard a small come in. On stepping in, my heart st©pped at the sight of one of Mexico most Dangerous Drug Lords, and the real owner of the club.
His hair black as the midnight clouds, and swept gently across his face. Then eyes locked in mine were as blue as mid-day clouds, I knew him, everyone knew him. He was dangerous, he was a killer, he was arrogant, egoistic, and his aura screamed danger in every s-en-se.
Pedro Amador.
What was he doing here?
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I sh0t up from the be-d, that dream. It wasn’t even a dream but a memory of my past. The first time I have come across Pedro.
I sighed, and looked around. The room was dim, with only being illuminated by the small lamp on one of the dressing tables.
All the girls were fast asleep I glanced at the time and it re-ad past three. I couldn’t go back to sleep again. So I stood up and walked towards the window.
There was a beautiful garden just at the backyard. With a hvge tree at it’s centre, there were even chairs to relax. And I went out of the room, gently closing the door so as not to wake the girls.
Pas-sing throu-gh the kitchen, my feet ached lightly and I shivered at the cold. I glanced around hoping not to find any of the residents of the house, not seeing any I quic-kly opened the door and went outside.
The gush of wind slammed into me and I held myself closer, walking throu-gh the cold and to the backyard.
My feet was almost healed now, the painkillers had helped a lot and I was starting to feel better. I gently sat on one of the chairs looking at the dark above. The half Moon shining so bright without a
care in the world.
I let my mind wander to a lot of things. My parents and the friends I had left behind before I got married to Pedro. My mom was currently sick and Pedro paid for her hospital bills.
I missed them, my mom, dad and everyone else. But I had taken that step, marrying Pedro without looking back.
The cold pierced throu-gh my skin and I sighed, allowing myself to shiver.
Then I heard the music. Soft and slow. My ears perked up and I looked up for the direction of it, but found none.
That Music, it was one I had practiced with at home before all this started. I knew it.
And suddenly, un-der the moonlight and the gush of wind I suddenly felt the urge to dance. Not the s£dûç!ng one, no, I just wanted to allow b©dy move at the rhythm of it.
So I looked around, to see if anyone was looking, finding none, I stood up from the chair and allowed myself sucÂąv-mb to the music.
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It wasn’t until the small alarm in the room sounded before I woke up again from a dreamless sleep.
I gro-an ed, ru-bbing my eyes to see all the girls up and about in the room. Rushing to take their baths and getting re-ady for the day. So I stood up too, muttered a good morning to them which they answered cheerfully.
I glanced at the window and the memories of my last night dancing flashed in my head. After a series of dancing, I had gone back to be-d tiredly. My feet all better from exercising it.
“Has anyone seen my hair brush?” Elena asked, running her hand throu-gh her hair.
“Check the bathroom” Maria replied before running to her wardrobe and bringing out her uniform.
“quic-k Amaya, Rosa must not meet you still in your nightdress, else she gets angry”
I hurried to the bathroom, washing up and combing my hair. I was anxious at the same time scared. I didn’t really know how to clean a house because Pedro had forbidden me to do anything.
And while I was anxious to learn, I knew Rosa was going to be angry about that.
The door slammed open and the devil herself walked in, with a blue jeans and white shi-t, looking very angry.
As if on cue all the girls st©pped what they were doing, running to stand in front of her on a straight horizontal line. I followed too.
Rosa cut me a glare. “We have a new servant in our midst and i want you all to treat her no different”
“Yes ma’am” The answered.
“I’m sure they’ve told you your p@rt of the job?” She asked me.
“Yes ma’am” I replied, looking boldly at her.
She rose her hand immediately, striking me across the face, my head snapped to the right and I g@sped in shock.
“You would not look upon me like that. You’re a mere servant and nothing. You’re just a dust un-der my shoe. On no account must you look upon the eyes of anyone in this household. Is that clear?”
No words could amount to the shock I was in. How dare she sl@p me? And for what? I looked at her?
I didn’t utter a word, and I murmured a small yes ma’am, looking at the floor this time.
Even though she sl@pped me and made me work ha-rd , it couldn’t be compared to what Pedro had done to me.
“Good, now to your post everyone” The girls bowed a little before scurrying off the room. “Except you Amaya”
I stepped back, “Yes ma’am”
“You’ll start with my brother’s room. He’s probably out now. I want it properly arranged, I wanna see my teeth reflecting on the floor. On no account must you t©uçh his personal things. Remember
to never look up at anyone in the house” Rosa said before walking off not before stepping on my toes slightly.
I sighed, reining in my temper then went to ask one of the girls for the cleaning supplies, I took them and they directed me to Sebastian room.
I glanced around the house, the upstairs was even bigger than downstairs, glas-s paintings hung on the walls, little sculptures stood around. And the floor shone bright, reflecting the light from the
chandelier above.
The hallway had three doors to the left and I walked to the second, not thinking then opened it, slamming the door behind.
I dropped the cleaning supplies on the floor and looked around the room and my breath left my mouth as I took in the lavishness of it.
A hvge wardrobe by the right, then glas-s windows facing me, I could see the backyard from there.
Then a door to the left that probably led to the bathroom.
Then finishing it off was the king size be-d, it was ruffled as if someone had left it unarranged. It was hvge and appeared soft so what do I do?
Sebastian wasn’t around anyway, so I brou-ght out my childish instincts and ran to it before lifting myself and falling to the softness it it.
But Instead of feeling the cool and softness of the be-d I felt something ha-rd against my skin and the heat radiating off it.
I didn’t even bother to move, just la-id there, trying to get over the fact by convincing myself that I hadn’t just jumped on Sebastian Salvador.
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