Hannah's POV:
The manager made Dario wait outside the room. If he were here inside, then it would have been helpful to me. I didn't know what to do. The masked man was staring at me vividly.
I wasn't able to move a muscle. What if I dance weirdly and he finds out that I am not a real stripper?
" Come to me, Honey," he called out.
I froze. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to touch me?
"Honey, don't get scared of me," the masked man said and got up from the couch. He stepped towards me." You are such a cute little thing."
I moved away from him immediately. But he kept on coming closer to me. " I am not going to hurt you, Honey. I just want to feel you," he whispered.
I realized that there was no more room to move away when my back hit the wall. He was just inches away from me now. His one hand was caressing my thigh, and with his other hand, he tried to touch my breasts.
