Chapter 4

GEORGIA POV

I decided to go check out who was there but not without a weapon. I looked around my room for something I could use as a weapon, I sighted a flower vase my mum gave me on my 18th birthday, and I took it as my weapon. I headed downstairs, scared as hell. I heard a noise from the kitchen, and headed there. I said I spinet prayer, before jumping out of my hiding spot.

“Fuck Georgia what the hell you scared me.” My mum screamed, as she almost fell down due to the way I approached her. 

 Relief washed over me as I saw my mum. I dropped my flower vase in the counter, and released the breath I didn’t know I was holding. 

“ I’m so sorry mum, I thought you were a thief or something. I was sleeping but I heard this loud noise.” I explained to my mum hoping she’ll understand. 

“ Pfft. Don’t sneak up on me like that. Go back to sleep or whatever you were doing. I feel like naking dinner for the family so you’re off the hook. Now leave before I change my mind.”

I didn’t need anyone to tell me to leave before I dashed out of the kitchen with my vase, and headed for my room. By the timw I got to my room, I locked the door and went to my bed to sit down. 

“Fuck Georgia you’re so stupid. Why wouldn’t you think about your mum or even Richard. “ I exclaimed and shouted at myself. I took my phone to check the time, and saw it was already 7pm. 

“Fuck I’ll be late. Uughh why is all this bullshit happening.” I wailed. 

I sprinted to my wardrobe, and took out a baggy shirt and sweatpants, then kept my lingerie and heels in my bag before I headed out for work. 

“Mum I’m already leaving, I’ll be home early.” I shouted from the door.

“Be home just in time for curfew. Don’t let what happened yesterday happen again.” I froze at her words. She heard my notice yesterday and didn’t bother to stop her husband from abusing me. I wasn’t surprised anyways. She always acts oblivious to everything that’s happening. Hopefully my dream of finally leaving this house would come true. I left for the bus station, and got on the bus heading to my work place. It didn’t take up to 10 minutes for me to get to the club. 

The club was already getting crowded. People lined up at the entrance, waiting to get checked. I made my way through the workers door, and headed into the club. 

“Finally the queen has arrived.” 

I looked up to see my best friend Damien being sarcastic as ever.

“I know you missed me, no need to deny it.” I replied to his sarcasm, while leaning for a hug.

“Jules was about to lose his shit. The club is already getting filled up but you were nowhere to be found.” 

“Shuttup and allow me to dress up before Jules actually loses his shit.” I flipped my hair, and laughed before heading for the dressing room. I brought out my white lace style lingerie set, and my platform heels. I quickly got dressed, and headed to the makeup room to get my make up and hair ready. While I was getting ready, I got a text from Dante.

“Baby I’m going to a party by 8:30. Should I come pick you up ?” My heart skipped at his message. I didn’t like turning Dante down, and I didn’t want to leave and endanger my life. What if Maxwell decides to show up at the club and he doesn’t see me. Just the thought of it made me shudder.

“I’m sorry baby, but I won’t be able to make it. My dad’s around and you know how he can be.” I felt so bad turning him down.

He replied immediately.

“Babe, I told the guys you’ll be around, and now you want to bail out on me? That’s just messed up mehnn. What would I tell my friends?” I knew he was pissed. 

“You know I'd love to come baby but I can’t risk being noticed by my dad. The man literally has a no sneaking out rule and besides you’re just telling me now. How would I get dressed up before 8 and still plan my sneak out.”

“Ooh so now you’re blaming me? Never mind babe I’ll just go with the guys.”  I didn’t bother replying to his message again. I know how Dante could be. I’ll just check up on him after work. 

After about 45 minutes of sitting and scrolling through TikTok, my make-up artist and hairdresser were finally done. I looked at the mirror, and loved my seductive look. As much as I never liked this work, I loved everyone here. At least I was never treated harshly or rudely. I thanked them and headed backstage, just in time for my performance. 

“Georgia, your mask.” Damien ran towards me, and I realized I wasn’t wearing my mask.

“ ughh what would I do without you.” I collected the mask from him, and hugged him before heading on stage. 

At this club, I was known as SIN. I chose this name back then, due to the fact that I kept on thinking I was committing a sin by being a stripper. But now I’ve come to realize that I don’t have a choice. It’s a Sin yeah but I’ll rather live with this sin than allow that filthy man abuse me.

I walked sexily over to the pole, making sure my hips swayed side to side. I flipped my hair to the side, as I placed my hand on the pole doing a pose on a beat. Under the influence by Chris Brown started playing, and I allowed the beat of the music take over. I bent down in a sexy position, swinging my ass side to side. I let my head tilt slightly, lashes low, not giving them everything yet. Anticipation is part of the performance.

 I stood back up, jumping on the pole, My arm sliding  higher up the pole, body stretching with it, every line intentional. I feel their eyes tracing me, following every inch, every curve, every pause. That’s the trick, they think they’re in control, but they’re only seeing what I allow.

I spin, but not too fast at first. My body wraps and unwraps from the pole like it belongs there, like gravity bends just a little for me. Then I started spinning and bending. I slid down the pole, my heels clicking on the tiles, before doing a split in the pole, then I wrap my legs around the pole, allowing gravity to do it job, the I interchange my legs with my hands so fast, the crowd gasps. I could see the hungry eyes of the men. For a second, the world narrows down to the glide of my skin against metal, the strength in my core, the balance I’ve mastered over time. When my feet touch the stage again, it’s soft and deliberate. I dip lower, letting the music guide the pace, my movements fluid and seamless.

 Once I was done, I left the stage heading over to the private sector to attend to Jules biggest clients. 

As I headed to the private sector, I met up with Damien and we went together. Once Damien opened the door, I froze at the door. 

It couldn’t be him. Was I daydreaming?