5- Night Dancer, In Danger

Helena arrived from school exhausted, but with a hint of hope, she knew that she had done well on the anatomy exam, although while she was solving the questions, which for her were a piece of cake, she had not been able to stop thinking about that mysterious man who it constantly distracted her from the paper in front of her.

Especially when she got to the male anatomical part.

Her cheeks flushed when she saw his male private parts, as if she were an embarrassed child, she had to cover them with her hand, unable to look at the image of her without thinking about what that man would be like down there.

She entered the family's food joint calmer than ever, knowing that the bullies wouldn't bother them until next month.

But when she found her uncle crying against the counter she knew something wasn't right.

"Uncle?" She asked, approaching the man. "What's wrong?" What's going on?

The man sobbed into silence without responding.

-Uncle… please answer, tell me what happened.

The man shook his head, which was hidden between his arms against the furniture.

"I screwed up, I screwed up..." he murmured piteously.

The brunette raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Don't worry, man, tell me what's happening and we'll be able to solve it," she exclaimed, not being very sure.

The man lifted her face and forcefully wiped away her tears.

The young woman waited for him to calm down so she could tell him what was happening.

-I screwed up Clarita, I lost the money….

-That? N-no I don't understand…. The bullies are coming any minute. Don't you have the money? Did they steal it? - She said the latter full of anger.

The man shook his head and avoided his gaze in shame, unable to look his niece in the eyes.

He had disappointed her again, he was miserable, a leech.

-I thought that if he bet we could have more money. We could have enough to pay for several months!

-Uncle…

"I swear Clarita, I had a feeling that this time I was going to win, I felt it, please believe me," she pleaded, praying that her niece would believe her.

"Uncle... you have a problem, a very serious one," she said worried.

The man felt defeated.

-I promise to change, this time for real.

The brunette lowered her head, letting her hair fall over her face and she sighed heavily through her nose, then she stood up, moving her hand away from her uncle's shoulder and walked towards her exit, taking her backpack. her.

-Where are you going Clarita?

"To get the money before the thugs come," she said, leaving the store.

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-But just look if she's my favorite dancer, Lola! "I knew you were going to come back pretty!" exclaimed the owner of the club, extending his arms around Helena's body, who tensed but didn't say anything, she really needed the money and only had a couple of hours to raise it before it was too much. late.

-Yes... Do you have work for me? "I really need the money urgently," she exclaimed, trampling on her dignity.

"You already know where the dressing room is, choose what you want and get on stage, the rest you already know what to do," she exclaimed, patting her back dangerously low. "Oh by the way... you know that the more you make, the more money those men are going to give you," she exclaimed, winking at him.

Helena didn't quite understand what she meant by that.

Do more?

She couldn't do anything but dance sensually or at least try, but nothing more.

She hadn't even given his first kiss to hers since 28 years old, the mere idea of giving her virginity to a random man for a couple of bills made her stomach turn.

“No, I don't need to do any of that to get the money.”

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Helena's uncle was sweeping the premises before lowering the blinds, when the bell on the door rang.

"It's already closed, I'm sorry," he exclaimed without looking up from the broom. But when he saw that the customers' feet were not turning toward the door, he exclaimed, even more irritated, "I said…."

When the man saw that it was not two clients who were in front of him, but those two thugs who already had every tattoo on their dangerous faces, the man swallowed nervously.

"Herrera... we came for what was ours," exclaimed the thinnest one, the one who always talked.

The uncle held the wooden handle of the broom tightly and raised it in the air with the intention of defending himself from the bullies, but unfortunately, he was a weakling next to the almost seven-foot big guy who held the broom handle like if it were a weak twig, pulling it forcefully away from the uncle.

The man trembled in his place, realizing that he had no escape, they were blocking his only way out to the street.

"Does that mean you don't have our money?" asked the thinnest one.

-J-just give me a few more hours, I swear I'll make it.

The bully shook his head, pretending to be disappointed.

"Oh Herrera, if I didn't know you, I'd feel sorry for you, I swear," he exclaimed as he got closer, making the man step back and hit his back hard against the counter. "But since I know you're a rat, I don't have any qualms with you." It's a shame, you know?

-Please.

-What did you spend the money on this time? In alcohol? In sluts? "Tell me..." he exclaimed, amused.

"I-I swear I don't..." he said with a trembling voice.

The thug boss nodded to his partner, who pulled out a gun and pointed it at the guy's head.

The man's eyes widened when he heard the gun's safety release.

-You know very well that I don't like lies, you also know that I don't have much patience. What's more...- the thug got closer to the guy- If I kill you now, I would be doing Clarita a favor, don't you think? She would get a hindrance out of his way.

The uncle closed his eyes and clenched his jaw tightly as he felt the cold weapon pressed into his chest.

"It was Helena!" He shouted loudly.

-Clear?

-Yeah! It was her! She took the money! I told her not to do it, that she should think about the place and our lives, but she made fun of you and took it away.

