Hello, CEO! Don't Play With Me

Giselle reads the script given to her before starting the shoot this time. Her face was already made up, not a flaw was created there. It's like God didn't want any mistakes when sculpting this alabaster-white skinned girl's face. Not to mention her perfectly proportioned posture.

SEO Fashion is lucky to have a model like Giselle Namiozuka. And this year is the year where the peak of Giselle's career is at its highest.

"I just have to do this, right?" asked Giselle as she handed over the sheet she had finished reading. To Brina who was never far away from her. a woman who was actually beautiful but covered by a face and speech that often sounded fierce. It was not without reason that Brina displayed her fierceness. Dealing with Giselle did have to be firm.

Otherwise... she don't know what would have happened.

"Yes." Brina sighed softly. "Come on, I've given you slack for eating today. Don't let Justin know." She pulled out one of the jars of chocolate cookies from one of the girl's favorite bakeries. In fact, because she bought so often at the same outlet, and knew that her customer was her number one fan, the bakery did not hesitate to give Giselle a special price and a generous bonus.

"But I need to calm my mind, Brina," Giselle said while giving a babyish look. Her eyes glazed over as her hand gently reached for the jar Brina was holding. "Just a little. I won't break it again the next day. I'll definitely follow your directions for the diet.

Brina chuckled in annoyance. "That little bit of yours took up an entire jar, Giselle."

"Pleasssseeee," Giselle said in a seductive voice.

Actually, Brina could not bear it but she should not be complacent. "No." She walked away with the jar. "That's enough. Five minutes to your session, Giselle. I'll call the MUA to check your hairdo and the dress you've worn. Don't let any part of it go wrong. You know, Justin is a perfectionist with results."

Giselle scowled. Her arms were folded across her chest. No matter what Brina said, she preferred to look away. She didn't care if anyone was watching but it was impossible. She was in a special room where only she and Brina were free to go back and forth to take care of her needs.

On purpose.

She doesn't really like joining in with other models. Or being friendly with other people in the studio. Giselle has her own trauma with friendliness. Nor does she want people to know what her true nature is like. It's not a bad thing, but Giselle only shows who she is to the people she trusts and that includes Brina.

Not wanting to remember the time when she was saddened by the familiarity of others, she chose to recline comfortably on the sofa, waiting for her turn to show off the dresses made by Justin that will become her summer collection this time.

"Chocolate can relieve stress." She massaged her temples lightly. "Damn it!"

He immediately grabbed the cell phone on the table. Full of boredom, he just played the phone randomly. Until the cell phone vibrates where it displays one message, incoming. Making his forehead wrinkle because there is no sender's name. Not even a text message sent but a photo.

"Who, huh?" she asked curiously but her fingers swiftly opened the message. And she regretted opening that message so much. Her past self... half-naked, dancing with such erotic movements.

Giselle has never forgotten this dark part of her life. Not even one day could she erase it from her memory. Whatever activities she did in there, complete with the glittering lights and the strong smell of alcohol, could not be erased from her past.

However, who has dared to explore it so far?

Giselle's hands were shaking as she held her cell phone. Shortly after the photo, another message came in.

+6388900124:

What if this gets out?

***

"Damn it!"

Giselle threw away the bag that had been slung over her shoulder. Her breathing was ragged. Her hands were still shaking. Her eyes were also not very focused on her surroundings. She don't know how God made her calm during today's photoshoot.

Though today was the final day of a long trip to Long Island. The beaches in the southeastern part of the state are very beautiful. It fits perfectly with the theme of this photo shoot. Justin's summer theme is mostly low-cut and brightly colored florals.

Justin had warned him not to let his concentration be divided. Not that he didn't trust Giselle's way of working, not at all. Giselle understood Justin's warning a few days ago.

"You know, this collection is to complement you at your highest peak, Giselle. That show you did three months ago was a real attention-grabber. And because of that, you have to keep everything. Keeping is harder than taking."

Giselle smiled broadly. Every time she spoke to the man she considered to be her angel without wings, she never let her eyes wander. Only at Justin. "I understand."

Justin lifted his gaze from the many photos of Giselle spread across the table. There were mostly no gaps but as someone who had the final say on which photos to use, Justin couldn't afford to be careless in his decision.

"Do you need anything?" asked Justin, returning the gaze intently. "Tell me. If you want anything before going to Long Island, don't hesitate to tell me."

"Are you coming?" asked Giselle without hesitation.

Justin smiled slightly. He shifted his seat slightly and reached out to stroke the top of Giselle's head. "You know I'm busy, right? You went with Brina and Nico. They must be taking good care of you."

