Chapter 3

The thought of things coming this far was really causing her heart to start aching. "I think... I need some time to think about this," Ingrid said as she got up from her seat and headed for her room upstairs. "Take your time Ginger, it's only Sunday, if you need me, I'll be in the living room watching a horror movie, feel free to...."

*Door shuts*

Clover heard the door shutting before he could finish his sentence. He unlocked his phone and saw a message:

"Cloud Banner: One of them quit, we need another bitch here Asap! The club needs a hype."

He locked his phone and grinned, "Don't disappoint me, Ginger," He said to himself.

***

Ingrid was on her bed, sobbing. She couldn't help but think about how disgusting it would be to sleep with a man she had no feelings for. She did it twice already. "If I want to be strong, I have to learn to love it," She got up and walked to her dresser. ``It's a cruel world out there, Ingrid," she said as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She opened her suitcases and threw all her clothes and other stuff on the bed. "I'll have to sort these things out later, but for now, I'm going to learn to be the one thing I once condemned."

She dried her hair with a blow dryer. She pulled out a tiny purse where she kept some eye-liner, Lipstick and some mascara. She wasn't a fan of heavy make up, so that was enough. She pulled out a separate bag where she kept her underwear and took out a red laced thong, she never thought that she would have to wear that again. She didn't have the exact matching bra but she had a red laced bra sexy enough to match her panties.

She took off her sweat pants and everything else she wore, slowly putting on her simple lingerie outfit. She pulled out a little bag where she packed all her shoes and she took out some red bottom heels, the only pair of heels that she owned but never found a reason to wear up until now.

"Okay, Ingrid, time to show them why your hair was painted red," she said as she looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs to the living room. She snuck up on Clover who was in a deep sleep on the sofa and stood in front of him with her legs parted. She tapped his foot with her shoe so that he could wake up.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing standing in front of him. "What the actual..."

"Shhh...." Ingrid held her finger to his lips and began to trace it down to his belt. She smiled at him seductively as she ran her hands smoothly over his shaft. She unzipped his pants and began to give him a sloppy blow job. She looked up to see him looking beyond surprised. His mouth was wide open, he finally let out a groan and held her chin up, "What are you doing?”

She stood up straight and looked at him with her lips parted. "Using you to teach me how to be naughty," she let out a soft chuckle and put her heel on his shoulder. All she had to do was stare at him deeply, and he was drawn to her, he sat up so that he could reach her waist and he began to kiss her underwear, taking in the vanilla scent that lingered on her thighs, she moaned softly and pressed his head inward.

"I can't take it anymore, I want to be inside you, Ginger," He took off his shirt and placed her leg down, She smirked, she was proud of herself, she managed to bring him to her without saying much. She pushed him back so as to demand to take the lead. She pushed her underwear to the side and sat on him. Slowly riding him, watching him lose his mind at the sight of her expressions, her pace, her everything!

"Oh Ginger, they...they're never going to get tired of you," Clover said. "Tomorrow is another day, enjoy me now, enjoy me now Clover," she said.

"Come on, Lady! Throw it back! Bend that ass for the audience!" The crowd went wild as Ingrid wrapped her legs on the pole and spread them out so smoothly yet still holding onto the pole. Men were throwing money at her carelessly. They began to pull her arms both from the left and right....this was a whole new experience for her.

Let me be inside you!

Let me be inside you!

*Alarm rings*

Ingrid fell asleep on the sofa after the rough night she had, this time, she remembered everything in a vivid manner. "Juice? For your headache or something?" Clover stood in front of her, offering her a glass and a pain killer. He looked like he had been awake for a while.

"Your alarm clock is pretty loud, I'm surprised you heard it from all the way here," he said. "Why are you giving me these pain killers?" Ingrid hadn't taken the drugs immediately because she didn't feel the need to, she had been rolling them around in her palm ever since he gave them to her.

