Dance for me

“They want to see you,” Beth said as she went into the kitchen.

“I don’t want to go in there, Beth. Are they in the locked room?”

“Yes, they are.”

” I’m afraid, Beth.”

“Don’t be afraid, just act confident. Let them know they can’t hurt you or hurt you.”

“But if they,” Pen didn’t finish, Beth interrupted her.

“It’ll be all right,” she reassured her.

Pen thought no more, gathered her thoughts and went to the door. Then she opened it and went in.

“Hello, what can I get you?”

“Hello, little one. We missed you,” George said at once.

“And I didn’t miss you. So what would you like to order?” Pen tried to hold on as best she could.

“Babe,” Ethan said to her as he got up from the couch and came closer and put his arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Chloe, be an obedient girl,” Michael warned her.

“Chloe? Funny, isn’t it?” he whispered in her ear, and his index finger touched her bare neck, causing goosebumps.

“Stop touching me!” She protested.

“Do you think my friends will like the fact that you tricked us yesterday without telling us your real name, Pen?” he whispered again, so that only she could hear.

“I don’t care what you and your friends like,” Pen continued to snap at him.

“Are you sure about that? Are you sure about this?” he asked again, giving her a chance to think about it.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she answered firmly.

“Fine, but then don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said and walked away from her.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Chloe, are you going to serve us tonight?”

“Yes. What would you like to order?”

“You, one for four,” George answered her with a smirk.

“Not funny.”

“Friends, I wanted to introduce you to my dancer, remember?” Ethan interrupted everyone. At that moment Pen’s palms were sweating and her feet were trembling.

“Yes, and we are waiting for her to arrive.”

“You don’t have to wait for her, she’s already here in front of you,” he answered and pointed at Pen.

“You said her name is Penelope, and Chloe is in front of us.”

“And our bird was so afraid of us yesterday that she didn’t tell us her real name. Our girl is not as simple as she looks.”

“Is she?”Kevin asked again.

“Yes,” Ethan admitted.

“Look, it gets even more interesting,” Michael added. And really, it was changing everything for them.

“Much more interesting,” George agreed and went to the door, which he locked.

Then came up behind Pen, who was trembling like a reed in the wind. She wanted to fall through the earth, to evaporate, but not to be in the same room with them.

“Not good to cheat, not good,” he whispered, putting his hands on her waist, pressing his hips into her

“Why did you close the doors? Let me go,” she tried to break free, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Be quiet and be an obedient girl,” he said in her ear and moved his hand to her neck.

“Really,” Ethan said as he stepped toward her and traced her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Let go of me,” she demanded, but George’s hand was already down on her thigh, lifting the hem of her uniform, brazenly penetrating beneath it.

“I warned you, you won’t beat us,” Ethan whispered against her lips, grabbing her hair painfully and clenching it in his fist.

“Diaz, that name sounds familiar,” Michael realized.

” It was her parents who had been murdered recently, and Pen was their little girl.”

“That’s crazy. If she was so rich, why was she serving us?” Kevin wondered.

” Maybe she likes it. Subjugating and humiliating herself? Maybe she’s a masochist.” George gave his friends an idea.

“Ethan, this is your round. You know what to do,” he turned to him, then let Pen go, stepping away from her.

“Of course I do,” he agreed and looked at her.

” Don’t touch me,” she warned him as Ethan ran his fingers over her arm. Then he moved his palm to her cheek, which he stroked gently.

“Your rebelliousness turns me on a lot more than your submissiveness.”

“I don’t care.”

“Pen, we’re going to be seeing a lot more of you than you think. Deal with it.”

“I don’t want to see you.”

“Do I disgust you that much?”

“Yes, I hate you.”

“I’m sick of you,” Ethan said, and in an instant he made her shut up in the most effective way he could think of. The kiss was passionate and he didn’t want to stop, but Pen pushed him away.

“You idiot, you jerk!” She was indignant.

“Ethan, the little one has a temper,” George remarked.

“She’ll be all the more interesting,” he answered and walked toward Pen again.

“Leave me alone, don’t come near her.”

“You be quiet and behave yourself,” he said angrily.

“Open the door and let me out, please, Ethan,” she asked.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Ethan, please open the door.”

“Pen, I don’t think my friends would appreciate it.”

“Your friends don’t care about anything, you know that very well.”

“But I do care.”

“Ethan, please.”

“Okay, but we’ll talk tomorrow at Juilliard,” he said and opened the door for her.

“Ethan, have you decided to let her go? But we weren’t in agreement.”

“She is my concern.”

“We also wanted to evaluate her dancing abilities. And you didn’t let us do that,” Michael said indignantly.

“She’s not a stripper, she’s a professional dancer. That’s not the same thing.”

“Well, she’d have to do a striptease for us,” George declared.

“George, calm down.”

“Ethan, do you have a crush on her? You’re overprotecting her.”

“No, that’s impossible,” Ethan tried to deceive them and himself, because deep down he liked her.

“Well, then invite us all to practice tomorrow, and we’ll evaluate her dancing skills.”

“Okay,” he agreed right away, though he was worried.

“Good, then Beth will serve us now, and we’ll go our separate ways. And we’ll meet tomorrow at the Juilliard Dance Hall,” his friend concluded.

“Okay, we agree,” everyone else agreed with him, looking forward to tomorrow. Oh, yes, they’re going to take it out on this little girl tomorrow.