Giselle pouted. "It's been a while since you accompanied me to a photo shoot. You said you had a vacation planned. When?"

Justin chuckled. "Stop sulking. I really have a lot on my plate. You'll get through it just fine like always, right?"

In order to get a compliment from Justin, Giselle nodded. No matter, she also had to understand that a man like Justin was not someone who could relax easily. Especially after a successful performance that brought him to the highest peak he could reach.

"Be patient. When the time comes, let's take a vacation together."

Perhaps it was that remark that brought Giselle's focus back at the last second before she struck many poses. Showing off the curves of her outfit. As well as highlighting some of the important parts in Justin's design. And thank God, there were no problems until the end of the session. In fact, as usual, the photographer praised Giselle Namiozuka's level of professionalism.

"Why is something like this coming to me?"

She reached again for the cell phone in her bag. Fortunately, the phone was resilient. Otherwise, it might have been damaged because Giselle threw the bag with full force. It even caused one of the displays to fall over and crack. Giselle fiddled with it for a while and then stared intently at the numbers and photos that now filled her phone screen.

She swiped the green icon on the end of the phone. Soon, the phone line was connected.

"What do you want?"

The familiar sounds that continued to deafen her but were her accompaniment tonight, would not stop until the appointed time. From the moment his feet stepped into the already packed room, she knew there was nowhere for him to go back to. Other than following the rhythm, there was nothing she could do.

Who will sustain his life in the cruelty of the capital city? No one.

"Wow, Nami's here!"

The sound was a sign of the music and the festive atmosphere. The blonde-haired girl with beautiful eyes only smiled faintly. The skirt covering her thighs, with tasseled access that swayed seductively. She had a posture that she could use as a charmer. Not to mention her face was like a modern-day Aphrodite. Too dazzling to keep looking at only unfortunately, her fate is not as beautiful as the face she has.

"Thank you for waiting." Giselle widened her smile even more. Fixing the mask she wore as a trademark when she performed. She accepted a handshake and headed for the stage where she would perform her pole dance skills.

In the center is a fairly famous club on the edge of the city, and it is because of this show that their number of visitors rises day by day.

"Ah... look! Nami is beautiful!"

"You really are a little tease, Nami!"

"Come on! Show us your skills!"

"I've prepared a lot of money to touch you, dear."

"Ahhh, I can't wait down here. Nami... look at me!"

"Nami, I'm your fan!"

It's not just the male patrons who are making noise, the women who are guests at the club, even though their gazes are glazed over in distaste, are still gushing with praise and can't wait to see how Giselle performs tonight. Those voices accompany every move Giselle makes. She begins with her hands firmly gripping the prepared pole. Her eyes are closed, trying to focus on what she will do in a moment.

"Hang in there, me. Don't complain, no one will hear you," she said to herself, but on her lips she wore a smile as sweet as honey. Her eyes sharpened to take in her surroundings. She began to use her hands as his main support. Then her legs, which were wrapped around the pole, turned slowly. Letting her flowing hair almost touch the floor she had been standing on.

It kept moving as if it was the master of the pole that was its main support. At about one-third the height of the pole, she began to spin to a rhythm that made her heart beat faster. Adjusting to the music in the background of this dimly lit room.

Her hand reached out to touch the faces of one guest after another who surrounded her. Smiling to greet them with a seductive glance that she perfectly created. Which made the men start to burn with desire. Who didn't want to get Giselle's touch just once but many times. Even when the girl stops spinning, she focuses her body and movements on her legs. Which is wrapped around the pole and gripped firmly on the other leg.

She deliberately inflated his chest to continue to be the center of attention. Even her free hand, deliberately tracing his limbs very slowly. Tempting. And emphasized that she was indeed created with a lot of charm. The thigh-length dress had such a low-cut chest. Her white skin was tempered by colorful lights, making her a true star in the crowd.

The faces that she had touched earlier, now looked eager to feel just a little bit of the woman's body that was spinning slowly and occasionally shaking her hair slowly. Sexy and seductive. Unfortunately, Giselle could not be carelessly touched.

There is a certain code of conduct that all guests who want to see the show must abide by; they are not allowed to touch Giselle even a fingernail. However... there are exceptions for guests who are willing to pay a premium. Very expensive.

Who wouldn't lust after an angel in a club like this? Whatever the price, as long as they can touch Giselle, it doesn't matter. So they thought.

When the show stopped, cheers immediately filled the first floor of the club where she worked. was Giselle done? Not at all. This is exactly what they were waiting for; Giselle dancing on the table.

