Babysitter for the CEO

Vanessa smiled as she pushed open the door for beginners. She saw a man in his late 30s. He had dyed his hair blue and looked smoking hot with his brushed up fringe hairstyle.

His blue eyes looked wild. He was tall and tan-skinned. He wore a black t-shirt and green shorts. He walked about correcting the trainees.

“Arelia, go a little lower. Mel, why are you distracted? This isn’t a playground. Nylie, what’s with your expression? Is Dexter a monster? Get closer!”

Vanessa slowly closed the doors behind her.

The man turned his attention to her immediately.

“Hello miss Vanessa, you are welcome!” the man greeted.

She gasped with widened eyes.

“You know my name?” she asked.

“Yeah. I was notified a few minutes ago that you’ll be coming here. Alright, once again, welcome to our beginner tango dance class. Mr Collen said you needed extra help as you are a stiff wood that could break at anytime.” he said, extending his right hand for a handshake.

“Mr Collen said so?” Vanessa couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Don’t take it to heart. For today, you just need to familiarize yourself with the others and watch them practice. Oh, silly me. I’m Frederick McKay.”

“Hehe, it’s nice to meet you and be under your tutelage.” she said with a forced smile and shook his hand.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Nice to see you too.” he retracted his hand and placed it in his shorts’ pocket.

He then turned to face the others.

“Guys, we have a stiff belle joining us today. Be sure to give her VIP treatment so she can familiarize herself with you guys and be able to watch you guys perform.” he said with a knowing smile and walked to the end of the hall to sit on a chair. He took out a bottle of water and drank its content in one go.

Then he took out his phone and a black headphone, which he wore.

“I’m going to music land. I need no disturbance, dummies.” he said before folding his hands and closing his eyes after placing his phone back in his shorts’ pocket.

Vanessa looked at the trainees, who were smiling rather weirdly at her. It seemed creepy.

“Hehe, hello everyone… I’m here to learn.” she said nervously while retreating until her back hit the door.

“Miss Vanessa, we’re happy to have you here. As master instructed, we’ll give you the best VIP treatment for a stiff beauty. Don’t worry, you’ll thank us with tears- happy tears!” said a slightly chubby but fine teenager of 17.

“Can I change the dance type to maybe… Waltz?” she asked in a low tone of voice.

“You can but will still get VIP treatment plus massage.” replied another trainee in her early 20s.

“Can I quit?” Vanessa asked again.

“No, unless you’ve attended at least 10 classes. If you decide to quit now, you can pay 30 million as apology to the institute and then 500, 000 dollars as wine offering and atonement for your sin.” another trainee replied.

Vanessa looked at Frederick and tried to run to him, but the trainees blocked her.

“What is the feature of the VIP treatment?” she asked in defeat.

A man in his late 20s brought her a list.

She took it and glanced through.

VIP treatment options:

1. Splits attempt (3 hours).

2. Frog jump (from the entrance to the extreme of the hall) 50 times.

3. Crab walk (70 minutes)

4. Run on the treadmill at highest speed. (One hour)

5. Ride motorcycle stance. (2 hours at least)

6. 200 strokes of cane on the butt.

Her face further ashened as she stared at Frederick, who was shaking his head to music.

“Is… Isn’t there another option?” she asked nervously.

“Well, there is. We’ll play a song for you and you have to learn the lyrics in 5 minutes. Then you sing for us. If you can wake up the master with your angelic voice, you can get his coaching immediately. I was able to do that and look at me.” the female trainee spun around and jumped, then did a perfect split on the floor.

Vanessa swallowed saliva.

“Don’t be anxious. You have two options. If one doesn’t work for you, then probably the second will. Our master is very kind. Other classes don’t have this privilege. