Dance For Me

*Dove POV*

I stand in the crowded locker room, with at least 10 other girls getting ready and a few more leaving for the night.

I try to avoid eye contact with the girls I know have been here way longer than I have, which happens to be, all of them.

I throw my heels into my small locker, that's no bigger than a foot wide and six feet tall. I grab out my silk black robe, covering my half naked body, getting ready to talk to the boss.

Corbyn, I think is what he said his name was. Corbyn Besson. Tall, at least six feet, soft brown hair, grey eyes. He's an attractive guy, but something about him doesn't sit right with me

"Watch it, Birdy." I look to my left, only to quickly flinch as someone slams my locker closed

"I'm sorry?" I raise my eyebrow to the chubby red head with flashy makeup and snot green lingerie

"You don't deserve that fucking locker." I look back and forth between the locker and the psycho, not understanding what I'm missing

"Stay in your lane, know your fucking place." The feisty, fake red head eyes me up and down before turning away in her black platform boots

"Don't mind Trixi, that's Bubbles old locker." A tall girl with curly black hair, gives me a weak smile, but she nods in acknowledgment

"Who's Bubbles?"

"She was a dancer, died a few weeks ago. She was a good friend." I lightly watch the way her white silk lingerie moves on her well toned body. Her dark skin popped with the makeup she chose.

"They call me Angel, by the way." She holds out her hand

"Dove." I smile, shaking her hand

"Are you done for the day?" Angel looks at the clock on the wall, reading two in the morning

"Yeah, I just have to find the boss's office, then I'm out of here."

"Its in the vip section, it's the only door with cherry wood, you'll find it!"

I give Angel a sweet thank you before wrapping my robe tightly around my body and headed out to the vip section, barefooted.

As I walk through, Daniel, the club manager, gives me a nod and a wink before pointing me in the right direction. I follow down a thin hallway before making it to the end, to a cherry wood door.

I knock twice with little power, not wanting to disturb

"Come in!" Corbyn calls out

I walk into the large office that's painted grey. Corbyn sits behind a black desk in a large black chair. Book shelves take over the walls, leaving no room for art.

Two small seats rest on the opposite side of Corbyn's desk.

Corbyn looks up from some papers spread out along his desk, he's wearing a pair of reading glasses and his suit jacket is laying on one of the empty chairs.

"Have a seat." I sit quietly in the empty seat, shivering slightly as my bare thighs touch the cold leather.

I notice a mark of my expensive lipstick on the lower part of his neck. I smile lightly, knowing he hasn't noticed it yet, he'll probably look silly when someone points it out.

"You wanted to see me?" Corbyn chuckles lightly as he nods, putting his small glasses onto the top of his head

"I need to explain some rules and get some information off you." oh bother

"Go ahead."

"First, I need you to fill this out." Corbyn sorts through his papers before handing me a sheet of paper and a pen.