"Is fake blushing a thing?"

A smirk formed on my lips as my eyes caught the famous, Mr. Anderson. You somehow weaseled your way out the last time but I won't let you get away so easily this time.

I took a seat beside him at the bar and signaled to the bartender, "Something to get me excited." The bartender nodded and mixed some stuff together before passing it to me.

He slid a black card to the bartender, "Her drinks are on me." I turned to him with the best smile I could muster, "Thanks." He returned the smile, "No problem." I desperately wanted to claw that stupid smile off his face.

I took a sip of my drink and my eyes went wide, this certainly has a kick to it. It's strong but not bitter, colorful but not too sweet. I turned to the bartender, "What is this?" A blush rose to the bartender's cheeks, "It's an original drink I made, you're the first to taste it."

"It's delicious."

He blushed once more, "Thank you ma'am." "Give me one of what she is having," Mr. Anderson ordered. The boy nodded with a bright smile and started mixing.

Mr. Anderson's gaze then landed on me and he blatantly stared at my half-naked body. "It's not nice to stare." He chuckled, "Forgive me, but it's hard not to stare at such a beautiful woman." I guess I should blush but how am I supposed to do that? Is fake blushing a thing?

I'm wasting time, I need to get the rest of the plan into action.

I smiled and made my way between his legs, "So-" I ran my hand slowly up his thigh, "Do you like what you see?"

The alcohol is doing amazing things to my confidence.

He leaned closer to my face, "I never thought you'd be this bold." I leaned closer to his face, "You're talking like you know me." He pulled me closer to him, "But I do"

I rose a brow, "Oh really?"

"You're a proper woman disguised as a whore. Hoping that someone will save you and take you away from the terrible life you are living. You need someone that will take care of you, love you and support you."

I bet he used those exact same words on my sister. Tears streamed from my eyes and I buried my face in his chest, "It's so hard to keep this up, acting like someone I am not." He caressed my hair as I sobbed in his firm chest, ruining his white shirt.

I deserve an Oscar.

I pulled away from his chest, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me and I got your shirt all messed up." He handed me a tissue from his pocket, "Don't worry about that."

He caressed my cheek, "I hate to see such a pretty woman cry." He looked me up and down, "I may have a spot for you in my agency." I tilted my head to the side and pretended to be confused, "Your agency?" He nodded, "I'm actually a producer, my clients call me Mr. Anderson."

I looked away shyly, "I don't really have any talents." He smiled, "That's okay, I'm currently looking for a personal assistant. The one I had quit yesterday."

I looked down, "I'm only sixteen, I don't think I'll fit well into that position." He gasped, "You're sixteen?" What, I can't pass for a sixteen year old? "You look very mature for your age."

I chuckled, "Yea, I get that a lot."

He looked at me seriously, "I don't want you doing this terrible job anymore, soliciting men is not a fitting job for your age." I looked away, "My mom is sick and I needed the money to pay for her medication. This was the only job I could think of that will pay enough money."

He looked at me with pity, "How long have you been doing this?" That's it Mr. Anderson, start feeling sorry for me. I shrugged, "I'm not sure, a few months I think."

He shook his head, "You must have at least one talent." I tapped my chin, "Well, I can do something, I wouldn't call it a talent but it's all I got."

I leaned to his ear, "Keep your eyes on me, Mr. Anderson."

I walked over to the pole at the center of the room and made eye contact with Cloey. She whispered something to the DJ and music immediately started blaring from the speakers.

We were finally at the final stage of my master plan. I've never done pole dancing before but I wasn't worried, I watched Hustlers 10 times. I'm basically a pro, I think.

Everyone's eyes were on me as I started my "performance". My heart raced and my nervousness started to kick in as a crowd formed around me. I took a deep breath as I wrapped my body around the pole, this is not the time to be nervous Katie.

I did my best to maintain eye contact with Mr. Anderson as I moved my body against the pole. I seductively licked my lips as I slowly went down the pole into a center split. Wow, haven't done that in a while. It didn't hurt as much I thought it would.

I turned my back to Mr. Anderson and bent over, my ass perfectly in his view. I did a handstand and wrapped my legs around the pole then used them to pull my upper body up. I had no idea what I was doing but I continued by doing some random dances on the pole.

I guess the crowd liked it. They cheered and flung money where I laid on the floor, I could make a living from this.

A large hand extended towards me, "Color me impressed." I took his hand and he pulled me towards him, "Was that performance for me?"

I smirked, "Maybe."

My back came in contact with a door upstairs as he somehow maneuvered his tongue into my mouth. Ew, I'll have to bleach my mouth later. He opened the door and threw me on the huge bed at the center of the otherwise empty room.

He hovered over me and began assaulting my neck while fondling my boobs. The things I do for that stupid sister of mine. My eyes went wide when I saw a very familiar vase near the side of the bed. What a coincidence. I adjusted my body on the bed while he was preoccupied with my breasts.

I successfully latched onto the vase and was about to swing it to his head when his hand suddenly grabbed my arm. The vase slipped from my grasp and shattered on the tiled ground.

He chuckled, "You're a fool if you think the same trick is going to work twice, Katherine Martinez."