"Shit! I can't take it anymore!" said one of the diners as Giselle lay down on the table. She closed her eyes as she traced her own stomach, giving an expression as if she was being groped by many hands nearby.

Especially when she squeezed her own chest. Although the music was getting louder, it was as if they could hear Giselle's sighs from her expression. Who seemed to enjoy what was done on the table.

"I really want to enjoy your body, Nami!"

Giselle took a quick glance at the man who had just made a sound. She just threw a kiss from her hand and returned to her nosy ogling.

"This club is famous for the quality of its women. I can't wait to go up to the second floor."

"You're right."

All of them who could only enjoy Giselle's performance, who were so tempted that they could not restrain their lust, chose to immediately approach the woman they could hire just to vent their desires that were already on the edge. If they held back, they might go crazy. Because Giselle's performance was just a prelude to them spending a lot of money here.

For almost an hour Giselle twirled here and there, teasing those who were still faithfully watching her performance. Occasionally, she let their hands touch the ends of her hair. Or just on the surface of the skin on her breasts, just to slip in a tip. Giselle smiled even wider as her heart screamed in disapproval.

But she really couldn't get out of hell like this.

Her choice; her parents end up in intensive care or she must be willing to do whatever Jilly asks. The owner of the club where she works.

"As usual, you are popular," Jilly said as she approached her. She put on a large kimono to partially cover Giselle's body. On stage, Giselle's body could be enjoyed by anyone. Afterward, Jilly was also a little possessive of her walking assets.

Though Giselle doesn't feel the need to cover up anymore. she's used to being naked, right?

Giselle had nothing to say even though her steps continued to accompany Jilly.

"There are guests waiting for you in the VIP room. Serve them well."

"B-but Jilly, our agreement is only a week or so-"

Jilly gave Giselle a reluctant look. "Your mom's surgery cost a lot, right? I've already paid some of it so that they can continue her treatment. You can rest easy."

Giselle had no more words to say against the beautiful woman in the red dress. The woman's smile also continued to appear, occasionally Giselle heard her greeting invited guests who accidentally passed by them. She was also very friendly to anyone who tried to flirt with her.

She was sick of it.

Very fed up.

"Get ready." Jilly opened the door for Giselle in the room reserved for the women who worked under Jilly's control. Some of them glanced at Giselle who stepped into this well-lit room.

"Don't keep my guests waiting, Nami." Using her forefinger, Jilly slightly lifted the tip of Giselle's chin so that they were looking at each other. "You must look your best. And don't think of running away or your mother's life is at stake."

BLAM!

The door was closed rather roughly by Jilly. Making Giselle squeeze her kimono tightly.

"Forced to serve guests?" asked one of them. Lina was her name. Inside the room, there were three people doing hairdos and making sure they were ready if they were booked at any time by the visitors who were arriving later and later. Making the atmosphere on the ground floor even more lively.

"Isn't this our job?" Deasy giggled. "Never mind. You better drink up, Nami. Relax, I'm not meddling in it. Don't doubt me."

"But I have to admit, you're getting good at the pole and the table." Jessica, who was sitting in the center, where she was very busy with her wavy hair, spoke up. "Do you practice every day, Nami?"

"Not really." Giselle smiled slightly. She accepted the hand of the mineral water bottle that was still tightly sealed. She opened it in one go and drank greedily. She did not care if the drops soaked her chest. There was a twisted feeling that struck her body. Not because of acid reflux or because he had eaten late. Not at all.

But it had to do with the fast-moving time in her life. In less than thirty minutes, she had to be in the VIP room like Jilly wanted.

"I heard that your mom is going through a pretty major surgery?" Deasy looked at Giselle sympathetically.

"That's how it is." Giselle did not know how to express her face. She was afraid that something very bad would happen to her. "I need to get through this night quickly. I have to see Mom in the morning before the surgery starts."

"I hope everything is okay, Nami." Deasy gave support to Giselle. Although it was only that, Giselle's heart was already very grateful.

"Thank you," Giselle said with a smile. She chose to sit in another corner a little further away from them, leaning back a little because of the sudden dizziness in her head. The performance had been exhausting. She wanted to take off the mask that covered part of her face but because she had to serve the guests, she could not carelessly show her face.

No.

She, the erotic dancing girl with a mask covering her beauty. That mysterious image must be maintained for who knows how long. As long as Mami Jilly's money could not be repaid, that was how long she served. To the commands and orders of a beautiful woman who is actually vile.

She just hoped... her guests would understand that he was tired.

She hoped for nothing more than her mother's recovery. She never thought that the guest would be the turning point of her dark life.