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Ch.4: The ghost woman and the hunter
Staring at the sun. No rays down on me. I call you in my arms. Embrace is unreal.
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Michael was pacing around his office. He knew the club was about to close, he knew most of the girls had already left, except for Angie, whose car he could see through the window. No, he wasn’t spying, he only wanted to know when Angie would leave, cause that meant Anya would come.
“Mikey, are you coming--?” Gerard opened the door suddenly, startling Michael to death.
“Good fuck, brother, could you at least knock?” Michael said, but Gerard wasn’t looking at him.
“Who is this for?” Gerard inquired, looking at Michael’s desk and the food on top. Sushi plates, wine, even a candle?
“My dinner…” Michael said evasively, but Gerard could see the table was set for two.
“You have a date.” Gerard stated. “With that Anya chick.” Michael could feel the blood rushing to his face as he looked away from his brother. “For the third time this week.”
“Is not a date.” Michael mumbled.
“Could’ve fooled me.” Gerard scoffed, gesturing over the setup. “Mikey, I’m not against you getting a life and you know it.” He rubbed his face. “Just- just be careful.”
“I am!” Michael said, inevitably sounding like a little kid.
“As much as they look alike, she not--”
“Don’t!” Michael interrupted his brother. “Don’t say her name…” He lowered his voice. “I know she’s not, Gee. And I know what I’m doing, okay?”
Gerard held his hands up. “You’re on your own little bro.”
With that, Gerard turned around and left the office. Michael didn’t have enough time to think about what his brother had told him when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” He said a little harsher than he meant, but his expression softened a bit when he saw it was Anya. “Snowflake!”
“Um, hi.” She said looking at him from the door. “You okay? We-” Michael shook his head.
“I’m fine! Come on in…” He said with a little smile and Anya stepped in, letting Michael guide her to her seat by the table.
“You sure? You look kind of tense.” Anya said, looking at him skeptically. Michael sat across the desk and sighed.
“I’m sure. Now let’s enjoy dinner.” He said with a smile, picking up a tuna roll. “Tell me about your day…”
“I haven’t done anything relevant since our last meeting.” Anya smiled. “Just getting ready for class.”
“Right… when do you start?”
“Next week.” Anya said, biting on another roll. Michael made a pause.
“That means I’ll be seeing you less around here.”
“I still have to work, don’t I?”
“Angie and you will be leaving at 11pm, before closing time, so you can rest.” Michael informed her. “Except for weekends.” Anya raised an eyebrow.
“Why? Why would you do that for us?”
“You’re trying to further your education. That’s important, and I respect that.” Michael shrugged. “Besides, you guys are good. I don’t wanna lose you… business wise.”
“I see…” Anya looked down to her plate, having the feeling Michael wasn’t telling everything. Or maybe that was just her wishful thinking. They ate in silence for a moment.
“Anya--” Michael grabbed her hand on the table. “Can I ask you something?” She didn’t say anything, his hand felt really warm… “Would you dance for me?”
“What?” Anya snapped out. “I dance every day--”
“I know.” He interrupted. “But, you see…” Michael sighed and stood up, pulling her with him. “Come.”
Confused, Anya let Michael guide her out of his office and into another door she had barely wondered where it led.
“VIP room.” Michael explained. The room had dark red leather couches all over the walls and in the middle there was a platform with two poles, 5 feet away from each other. “Some… very special clients get to use this room with some girls of their choice.”
“And how do you know they’re not getting frisky with the girls?” Anya asked, hand still in Michael’s.
“Frank watches over you.” He pointed to a corner of the room and Anya saw the little camera attached to the roof. “But… there’s no one here tonight, only you and me…”
Anya smirked. “Oh, so you’ll get frisky on me?”
“Only if you want me to.” Michael released her hand and grabbed a remote control.
“Okay, if we’re- I’m doing this, I’ll do it alright. Be right back.” Anya dashed out of the room, leaving a confused Michael inside. He was about to follow her, but something made him stay. Playing with the remote, he lowered the lights and put some music.
