asking … It’s not something I’d ever do.”
“I disagree. I think, no, I know there’s more to you than you let on.” He gets up out of his chair and grabs a folder. He walks over to me and sits down beside me. He’s too close to me. I move away from him but he grabs my arm before I can get too far. I stare at him, wondering why he’s not letting me put distance needed right now between us.
“This is a contract. In this contract, you’ll find what I want from you and the rules for working here.” He hands me the contract and I don’t even let myself look at what’s inside. I can’t look because there’s no way in hell I’m doing this.
“Ava. Look at me.”
I look at him once again into his intense dark green eyes. I can’t figure out what and why he wants me of all people to be … a stripper. I want to ask him, demand he tell me the answers I need, but I don’t. Instead I get lost into his green eyes. All my questions evaporate from my mind, and I find myself unable to break eye contact with him.
“You will look over this. You will sign and do everything this contract says. In return, you’ll make more money than you can dream of. You’ll be provided with a house in Nashville, as well as a car of your choosing. Come work for me. Say yes, and you’ll have everything you need to take care of Gabriella.”
“I … I don’t know. I think I need to go.” I shake my head, trying to clear it. There’s so much to think about. Moving away from my parents. Taking my clothes off for strangers. Letting him buy me a house. How can I say yes? But, how can I say no, knowing what all I’ll get if I say yes.
“Alright. I’ll give you one week to decide. Say yes, Ava.”
“Viktor …”
“Go. There’s a car waiting to take you back. I’ll see you with a decision in one week.”
I quickly get up and walk out of Viktor’s office. I go back along the hall with different doors, and I walk in front of the center stage again. I stop and look at it one more time. Am I really considering this? Can I really get up there, on this stage, and do what Viktor is asking of me?
I have no idea what I will do, or what I want to do. All I know is, I need to get back home to my baby girl.
One week later
I can’t even count how many times I have read over Viktor’s contract.It covers everything – from health and beauty requirements to my lifestyle choices. I should have it memorized by now. But, as many times as I’ve read the contract, it seems it’s all new. The things he wants me to do, and the rules he has in place, overwhelming doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel about all of this.
I hold Gabbie in my arms as I look over the list again. I think if I do say yes, I can handle some of the things he’s asking. I mean, this contract isn’t just for his protection, it’s for mine as well. It’s the last paragraph that holds my attention as it has every time I read it.
“If the employee signs this contract, she will be held in this contract for two years. During these two years, the employer and employee will not engage in any sexual acts of any kind. There is to be absolutely no interaction between employer and employee, other than strictly professional reasons.”
Reading this again makes me wonder if there’s a reason for it. Did Viktor have a relationship with one of his dancers before? The thought sends a sick feeling to the pit of my stomach. I don’t understand why. I shouldn’t care who or what Viktor does with his spare time, but I do. If he did have a relationship with one of his dancers, it makes sense for him to have some of the rules. Like the one that says:
“There is to be no touching of any kind between employer and employee”.
Or, the employee is never to be allowed with the employer without another person present . But, my personal favorite is the one that says , if the employee should decide to engage in acts of sex, or any other form of sexual acts, she may do
“I disagree. I think, no, I know there’s more to you than you let on.” He gets up out of his chair and grabs a folder. He walks over to me and sits down beside me. He’s too close to me. I move away from him but he grabs my arm before I can get too far. I stare at him, wondering why he’s not letting me put distance needed right now between us.
“This is a contract. In this contract, you’ll find what I want from you and the rules for working here.” He hands me the contract and I don’t even let myself look at what’s inside. I can’t look because there’s no way in hell I’m doing this.
“Ava. Look at me.”
I look at him once again into his intense dark green eyes. I can’t figure out what and why he wants me of all people to be … a stripper. I want to ask him, demand he tell me the answers I need, but I don’t. Instead I get lost into his green eyes. All my questions evaporate from my mind, and I find myself unable to break eye contact with him.
“You will look over this. You will sign and do everything this contract says. In return, you’ll make more money than you can dream of. You’ll be provided with a house in Nashville, as well as a car of your choosing. Come work for me. Say yes, and you’ll have everything you need to take care of Gabriella.”
“I … I don’t know. I think I need to go.” I shake my head, trying to clear it. There’s so much to think about. Moving away from my parents. Taking my clothes off for strangers. Letting him buy me a house. How can I say yes? But, how can I say no, knowing what all I’ll get if I say yes.
“Alright. I’ll give you one week to decide. Say yes, Ava.”
“Viktor …”
“Go. There’s a car waiting to take you back. I’ll see you with a decision in one week.”
I quickly get up and walk out of Viktor’s office. I go back along the hall with different doors, and I walk in front of the center stage again. I stop and look at it one more time. Am I really considering this? Can I really get up there, on this stage, and do what Viktor is asking of me?
I have no idea what I will do, or what I want to do. All I know is, I need to get back home to my baby girl.
One week later
I can’t even count how many times I have read over Viktor’s contract.It covers everything – from health and beauty requirements to my lifestyle choices. I should have it memorized by now. But, as many times as I’ve read the contract, it seems it’s all new. The things he wants me to do, and the rules he has in place, overwhelming doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel about all of this.
I hold Gabbie in my arms as I look over the list again. I think if I do say yes, I can handle some of the things he’s asking. I mean, this contract isn’t just for his protection, it’s for mine as well. It’s the last paragraph that holds my attention as it has every time I read it.
“If the employee signs this contract, she will be held in this contract for two years. During these two years, the employer and employee will not engage in any sexual acts of any kind. There is to be absolutely no interaction between employer and employee, other than strictly professional reasons.”
Reading this again makes me wonder if there’s a reason for it. Did Viktor have a relationship with one of his dancers before? The thought sends a sick feeling to the pit of my stomach. I don’t understand why. I shouldn’t care who or what Viktor does with his spare time, but I do. If he did have a relationship with one of his dancers, it makes sense for him to have some of the rules. Like the one that says:
“There is to be no touching of any kind between employer and employee”.
Or, the employee is never to be allowed with the employer without another person present . But, my personal favorite is the one that says , if the employee should decide to engage in acts of sex, or any other form of sexual acts, she may do
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