2 Chapter 02
A few steps from where she parked her car, at the back of a very old Haussmann-style house. In fact, all the houses on this side of the town are very old and the atmosphere is rather peaceful and pleasant.
She heard a few fragments of voices reached her ear. One seems very angry and horse while the other, although angry, is sweet and light like a breath of silk.
"Why do you work here if you don't want customers touching you? Are you here to jinx me or because you have a nice pretty face that attracts people?" The angry male voice roared harshly.
"I want to work here every weekend but I was not OK with being groped at all times. That's not what we agreed to." The interlocutor whit the soft silky voice answered with firmness.
"If you're not screwed to do that little bit, then get your things and get the hell out of here. They touch you, so what? Damn it, it's not like they want to fuck you right and there. Is it that hard to put you in my shoes just once damn it?" roared the big deep voice with even more anger.
"Stop yelling at me like a rabid animal, everyone's gonna hear you at this pace. I'll see what I can do but I'm not promising anything, they have to know how to keep their hands in their pants, it's disgusting. These big perverts give me the sheaf, Henrique."
The sweet silky voice resumes once again with a nuance of fear, and disgust in her voice that the big guy seems to be making fun of.
"While you're at it why don't you start now? looks like we have a spectator, so convince him to join us. Looks like he is well off. He's young anyway, I guess you can make it okay this time," he yelled shamelessly, nodding at the person who just came around the corner, staring at them.
Without realizing it, she let herself be carried away by the sound of these bickering voices in a remote corner of the street.
The person who should just pick up her car where she left it found herself as a spectator of this show of force between these two completely different people from each other.
At these words, she was startled to the core realizing that she had ventured much further than where her car was left and that she was like a badly behaved child who listened to the other's discussion at the door.
The wearer of the small, suave-silky, frightened voice turned abruptly towards the direction indicated by the tall fellow's chin, at the very moment the curious little one was about to retrace her steps toward the parking lot.
But for some odd reason, she stopped dead in her tracks unable to finish her move, short of breath as if she was running a marathon, with dry lips, and hands a little too moist for her taste and own good.
"Make sure he comes in here or say goodbye to your salary for tonight and last night. Whether you pay your tuition or not I don't give a fuck. You only have one fucking job and that is to attract rich customers and serve them as they want. It's not that hard, damn it." The big guy roared one last time before turning on his heels.
The bearer of the sweet-silky little voice seems to lose all vitality when the human-made of muscles and roughness threw these words at her little head before disappearing without listening to the futile complaints of the latter.
"Enrique you can't…." But her sentence died on her plump lips when she saw that the big guy had already disappeared behind the door.
The bearer of the silky voice stared at the door for a moment, unable to turn back to the person he had to convince to join their club for the rest of the night.
While the indiscreet spectator remained frozen at the other end of the street without really knowing what to do.
Then on a whim, she crossed the road with a steady step and went to plant herself near the small figure.
She found that she completely covered the little one with her tall slender figure, making the little one look even smaller than she looked in front of the big tough guy named Henrique.
The prying onlooker took a few steps away from the small figure to give her some breathing space.
The small figure with the sweet-silky voice is resigned to her fate, she must find enough to pay her fees on Monday morning otherwise she risks losing her semester.
In fluent English, she addressed the tall figure overshadowing her, raising her head gently towards the human-like Skyscraper beside her.
"Hi, would you like me to find you a peaceful place to hang out, I promise the atmosphere is nice." She uttered unfazed by the latter.
"I have had a speech like this earlier tonight and I assure you that the atmosphere in question was anything but pleasant. But hey, that's not what will prevent me from making the same mistake again. Do you at least have something more interesting to offer me?" The indiscreet spectator replied in an amused tone.
The small figure frowned as she listened to the indiscreet one's words. She wonders where she has been for the night but she shook her head chasing away her concern, it isn't with heart content she is making this conversation anyway, so why bother?
So she chooses to ignore the amused tone of the latter and go straight to the point.
"I don't know what seedy club you've been invited to, I promise you you'll like this one and I'll be there to keep you company, that's a plus," she said reluctantly in her sweet little voice, but still in impeccable English.
Anyone with common sense will know at one glance that she hates this job, but it seems like she has to if she wants to pay her tuition on time.
'Hm, interesting,' thought the tall slender figure… She ignores the harsh tone used by the small figure who for the first time since they are standing almost side by side takes the trouble to look properly at her interlocutor.
Apart from the sweet, musky smell of her perfume that gnawed at her sense of smell, she hadn't seen much of the tall, slender figure that overshadowed her even in the middle of the night.
The dim lights illuminating the streets at this time of night aren't much help in defining the features of the person she has next to her, but something tells her that distinguished, exquisite, and slightly hoarse voice must surely belong to someone of the same stamp.
"So, show me your place of work," cooed the prying onlooker, still amused at the way the little figure stares at him as if she were a piece of work in a museum but which didn't have its place in the museum at all.
The small figure in her teasing waitress uniform, with some reluctance, took her eyes off the tall, dominant figure near her. Maybe she would find out what she looks like once they were inside.
"Follow me," she snapped, leading the way. In a circular glance, the prying spectator takes control of her surrounding before following the small figure inside.
As soon as she opened the door, the loud music in the club hit her like a whip in the face, but at least it was of good quality. And the clientele does not leave much to be desired at first sight, nor is the place shabby and filthy.
She was right about that, the atmosphere is nice but will the service be the same? Without looking back at his new client, the little figure made her merry way through the beautiful little people gathered in the large common room, some perched on some stools chatting, laughing, and drinking.
Others are standing close to each other rubbing or dancing as if their lives depend on it, their drinks in their hands, glasses of pina coladas, sex on the beach, margaritas, laughing ladies, sangria, and such while some others savor with delight their cold beer, corona, presidente, Heineken.
Some are sipping their wine and gobbled down their tequila, whiskey, bourbon without any care in the world flirting with anything that can breathe and speak.