A few minutes later, Anya came back and Michael could do nothing but stare. She told him to take a seat and he obeyed while she got on the platform and started dancing.
The way the red satin lingerie contrasted with her pale skin, the shimmering glitter that her previous shower didn’t wash away, her thigh-high boots, her body curling around the pole like she was a vine… everything was way too intoxicating for Michael… he had to touch her, hold her, kiss her, something…
In a flash, Michael stood in front of her, kind of trapping her against the pole and a shiver ran through Anya’s back. Before she could say anything, Michael kissed her. But, contrary to what Anya would’ve believed, the kiss was gentle, sweet and almost tender. She kissed back as his hands cupped her face and the kiss grew deeper.
Anya didn’t exactly know what to do. She had wanted this and was thoroughly enjoying the moment, but part of her was complaining, the part that kept insisting Michael Way was her boss, that he ran a Strip Club, that he had every girl he wanted and getting involved with him would only end up in disaster.
“How many times have you done this?” Anya managed to breathe out and Michael froze.
“What?”
She took a step back, slithering from his grasp and leaning on the other pole, looking at him. “How many times? How many girls? I doubt I’m the first one you’ve done this with.”
“Anya…” Michael sighed. “No, you’re not the first. But the last time I did this it was a long time ago.” He leaned his head on the pole he was holding on to. His face was so blank and unexpressive that Anya didn’t know what to make of it.
“This- this is a bad idea.” She finally said.
“Then why did you agree?”
“You’re my boss…” She said, hiding the other half of her reasons in a gulp. “There isn’t much space to say no.”
Michael took a step and stood in front of her, his gaze piercing through her despite her efforts to look away. “Is that all?”
“No…” She admitted in a little voice and gripped the pole on her back. She felt Michael slump back a bit.
“I really like you, Anya.” He finally spoke. “All these… invitations… I wanted to get to know you better. That’s all. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Anya looked at him and bit her lip. “Go get dressed, I’ll drive you home.” He said stepping off the platform.
“Michael, I--” Anya stopped him and he half smiled.
“It’s okay, snowflake, I’m not giving up on you yet.”
15 minutes later, Anya was slumping in her bed at home with one hell of a headache.
“Mikey, are you coming--?” Gerard opened the door suddenly, startling Michael to death.
“Good fuck, brother, could you at least knock?” Michael said, but Gerard wasn’t looking at him.
“Who is this for?” Gerard inquired, looking at Michael’s desk and the food on top. Sushi plates, wine, even a candle?
“My dinner…” Michael said evasively, but Gerard could see the table was set for two.
“You have a date.” Gerard stated. “With that Anya chick.” Michael could feel the blood rushing to his face as he looked away from his brother. “For the third time this week.”
“Is not a date.” Michael mumbled.
“Could’ve fooled me.” Gerard scoffed, gesturing over the setup. “Mikey, I’m not against you getting a life and you know it.” He rubbed his face. “Just- just be careful.”
“I am!” Michael said, inevitably sounding like a little kid.
“As much as they look alike, she not--”
“Don’t!” Michael interrupted his brother. “Don’t say her name…” He lowered his voice. “I know she’s not, Gee. And I know what I’m doing, okay?”
Gerard held his hands up. “You’re on your own little bro.”
With that, Gerard turned around and left the office. Michael didn’t have enough time to think about what his brother had told him when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” He said a little harsher than he meant, but his expression softened a bit when he saw it was Anya. “Snowflake!”
“Um, hi.” She said looking at him from the door. “You okay? We-” Michael shook his head.
“I’m fine! Come on in…” He said with a little smile and Anya stepped in, letting Michael guide her to her seat by the table.
“You sure? You look kind of tense.” Anya said, looking at him skeptically. Michael sat across the desk and sighed.
“I’m sure. Now let’s enjoy dinner.” He said with a smile, picking up a tuna roll. “Tell me about your day…”
“I haven’t done anything relevant since our last meeting.” Anya smiled. “Just getting ready for class.”
“Right… when do you start?”
