Free The Beginning by Lenox Hills

back wall is a long mirror. There is no sitting at the bar in front since the stage is raised so high up, but tables and chairs are set up far enough back that guys don’t have to crane their heads to look up at you. I walk on before the DJ says my name.
    “We have a special guest for you tonight, here visiting us from our sister club is LENOX!”
    He starts some song that I cannot hear since I am fuming and yelling at Jonathan in my head. I am a fool for liking him. I am a jerk for thinking he liked me. How could I be so stupid? I don’t even wait for half the song before I take off my dress and bra. I am dancing wildly, whipping my hair around like a video vixen, and shaking my tits & ass. I never look over where Jonathan is sitting; I don’t want to see who is dancing for him now. I don’t want to look at him. I hate him. I have turned around to face the mirror, closed my eyes and sway my hips from left to right as I raise my hands up my sides and into my hair so it comes up and then falls down my back. I am a sexy goddess. I am an angry sexy goddess.
     
    I spin around and there he is, at the bottom of my feet, standing up against the stage. He is smiling his sexy crooked smile and holding out a crisp one hundred-dollar bill. Jerk, I don’t want his money and sashay to the other end of the stage. Continuing to hold the bill out he moves down to where I am. Then I think, you know what? Screw him and I snatch the bill out of his hand, and head back to the other end. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him walk back to his table, with some other guys, and almost all the girls in the club. They all have drinks and are drinking and laughing. Everyone is having a great time. Fucker. 
     
    I cannot take this torture and already plan to get off stage after the song and tell the manager that I am sick and I need to go home. I am afraid I might even cry. The song ends, and I walk off the stage and straight back over to the big guy. I can feel Jonathans eyes on my as I walk across the club back over near the door.
    “Lenox” I hear, but keep going.
    “Lenox” again, but I don’t turn around.
    I get to the big guy, “Hey, I’m sorry but I have a really bad…” and there is a tap on my shoulder. I ignore it. I continue, “A really bad headache, and I’d like to go home.”
    There is another tap on my shoulder, “Lenox, turn around.” I hear Jonathan tell me, but I ignore him.
    “So, can I leave?” I ask the big guy.
    “Fine have it your way.” I hear Jonathan say. Good, leave me alone. Suddenly he is standing next to me; he grabs my wrist and twirls me towards him. Ugh, I hate him. Holding onto my left wrist, he bends down a little, puts his head under my right armpit and throws me up and over his left shoulder. WHAT? What the hell is he doing? I am now bent over his shoulder and he is holding me around the back of my knees and walking away from the big guy, who is smiling I see when I look up. Great, no help there. I can’t believe that kidnapping is ok here. Nobody is doing a thing. Jonathan walks across the club like he is carrying groceries. He takes me into a back room, behind some red velvet curtains and puts me down in a corner. This must be the champagne room here, very different, dark red and a bit brighter.
     
    Jonathan puts me down so I am standing in front of him, he keeps a hold of me by grabbing both my wrists and holding them down firmly at my sides.
    “You have some nerve picking me up like a sack of potatoes and I…” I begin to tell him off, and he looks at me for a moment before covering my mouth with his. I clamp my mouth shut and don’t move. I wriggle against his tight grasp but he has me in a stiff lock down, arms at my sides. Damn him. He keeps kissing me, trying to use his tongue to pry my lips open. I hate him. God he smells so good. He has this musky forest smell that makes me want to inhale him, bottle him and spritz it on my pillow so I can fall asleep to this scent. The more I