Let's Dance

Chapter 7

Let's Dance

As she stepped into the club, Jerry, who was serving as the club's DJ for the evening, was responsible for the excellent quality of the music that was being played; clearly, he was an experienced professional.

As Cathy passed through the back door with her mask on, a pair of hands quickly drew her into her room, a quick gasp escaped from her lips but quickly she became calm as she saw who it was, it was Charlotte, Cathy's best friend, Charlotte was the name she bore in the club because she had refused to change it.

"Why did you arrive so late? We have been practicing for nearly twenty minutes at this point."

Charlotte said as she hurriedly led her to a seat, she propped her up, and arranged her hair while they were both seated.

"Who served as your leader, if anyone had?"

Cathy asked while focusing her gaze on the reflection in the mirror as Charlotte coiled her thick, dark hair.

"Naturally, it was none other than Abigail, the prostitute, because she was seen walking around the club with her leg exposed. She must have instigated Mr. Ferington to demonstrate her appalling dance moves, of which each of us has a general concept of what they are."

Cathy could see the disgust that was reflected on Charlotte's face.

"You have triumphed, for you despise Abigail even more than I do."

Cathy made a face while laughing hysterically.

"It doesn't matter how many times you say that..."

"You shouldn't be mad at her; she didn't steal Simon from you; she just took him and had sex with him."

Cathy said, breaking into Charlotte's train of thought and preventing her from finishing her speech.

"Hell no, you were the one on whom Simon had a crush in the past, and when you turned down his proposal and broke his miserable heart, I tried to cheer him up because I felt sorry for him, and then he had to fuck with her because he couldn't keep his dick in a place and settle down in his heart break, which is disgusting!"

Charlotte stated and her face looked terrible and it was obvious that she was the one who had her heart broken by Simon's behavior; however, no one could blame Simon because no man could resist Abigail.

"Now do not roll the dice towards me, I do not like him and I could not promise him something that isn't real so damn I..."

She was mid-sentence when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. There was only one person who could have been responsible for this pattern of knocking; it was their boss Mr. Ferington. Heck She was in a lot of trouble.

Fear filled Cathy's eyes as she fixed them on Charlotte. He was probably going to question her about why she was late to the club.

"You should go and answer the door."

Charlotte said, as she nudged her towards the door, all thanks she wasn't wearing her yoga pants anymore. Instead, she was wearing a short bum short, which covered her pretty red lingerie.

Cathy made a hasty approach to the door, and after a brief pause for breath, she opened it. Instantaneously, she was confronted by her manager, Mr. Ferington.

She allowed him a few moments to check her out because the fact that she was at least partially ready for the night was a major selling point for her.

"My instruction was disobeyed, and as a result, you were tardy. Could you please explain to me why it was necessary for you to do that?"

Charlotte once said that he had a big dick, which will be entirely true.... Mr. Ferington was a short man with a fat belly. He was different from other club managers out there who always work out to keep fit. Mr. Ferington was a big dick.

"Lucy, please do not return to your daydreaming while I speak to you. Also, I do not understand why you were late."

Mr. Ferington gave a half-yelled response, which caused her to be startled out of her thoughts.

"Oh, I am so sorry Mr. Ferington, I slept off and that was why I was late, I slept more than my time and I am so sorry," she said.

Charlotte remarked, as she observed Mr. Ferington's hostile glare directed toward her, that this was par for the course.

He always glared at her when she did something bad, then smiled at her when she made a lot of money for him. The good thing is, he paid them well.

"And did Charlotte go over all of the fundamentals with you that were covered tonight?"

When Mr. Ferington inquired, Cathy came close to making a wide mouth gesture. She realized too late that she had forgotten to ask Charlotte any questions about the fundamentals that were reviewed tonight.

"Oh, yes, I did that, Mr. Ferington; I gave her a pirouette, a fireman spin, a chair spin, and of course the amazing back hook spin. I took care of everything for her."

Charlotte said as she gave a friendly smile to Mr. Ferington.

Cathy's eyes widened in surprise, even though she was aware of everything that Charlotte had mentioned. However, the fact that she knew it all was not a reason for her to lie, even though if she had been in Charlotte's position, she would have lied as well.

"Good now Lucy, I need you to promise me one thing: from this point forward, you will never arrive late to the club."

She overheard Mr. Ferington say, and Cathy almost scratched her face in response to his words. Why had she befriended these words — "promise not to come late?" — in the first place?

"Yes, Mr. Ferington."

Cathy remarked, giving him a smile that was so adorable it was mind blowing.

It appears that Mr. Ferington is moved in some way by the smile because he quickly exited the room without uttering a single word.

"Did he just give in to your phony attempts at charm with that smile of yours?"

Charlotte inquired, but all she got in response was a prod from Cathy.

The fact that he is remaining silent is a warning that the stripping will begin in ten minutes.

Cathy said this as she walked towards the mirror while she was taking care of her face and applying some oil to her face. Cathy knew that strippers were expected to apply oil to their body in order to appear steamy and hot to the people who were looking at them.

After hearing a loud knock on the door, it wasn't hard to figure out who had come to visit again.

They opened the door in a hurry, and Simon was already standing there in his ripped form, waiting for them to come through.

"Both of you, along with Abigail and Loretta, will be performing in the normal area tonight. You own the north pole, and Charlotte owns the south pole. While the remaining portions will be served later tonight."

Simone continued, catching them up on the recent events that they had obviously been unaware of.

"Charlotte, I looked for you in your room but I couldn't find you there; therefore, I thought you might be here."

Cathy picked up on what Simon said,

"If that was your guess, you were correct."

Charlotte remarked, and with a "hump," she proceeded to leave Cathy and Simon alone.

Cathy couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with her friend, Charlotte. It was possible that her friend was still upset with Simon, and there was no question that Simon was attempting to reconcile with her, but Charlotte wasn't ready for it.

When they emerged from the room, Cathy, as is customary, was immediately met by a large number of the men who had been watching her dance in anticipation.

It was said that she was the dancer with the most infectious joy, and that she always gave her audience exactly what they required.

She felt energized by the shrieks of approval she received from the audience.

As they made their way to the stage, Simon was able to conceal them from view.

It was time to show the crowds what they had in store for them, but more importantly, she could not locate the special client and boss who was to be in the club tonight.