“Next week.” Anya said, biting on another roll. Michael made a pause.
“That means I’ll be seeing you less around here.”
“I still have to work, don’t I?”
“Angie and you will be leaving at 11pm, before closing time, so you can rest.” Michael informed her. “Except for weekends.” Anya raised an eyebrow.
“Why? Why would you do that for us?”
“You’re trying to further your education. That’s important, and I respect that.” Michael shrugged. “Besides, you guys are good. I don’t wanna lose you… business wise.”
“I see…” Anya looked down to her plate, having the feeling Michael wasn’t telling everything. Or maybe that was just her wishful thinking. They ate in silence for a moment.
“Anya--” Michael grabbed her hand on the table. “Can I ask you something?” She didn’t say anything, his hand felt really warm… “Would you dance for me?”
“What?” Anya snapped out. “I dance every day--”
“I know.” He interrupted. “But, you see…” Michael sighed and stood up, pulling her with him. “Come.”
Confused, Anya let Michael guide her out of his office and into another door she had barely wondered where it led.
“VIP room.” Michael explained. The room had dark red leather couches all over the walls and in the middle there was a platform with two poles, 5 feet away from each other. “Some… very special clients get to use this room with some girls of their choice.”
“And how do you know they’re not getting frisky with the girls?” Anya asked, hand still in Michael’s.
“Frank watches over you.” He pointed to a corner of the room and Anya saw the little camera attached to the roof. “But… there’s no one here tonight, only you and me…”
Anya smirked. “Oh, so you’ll get frisky on me?”
“Only if you want me to.” Michael released her hand and grabbed a remote control.
“Okay, if we’re- I’m doing this, I’ll do it alright. Be right back.” Anya dashed out of the room, leaving a confused Michael inside. He was about to follow her, but something made him stay. Playing with the remote, he lowered the lights and put some music.
A few minutes later, Anya came back and Michael could do nothing but stare. She told him to take a seat and he obeyed while she got on the platform and started dancing.
The way the red satin lingerie contrasted with her pale skin, the shimmering glitter that her previous shower didn’t wash away, her thigh-high boots, her body curling around the pole like she was a vine… everything was way too intoxicating for Michael… he had to touch her, hold her, kiss her, something…
In a flash, Michael stood in front of her, kind of trapping her against the pole and a shiver ran through Anya’s back. Before she could say anything, Michael kissed her. But, contrary to what Anya would’ve believed, the kiss was gentle, sweet and almost tender. She kissed back as his hands cupped her face and the kiss grew deeper.
Anya didn’t exactly know what to do. She had wanted this and was thoroughly enjoying the moment, but part of her was complaining, the part that kept insisting Michael Way was her boss, that he ran a Strip Club, that he had every girl he wanted and getting involved with him would only end up in disaster.
“How many times have you done this?” Anya managed to breathe out and Michael froze.
“What?”
She took a step back, slithering from his grasp and leaning on the other pole, looking at him. “How many times? How many girls? I doubt I’m the first one you’ve done this with.”
“Anya…” Michael sighed. “No, you’re not the first. But the last time I did this it was a long time ago.” He leaned his head on the pole he was holding on to. His face was so blank and unexpressive that Anya didn’t know what to make of it.
“This- this is a bad idea.” She finally said.
“Then why did you agree?”
“You’re my boss…” She said, hiding the other half of her reasons in a gulp. “There isn’t much space to say no.”
Michael took a step and stood in front of her, his gaze piercing through her despite her efforts to look away. “Is that all?”
“No…” She admitted in a little voice and gripped the pole on her back. She felt Michael slump back a bit.
“I really like you, Anya.” He finally spoke. “All these… invitations… I wanted to get to know you better. That’s all. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Anya looked at him and bit her lip. “Go get dressed, I’ll drive you home.” He said stepping off the platform.
“Michael, I--” Anya stopped him and he half smiled.
“It’s okay, snowflake, I’m not giving up on you yet.”
15 minutes later, Anya was slumping in her bed at home with one hell of a headache.
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