True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 91

-Come on, Dad! Calm down…

-Stand aside Adrien… -This is with your brother.

-Do whatever the hell you want, father. He walks past the man. -Come on, Adrien. Order the brown-haired man.

-Jean Pierre… -Jean Pierre! shouts his father from the office.

The brown-haired man leaves the office followed by his brother.

-What happened in there?

-The same as always. He’s annoying me with his threats.

-Ahs! The old man will learn when.

The boys arrive at the car park and both get into Jean’s car… he jumps in and starts it abruptly.

-Where are we going? Adrien asks after a while.

-To drink! He answers deadly serious.

(…)

Zoé, carrying a glass tray in her hand, walked among the tables carrying drink orders. It wasn’t long before she was about to perform on the stage. Maya was just doing her show.

She was serving a table full of guys with gold rings on their fingers… she wondered, don’t they love their wives? What the hell were they doing in that place? Suddenly she felt the hand of one of them reach under her skirt. He grabbed her buttock, which turned her on.

She reluctantly pulled away from him, her contract didn’t say she had to let the customers touch her… although the girls told her to let them, as they left good tips. But Maya and she hadn’t been able to let them touch them.

-Don’t ever lay a finger on me again, sir. She says to him with contempt.

-What’s wrong with you? You’re a cheap f*****g prostitute.

They all laugh in mockery after the guy’s comment, to which she had to hold back the urge to mount the tray on his head. Her boss was always spying on them. She finished packing up to get the hell out of there.

She got to the bar just as the crowd was clapping and cheering for Maya’s number. That meant it was her turn. Behind the stage he noticed the pink-haired girl, she was the choreographer. She motioned for her to go and change.

She left the tray and ran over there… in seconds she was changing her clothes, that night it was her turn to wear white lingerie. As if everyone suspected that she was a virgin, for God’s sake! She had it engraved on people’s minds, and if they found out, she was going to look ugly in that bar.

(…)

Jean drove like crazy looking for a place to drink and try to drain all the rage he was carrying inside. His father really knew how to get on his nerves.

-Hey, look! That’s a new place… his brother points out a bar he hadn’t really seen before.

-I haven’t seen it before. He replies, stopping the car.

-Shall we go in?

-Of course we are! That’s what we came for.

They immediately got out and didn’t have to stand in the long queue to get in. For the Dubois were known throughout France.

When they entered, they were not very surprised, for these boys frequented hundreds of bars and nightclubs. Suddenly the lights went out, and only a pink light illuminated the stage where there was a metal tube in the middle.

Jean blinked repeatedly as soon as he saw a girl dressed to the nines emerge from behind the red curtain. She was wearing a mask of the same colour. The girl began to dance around the stage with an elegance, experience and at the same time… what was that, innocence? perhaps? He thought. Impossible! That voice in his head answered him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching her glide over him with those movements could drive a man crazy. Jean admired the curves of her body, just the way he liked it. Her flat belly was exquisite, there was not a scar on her body.

Her hair was as dark as the night itself, she wore it down to her waist. He stared at her in bewilderment, and for a moment he thought she was staring at him. Jean noticed her lips, they were painted a soft pink. She looked angelic, then rebuked those thoughts.

A saintly prostitute? he thought to himself. He folded his arms as he kept his eyes on her like the rest of the men, she looked very famous (and he couldn’t doubt it). At that he noticed her touching his body, which made him hard on the spot…. F**k! he exclaimed to himself.

A few minutes later the young woman finished her sensual and erotic dance. But he still couldn’t take his eyes off her.

-Give Kira a round of applause… for her sensual dance!

-Wow, that’s a hottie! -She’s a hottie! Says her brother smiling. I’ll order her!

-He puts a hand on his chest. That stripper is mine! Jean sentences, observing how she leaves the stage.

-As you wish! He smiles. – Let’s order something to drink.

Her brother directed her steps to a table, but Jean had other plans. He retraced his steps to the stage. He still had the stripper in his field of vision and he wasn’t going to let her slip away.

She caught up with her just as she was about to leave, Jean grabbed her arm to stop her.

Zoé felt hands on her and turned sharply, glaring at the person who was holding her back.

-What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let go of me!

-I want to buy you all tonight, so don’t get busy with anyone beautiful.

The girl just opens her eyes like plates when she heard the words of that arrogant guy. I thought she was a prostitute. The girl frowns in disgust.

-Take your hands off me. She warns him in a stern tone.

-What? Jean frowns.

-Is something wrong? The boss’s voice rings out in the middle of the staring battle between Jean and Zoé.

-I want to buy this woman for the whole night, how much is it? He asks without taking his eyes off Zoé.

-I don’t sell myself. She answers arrogantly.

The boss looks reproachfully at Zoé, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to let herself be humiliated by this man. If she had to put him in his place, she would.

-Excuse me Mr. Dubois… it’s just that, some girls are not for rent. The man replies.

-What are you talking about? -This is a bloody whorehouse.

-It’s a nightclub, the girls are strippers… -only if they want to, they sleep with the customers.

-That’s bullshit! She answers that time looking at the man next to her.