"Well, my Ginger, today is Monday, and since you so wonderfully gave me your approval for our deal, I thought that I could prepare you properly for your new job tonight, I need you in your best condition," he explained. Ingrid looked the other way and sighed, "Also, you made me hard almost the whole entire night, I'd be lying if I said you didn't put me in a good mood up until now," he chuckled and got off the seat.

So it was happening; Ingrid was now coming to the fact that she was really doing this. "Wait, uhm....I don't quite have a lot of outfits for your....I mean, for the job. What are we going to do about that?" Ingrid stretched her hand out to call Clover back.

"Oh that? Don't worry, get ready and I'll take you lingerie shopping, but there are a few outfits at the strip club in case you'll need those too. So go get ready," he winked at her and headed for the kitchen, supposedly to start breakfast.

Ingrid didn't want to think about it but Clover was basically her pimp. For a "pimp", he was caring enough, just not man enough to be worthy of love.

Clover watched from the kitchen as Ingrid uncovered her blanket, her scent still lingered in that space. He watched as she elegantly bent over to pick up her heels and walked right up the stairs, her hair pushed to fall over one side of her shoulders. 'She's a natural,' he thought.

He turned around and started breakfast, something special for his ginger. He started on with the French toast while doing some bacon on the other pan. When the bacon was ready, he fried two eggs; poached. He placed them on the French toast and put two slices of cheese and ham over each of them and covered them with another slice of French toast.

He took the kettle off and poured some hot water into two mugs of hot coffee, "You're going all out aren't you?" he looked up and saw Ingrid standing in front of him, his mouth dropped.

"Wow."

She wore a white pencil dress, it had no straps on the top, it rested on her slim waist so perfectly. It wasn't that the dress was short and it exposed her thighs a little, something about how she carried herself in it made her look beyond attractive, beyond....stunning.

"Oh come on, it's just a plain dress," No baby girl it's not, "Well, you make this plain dress stand out, Ingrid," Clover said. She walked up to him and went around to grab her plate. She smiled at him, "Thank you." He sat down with her and they had their meal. It was quiet.

Ingrid didn't look up from her plate. Clover wanted to have a feel of her hazel eyes. He watched as she enjoyed the meal, or was she acting it all out? He knew that her eyes were telling a story he couldn't read. He wanted to make her love this journey, he didn't want to be hard on her. When she was done, she looked up, finally!

"That was delicious, I am honoured to have...."

"Is something bothering you, Ingrid?" Clover cut her off, " cause you've had your head down throughout this whole meal, is that some kind of talent?"

Ingrid chuckled, she grabbed her plate and took it to the sink. She spun around and said, "No, that's just me preparing myself mentally for the day, Now c'mon, let's go!" She started to head for the door so excitedly. Was she really excited? "Oh and Clover?" "Yes?"

"I ask that you, Always...Always call me Ginger, even on stage, okay," Clover was shocked to be hearing this from her, "Yes ma'am, to the mall!" Clover opened the garage door, he wasn't the full expensive guy, he drove a 2010 Hyundai Elantra. "This car was my dad's, he gave it to me after he got a new one," he said.

Ingrid nodded, it's not like she was really concerned anyway. They drove to the mall, and all the way, Ingrid couldn't help but look out the window. The town that she thought was small growing up had a lot to it, a lot that she hadn't had the chance to see.

Arriving at the lingerie store, Clover started to help Ingrid pick on the underwear that were best suitable for her. He noticed that she chose stuff that were either all red or had a bit of red in them. She picked out corsets, gutter belts, red bottom heels, you name it, it's like she did all her research on the "whore starter pack". Best part was that Clover was paying for it all.

***

"Well, we have the outfits now, all we have to do is rest, and wait for 7PM. That's when you get to shine, my Ginger," Clover said as he plumped himself on the couch. Ingrid pointed upstairs to notify Clover that she would be in her room if he needed her. He nodded his head and shut his eyes.