3.Arrogance

I walked up the stairs feeling like she was so much bigger than what she really was, but really it was just my nervousness screaming, so muffled inside me.

As soon as I entered the room, that man consumed my entire body with his gaze. He told me to turn around, and I did, and he sure as hell did it to look at the size of my ass.

He came closer to me, and pressed his nose to my neck, and it brought a butterflies in my stomach that I'd never felt before.

His presence, his body so close to mine, was causing real confusion in my mind, it was as if my body was in complete expectation of his touch, and it happened soon after, when he ran his hands down my legs. and took off my dress, making my whole body burn, and my labored breathing gave him the impression that I was nervous, and he asked me if I had ever been in the presence of a man, and even called me a girl.

The fact that he only sees me as a girl made me uncomfortable, because I was a woman, and I've been in the presence of many men as powerful as he is, but the time I took thinking about how much this question irritated me, was enough to he asked if the cat had eaten my tongue and told me to turn around again, facing him.

I looked down, avoiding eye contact, as I had mixed feelings, and I didn't want to make it even more difficult than it already was, but he took my chin, and made our eyes meet, and I felt the same intensity again minutes ago when he first looked at me.

He pressed his body against mine, and I felt how hard he was, and it made me lose my balance, causing me to almost fall off the huge heel I was wearing.

It was notorious how much that man could destabilize me, but I realized that his arrogance made me regain control over myself, because if there was one thing I didn't submit to, it was the arrogance of a man.

Seeing me lose my balance from the jump, he questioned my professionalism, and that was enough for me to back off and not want to answer him anymore, he even asked my name, and that should have been the first thing he asked me, but no, he had been making one mistake after another from the moment I walked through the door.

I was angry, and at the same time ashamed.

Anger at hearing so much idiocy in such a short amount of time, and shame at losing balance with him.

I said I wasn't feeling comfortable with him and told him to choose someone else to serve him, he walked away from me, I took my dress and turned my back to him, but he didn't take it very well and pulled my arm, and asked me if I thought he had time to waste, and once again referred to me as "Girl".

I was struggling not to give a rude answer, but I had a reputation to uphold within the cabaret, and that could ruin my good relationship with the other patrons, so I tried to be as polite as possible and said it was just because That's why I was withdrawing, so I wouldn't waste any more time, and that he could find a girl more qualified than me.

He let go of me and I finally withdrew, feeling my legs wobbly, my breathing heavy, and the overwhelming desire to leave and hope never to see him again in my life.

I don't know how I managed to get down the stairs, but I managed to get to the living room and get my things.

Brenda: What happened? Why did you come back so fast? asked one of the girls.

- The guy is too arrogant for my taste. Brenda: It was in your face, but did he hurt you or something?

- No, but I don't want to see him ever again.

Brenda: Aren't you going to answer today?

- No, I'm leaving.

I took everything that belonged to me and left the room, taking care to exit through the back to avoid unnecessary questions from Faby.

The cabaret takes 20% of all my profit, and on the way out, Faby is forced to ask how much each customer spent on the girls, but there are always some guys who give the girls a price and lie saying they paid less so we can earn more and the cabaret doesn't eat our money, these are the best.

As we pay to work on the cabaret's premises, we are the ones who decide if we are going to serve someone or not. I've never turned down a client in my life, I like money, I'm ambitious, but that ambition doesn't go beyond the rule I've set for myself, to be treated with respect. In the view of many people, there's nothing respectful to work using the pussy, but when I talk about respect, I mean the fact that clients recognize my work, and know that I do it right.

That man might be full of money, but the moment he questioned my professionalism, he lost his chance to get into my pussy, even though my inner body was craving it.

I know my attitude really was that of someone inexperienced, I don't know what made me get that way, it was a mixture of his look, his touch, his thick and intimidating voice, not to mention the beauty he had, that he was like no other man I'd ever been with.

He had a unique and remarkable presence.

I had never been home before 5:00 am, the house was totally silent, and the slightest noise could reveal that I was out of the house, not that at 5:00 am the house was not silent either, but the sleep of the my parents is always heavier at 05:00 than in the early hours of the morning.

I tiptoed over, and quickly entered my room, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. I took a shower, and at every moment that man's gaze crossed my mind.

- How can someone be so arrogant and at the same time so absurdly beautiful and sexy? I told myself.

I really didn't want to see him anymore, but my mind would hardly let me forget about him.

I lay in bed, and fell asleep, and at 05:30 I woke up to follow my everyday routine.

- Soon I'll be leaving this house, so I can wake up whenever I want and do with my life what I want, I thought before getting out of bed.

I loved my parents and I was always grateful for everything, but I hated waking up early to make breakfast, but I was sure that my days were numbered, although I knew that to leave the house, I would have to reveal where I got it. money for it.