Chapter 11

The cowboy man kept his word, all he wanted was some private time with her, watching her strip and dance was all he paid for. Then he did something she never would have expected.

He started to unzip his pants, Ingrid faced the other way, hoping that he didn't dare come close to her. She had grabbed the keys from the door and slipped them into her pocket when she got in, just in case he tried anything, she was going to run and have him banned from the club.

When she spun around, she found him holding his shaft; he was masturbating while she danced for him. She paused for a while, she never knew that people would be crazy enough to do this, "Don't be afraid, Ginger, all I want is your body moving, I won't touch you. Now, keep going," the man said. He groaned as he stared at her, screaming out to her to show him what he wanted to see. Lust spewed out of his mouth and no remorse for his actions were seen.

This was very disturbing for Ingrid, but she just had to close his image out and do her dance. He told her to touch her chest, to hold her nipples for him, he was a little demanding, and Ingrid didn't like any of it.

He started to groan loudly again, apparently he was about to reach his climax. He got up from the bed and let out his semen on the floor with his eyes still fixed on Ingrid's body movements. "Oh! What a relief!” he exclaimed.

He zipped up his pants and said his thanks to Ingrid, "Its enough just to watch you," he said, he put his cowboy hat back on and headed out of the bedroom. Ingrid was still shocked, she thought she had seen it all, she was wrong. She had to tell someone about it, she would have told Clover, but that wasn't going to be fun at all. She went back to her dressing room and started looking for her phone in her purse.

She dialled Giovanni's number, she waited patiently for his response, no answer. Ingrid thought that he was probably busy with work. She was going to leave him a message when Clover walked in to let her know that it was time for her lap dance booth performance.

She turned off her phone and left the room. Indeed, she was quite disappointed, "first, he doesn't show up among the crowd, secondly, he doesn't bother to meet me in the VIP room and thirdly, he won't even pick up my calls," she thought. One last look in the mirror, and she fled, promising to only focus on her job.

***

*Doorbell rings*

"Who is it?" Giovanni and James heard the voice of a woman coming from the other side. They looked at each other and thought the same thing; 'so, he does have a family.' The door opened to reveal a medium weight sized lady with blonde hair, she was carrying a little girl around the age of seven. "Yes? How may I help you?" she said.

"Good evening, ma'am? We are looking for a man named Carl Miller. I am a lawyer and I have some questions concerning a certain case that he had to deal with," James said. The lady looked a little worried, she turned her head slowly to call Carl but he was already heading towards the open door from behind his wife.

"Hello, Good sir. I'm sure you heard why we are here. If you would kindly allow us to have a chat with you, we would be...." James was cut off when the man said, "I have no interest in giving tips to a lawyer about his cases." Giovanni and James looked at each other and smirked. "This is more about you, than it is about either of us, or would you rather have your wife answer to us?" James said while staring at the woman.

Carl signalled for his wife to go back inside and he closed the door behind him. "It's late but we can have a seat in the backyard and have this talk if it gives the both of you some closure," Carl said while directing them. Giovanni felt light, things could be working out but it's too soon to tell. He was serious about helping Ingrid, if it was not about her falling in love with him or not. When they sat down, Carl didn't talk, he stared at them and just waited for them to lay the news on the table. He looked pissed off, like he was eager for a lovely dinner and it got cancelled for a baby talk.

"Do you remember the fire accident that occurred in this exact same city about 10 years ago? You were the one investigating the cause of the fire which led to the deaths of Logan and Lilly Kramer, do you remember?" James asked. He noticed that Carl shifted, it was a little surprising shift. He was not expecting to be caught off guard in that manner. That baby talk turned out to be more serious than he had expected. He stared at Giovanni and then looked at James before answering, "Yeah, yeah I remember that case, what about it?"

Giovanni leaned forward and took out some papers from the bag. "Sir, it doesn't make sense that you would first declare that the fire was caused by someone and then declare that it was purely accidental even after the many investigational proofs you said you were willing to provide in the court" James said, "in this news paper, you told the press that you would stop at nothing until you found the culprit." "Accidents happen," was the defence Carl used.

"That is indeed true, but do you know what else raises more suspicion? Around the same time that the administrator announced whose name was written in the will, that's around the same time that you changed your statement," Giovanni said, looking straight at him. Carl rubbed the bottom of his chin and moved back, he said it was probably a coincidence.

Giovanni and James looked at each other, the glance they gave made Carl shrank a little bit, something was fishy. Giovanni could see that he was holding back information, whatever was he so afraid of?

"Is that all, Gentlemen?" Carl said. James pressed his lips together, "Well, maybe we shall have to question the police officers, find a new investigator and trace this 'administrator', right?" he said while standing up with Giovanni.

Giovanni nodded and they started to move, "Alright!!Alright! listen....I'll tell you everything I know, but please, you'll have to understand," Carl cut them off. He knew that he would rather deal with these guys than have the cops holding him in until the real story came out. "Please, have a seat," he said.

Ingrid got home with Clover after that night. Clover may have managed to drive by luck because the streets were a little empty but he was pretty drunk from celebrating how much money he was making. Ingrid was a little happy too, she couldn't wait for the time to come when she would get her share of the cash.

When they both walked in, Ingrid helped Clover go upstairs to his bedroom while she went to hers. She smelt of booze and different cologne from different men. Her hair was a little messy because she kept whipping it around. She put her things on the bed and undressed. She pulled out a tea shirt and some comfortable underwear and then grabbed a scrubbing brush and her towel, " if I want a good night's sleep, I need to take a bath."

She filled the tub and sat in there for a while, thinking about how much she has changed ever since she left her home. Thinking about the person she used to be back in high school, she smiled at the thought of her not being as frail as she was back then, it had worked! but she frowned at the thought of how she lost her innocence. There was partial regret indeed, or was it just partial.

She wondered if everything that was happening was anything to be proud of, the person that she knew, was she completely dead? When she shut her eyes, all she could see was the white and red spotlights, the crowd of men.

All she could see were her legs wrapped around a pole, her dancing and touching her body sexually in front of men, all she could see was her opening her mouth to pleasure the men that paid to have her, all she could see was men talking about how extraordinary Ginger was.

Tears started to fall from her eyes, she splashed water on her face and then looked up, a smile ran across her face, now, all she could see was Giovanni, the way he looked at her when she saved him from a was-to-be brutal fight, the way he begged to talk to her and asked for nothing else, his gentle smile, the way he made love to her at the club. She smiled at the thought of him risking the late night drive to save her from the men at the mini mart.

She thought of the warmth and relaxation that she felt whenever he was close to her, how she found comfort in his touch, when he spoke, when he stared and asked questions boldly but humbly. She dried her tears, "Wow, this infatuation is dangerous." She started to scrub her body so that she could go to bed. When she was done, she put on her picked outfit and covered herself up and fell asleep.

***

"Listen, you either get freaky with me or you don't get the money. I file a complaint to your boss and you lose your job!" a man yelled at her. Five other men stood up from their seats and began to walk towards her, one of them grabbed her by the chin and squeezed her cheeks, then smashed his lips forcefully into hers. Another man slapped her and began to drag into a dark room.

She was screaming for help, they tore her white dress and began fondling her chest area. Every time she begged them to stop, one of them slapped her. They all pulled their pants down and began to move closer to Ingrid, "We love the naughty side of you, Ginger."