Not ten minutes later I’m tapping another of the dancer’s on the shoulder offering to trade her all the money I make during the next song, which is scheduled to be Ariana Grande, a young tiny thing like me, in exchange for her doing a favor for me.
“Everyone knows those girly pop songs suck to dance to and for tips too. Trade me for two Mötley Crüe songs and Ginuwine’s song ‘Pony’, and you’re on Tiny.”
“Deal,” I say and we walk into the club together as I adjust my mask making sure it’s covering as much of my face as possible. “See that guy over there?”
“He’s hot.”
“Yeah, and he’s mine,” I breathe fire in her direction. “Tell him his free lap dance is waiting and it’s time to cash it in in the champagne room.”
“I might just give it to him myself.”
“You do and I’ll shank you, bitch,” I blurt out.
“Fuck off,” she says, flipping her hair at me but moving in the direction I want. I guess you can learn something from everybody in this world, even if their name was chosen as my favorite spice to insert inside a gooey iced roll.
I hide behind a pillar, knowing damn well I’m not going to shake my stuff on stage. I’m here to give one lap dance and that’s it. Well, that’s not it, but the only other thing that’s going down tonight is me…on Giovanni, who’s currently got his wallet off to the side of him so my dad can’t see. And he’s staring right at it. I grin wolfishly, knowing he must have found the picture I planted there when he took a shower upon first arriving at our house.
My heart pounds and my pulse races as I realize I’ll never be allowed back in my house if my dad finds out about this stunt I’m pulling. Then again, dad’s a pushover, not that I want to test him.
The only man I want to test is the one here, who’s resolve I’m about to break…and as the holder of the hymen, I want him to break. Tonight.
My dad’s piss drunk, waving at strippers and tossing singles, making a complete fool of himself. Gio on the other hand looks stone-cold sober and not even the slightest bit happy to be here. His eyes haven't’ looked up once and it takes my new bff a full three minutes to convince him to leave his seat as she drags him toward the back room, making me wonder how much money in tips those Mötley Crüe songs really bring in…not that I plan on sticking around long enough to find out.
There’s something else that’s sticky that’s on my mind, and hopefully soon to be inside of me. Gio isn’t readily giving in, but he also doesn’t want to make a scene in front of other guys here who might recognize him later in public. I, on the other hand, am ready to give in. Give him everything as he slides inside me.
And I’ll be damned if that’s not happening tonight, or at the latest before I head off to college.
I duck down and race my way toward the champagne room, luckily finding it unused. I lower the lights and check my mask, just before I hear, “He’s all yours,” as Gio stands in front of me.
“This really isn’t necessary. I’m not interested in anyone other than—“
“Oh yes, it is,” I say, as the door shuts behind him, but wish I’d waited another second before cutting him off, knowing he was about to say my name.
But I’m not interested in hearing my name right now. I’m much more interested in Daddy calling me something else.
Something Italian.
Something no one has ever called me before.
Showtime.
5 Giovanni
I tap my foot audibly, making it clear I don’t want to be here.
“What? A little thing like you going to try and hold me hostage in this backroom?” I question.
If the lights weren’t as low as they are and she was shorter, I’d damn near mistake this girl for Gabriella. But no way in hell she grew four inches since lunch, nor would her dad ever allow her to work in a place like this. Nor would her Daddy.
Not only that, but I’d never mistake my angel for another woman, despite how similar this practically too young to be in here girl with the nurse’s outfit and the mask looks.
I wiggle the handle but the damn thing is locked.
“Look, I’m sure you’re a nice young lady and I don’t mean any offense, but I’m not interested. There’s only one girl for me in this world and one girl only.”
Nothing, she doesn’t move. Now I’m really getting annoyed.
“And this was my friend’s idea anyway.”
“That’s what they all say…Daddy” she counters.
My head spins taking my gaze from the door handle to the girl as she slowly pulls down the mask.
“Gabriella! What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I…I…,” but she can’t get the rest out.
“I just came here today, because of you.”
“Bull crap. You just said ‘that’s what they all say’, so you’ve clearly been working here for a while. If your dad finds out,” I grit my teeth. “Hell, that doesn’t even matter. I know and I’m pissed.”
I grab her arm and yank her toward the door. “Let’s go. I’m taking you out of here.”
But when I turn back and see she’s trying to dig in her incredibly high heels, thus explaining the sudden growth spurt, I catch a look at her face and she looks down at my hand, grinning from ear to ear. “I like it when you’re angry…when you’re
