3. Next dam

Maybe it wasn't her time to show herself to the world as she was. But not like this. Not as a quarter dancer. The lights focused on her face, she was still on top of that stranger, who was practically becoming a regular feature of her nights, going from man to man, but she was unresponsive. That was her problem: him. At her question he moved away from her face and turned away, he had to continue with the show he was putting on, that's what he was there for. All eyes were on the two of them and that wasn't going to change because of one question.

He opens his hands, moves them away from her body seeing how to continue. She was nervous as ever, she closed her eyes, reached for his hands and brought them to her body. She was trembling as she felt his touch, his touch and everything provoked something that she did not know how to explain. However, seeing that he did not react, she guides him to touch her body carefully. She guides him completely to enter in confidence although it is difficult for her, she was not used to it because men always looked for the perfect excuse to touch her but he was not like that. She needed to dissimulate, to make believable those caresses that were acted and faked for both of them. She notices the certain discomfort caused by his soft hip movements makes her tense up more and more, his arms tighten around her body and he gets closer to her ear again —You are playing with fire— he warns her, brushing her neck with his lips.

She is almost breathless when she feels the man's arms that felt good but at the same time it was a strange sensation — It's my job to play on the edge — she answers smiling.

Her breath hits the back of her neck, his lips brush her neck and she feels something wet. It was a kiss followed by some small caresses on her stomach mixed by a hug. He makes her head back leaning on his shoulder as if giving her room to continue acting, he kisses her neck slowly and in her ear she hears a small moan from him. It was the first time that she let a stranger enjoy her body and in that way. But he stops and pulls her away from his body looking at her. She felt rejected but at the same time it was better this way.

She didn't want to go on anymore, it was time to stop and end her night like this. She grabbed her cover-up and retreated to her dressing room. There was something inside her that made her feel dazed, excited and full of satisfaction at the memory of that man's caresses.

But thousands of knocks came from her door, which were not answered because she just wanted to get out of that place. She felt dirty and at the same time sad just remembering that those men knocking on her door wanted something more from her. She no longer wanted that life but it was what she had to go through, nothing is perfect and she knew that. Little by little she took off all her clothes, the mask and makeup that covered her face. She stared at the mirror and saw her true self, she was much more than a simple night dancer and that was what she wanted to show everyone. To leave behind the hidden life of a dancer and just have a normal life. 

She always stopped to dream that she was someone normal, an ordinary woman who suffered because the love of her life was failing her, who argued with her friends to see who would pay for dinner and also dreamed of being a mother accompanying her first child in her school stage. She was dreaming so much that the rustling of some papers in front of her eyes brought her back to her present. She smiles looking at the bills in her hands. As she counts the money she earns per night, she drinks a couple of glasses from the bottle of wine she found on her table.

— There was chemistry and you can never weaken that — he curses to himself under his breath as he sips his drink.

That woman had turned everything on, he wanted her to spend the night and forget everything.  He wanted to finish what he had started. He looked for her with his eyes but he couldn't find the same woman who had been on top of his legs, she was gone. He got up from the table and approached the bar.

He knocks several times on the table until he is served: —What do you need? — asks a guy as he sees him cleaning a glass.

He observes everything around him — I need to know where the woman with the mask is — he demands seriously.

He laughs when he hears this comment. Not understanding what was going on with that guy, he stands there waiting for an answer and sees him leaving the glass on the old wood he had as a bar. He leaves the rag on his shoulder and approaches — Join the long list of curious people who come here to find out something about her—he laughs.

He keeps thinking about what that guy said. That woman was strangely mysterious and that attracted him more. Just looking at her made him desire her, remembering how she caressed his body. He needed her to check if it was just for one night or for something more.

It was his time and he knew that whatever he wanted he got, and she was going to be his next prey.