His To Claim

Carla 

I’m so glad it’s the last day of the month, and not just that, tomorrow is the new year. I’ll finally kiss goodbye to the toughest year of my life. 

I hope and pray that everything changes in the coming year. Soon, I’ll be twenty-two and getting closer to realizing my dreams.

“Seven” 

I hear someone call out to me in the distance, but I have no plans to respond. Without a doubt, I know it’s Eleven. She has hated me since the first day I stepped through the doors of Velvet Steam. 

She doesn’t stop to remind me she hates my guts, but she has always been the least of my worries. I wonder what she wants now.

I don’t blame her, though. After all, it’s not every day that a Harvard-trained lawyer loses her licence and gets banned from ever operating as a lawyer in any court of jurisdiction on planet Earth. 

Thinking about this brings up bitter memories I don’t wish to remember. However, my mind won’t listen. 

Standing on the balcony of the ladies’ dressing room, I look into the distance, pondering on my new life. I feel the chilly night wind seep into my bones, but I stay put. I need the peace to clear my head. My skimpy clothes do nothing to shield me from the cold, anyway.

At a glance, anyone can tell that I’m as good as naked- save for the short excuse of a dress that covers only from my breasts to my pussy. Every other part of my body is visible.

As a pole dancer in Velvet Steam, I’m one of the most desired, but I never lose myself or allow the lecherous males to get under my pants.

I am only a dancer here, unlike some others like Eleven. After dancing every night, they offer themselves to the highest bidder and never stop bragging about the loads of money they make.

I guess Eleven hates me because I’m only a dancer but still very popular among the patrons.

Velvet Steam is the most organised, secured, and prestigious strip club in the country. Many rich patrons frequent here. Even politicians are not scarce and they will pay anything to have the star girl for themselves. 

It’s enough that I’m a stripper, but I will not go lower than this. I still long to find my prince charming and settle down someday after all.

Everyone thinks they’ve seen the last of me, but I will bounce back. Fleeing to the only country that isn’t bound by silly international laws is my plan. A country where money rules and the rich can buy everything, including the police. 

My law certificate will be meaningless there, but my younger brother will finally stand a chance to get a cure for the strange ailment that no doctor can diagnose in this country. 

“Seven!” the bitch shouts at a higher pitch, jolting me from my thoughts. She’s finally standing behind me, and I can’t ignore her further.

“You know what? Keep mute for all I care. I’ll just tell the boss you bailed on everyone.” 

The mention of the boss puts my senses on high alert. The man is as scary as the reaper. His connections and influence scared me since the first day I got this job. 

He is the only person who doesn’t give a fuck about my stepmother’s influence. That’s the only reason I even have a job here. 

The disappearance of a Velvet Steam stripper makes me walk on ice around here. She disappeared because she refused to sleep with a client after being paid to spend the night with him. Rumour has it that someone discovered her dismembered body in a gutter downtown. 

Since that day, I have taken my time to read the rule book back to back. I don’t have the luxury to offend such an entity. 

“Tsk! So, you still fear something, after all.” Eleven taunts as she sees me looking as pale as a ghost, rushing after her in my high heels. 

I will never piss the boss off - not even if I have a death wish. But what does he want with me?

As I reach the conference room, I feel my nose assaulted by various perfumes, both cheap and pricey. I remain at the entrance, hoping to hide myself. 

Guess the heavens have a unique plan for tonight because as soon as I try to blend in, I hear my code name…

“Seven…” 

Oh, my freaking goodness! The… The boss? Is he angry because I’m late? 

I don’t know how I did it, but I’m already in front of the crowd of strippers, trying hard to avert the boss’ gaze.