The bully, who was not very intelligent, raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

-What did she say?

-That they were idiots, airheads, that they were the boss's lapdogs.

The uncle could see how the man turned red with anger, regretting his words.

But he was so afraid, he didn't want to die.

-Where is she now?

“I'm sorry Clarita.”

-In the club “Paraíso” she is working there.

The big guy took the gun out of his head and finally the guy sighed in relief. What he didn't expect was for him to hit him in the head with a rifle butt, making him bleed.

"That's for being a vile traitor," the bully exclaimed with disgust, spitting in his face.

Both men left there, leaving the uncle bloody on the ground.

“I just hope nothing happens to Helena,” he thought.

“Please Helena, she gets the money as soon as possible.”
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"Boss..." the thinnest thug exclaimed scared.

-What do you want, useless? Where is my money? - His boss asked.

The head of the thugs was a handsome young man but very dangerous and with money, a lot, but at the cost of stealing it from the poorest.

In short, one more scum of society.

The bully shifted nervously before saying:

-We don't have it yet, sir.

-Like what not? Didn't you threaten them like I told you?

-Yes sir! But Helena, the owner of the place…

-What's with her?

-She She took the money, we were about to go look for it at the “Paraíso” club But since it's not our area...

“Did that woman work in that seedy dive bar full of sluts and unpleasant men?” He wondered deep inside him and a lascivious gleam appeared in his demonic eyes.

-Don't worry... I'll take care of it. Leave before I regret it.

"Yes, sir!" They both exclaimed, running from there before his boss took it out on them.

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Sensual and slow music played in the club, the lights were low and it was reddish colors that made Helena's tanned skin stand out and her brown hair shine even more.

Her red sequin dress shone on its own and her figure moved gracefully around the pipe and to the rhythm of the music.

Helena looked at her audience, a bunch of depraved old men who kept shouting nasty things at her that she had been ignoring all damn night.

When suddenly, her honey-colored eyes landed on a younger face she had not seen before.

“He's handsome,” she thought as she took another turn on the pipe.

With blonde hair perfectly combed back, piercing blue eyes and a black suit that surely cost more than his own life.

“This one does have money,” she thought desperately, just when the young man sent her a radiant and luminous smile.

Helena couldn't help but smile back at her, maybe that way she would give her a juicy tip and she could go home earlier.

Helena made a few more turns on the pipe when she saw the handsome young man wave his hand at her.

Helena approached the edge of the stage and the blonde walked slowly towards her with sensual movements worthy of a Greek God.

"Hello, darling..." he purred with a charming voice.

"Hello," she said softly.

-What is your name?

-Lola…-

"Lola, huh... My name is Demian," she exclaimed, taking the young woman's hand and kissing it carefully.

Helena wanted to remove her hand, the man had kissed her in the same place as the mysterious man with black hair, but for some reason she had not felt the same, instead, she felt the rejection and disappointment that those lips erased those of the thug. from the alley.

-You must be tired from dancing so much...

-Actually yes…

-How about you have a drink with me?

"I... I don't know," she exclaimed unsurely.

-Don't worry, it's just a drink, nothing more and I can give you a good tip for it, I just want your company.

Helena seemed to think about it for a moment, the man's gaze did not seem to hide other intentions, his smile seemed genuine. Maybe he was a very lonely man, who wanted to have a quiet talk with someone.

A drink did nothing for him, he could take advantage of it to rest and he would also receive the money he needed.

"Okay, just let me tell my boss," she exclaimed, walking away from the man.

Demian smiled victoriously and went to the bar.

"Two Martini please," he indicated to the bartender who quickly prepared them for him.

Demian looked both ways, before pouring a white powder into Helena's glass and mixing it until it blended with the drink.

The brunette arrived and he sat next to the blonde on a high stool.

-Here, baby. "You deserve it," he said smiling.

Helena smiled in response and drank thirstily, she was really dying of thirst after so long dancing without rest.

Demian watched her in silence, as her neck rose and fell as the adulterated liquid slid down the young woman's throat.

Helena didn't notice it, but at that moment the young man's radiant smile transformed into a dark and dangerous one.

--

Iván burst into the club, opening the door wide. He scanned the place with his black eyes, searching the crowd for the young brunette.

He looked at each of the young women, although they were all beautiful, none of them were his girl.

-Excuse me….

The owner of the place turned with annoyance towards the young gangster, but when he saw who it was, he turned pale.

-Mr. Withe! -He exclaimed, bowing as a sign of respect- I-I am proud that you come to my bar...

-Yes… yes… - he exclaimed impatiently - Tell me… Does one of your girls call herself Lola?

-Eh... yes, but I have other better girls than...

"No, I love her," he said with a hard look.

The man swallowed nervously at the intimidating gaze of the Sol group's eldest son and now boss.

-S-She is currently in a private room with another man, sir, I'm sorry, but...

-Tell me where she is before I make them all disappear with a snap of my fingers.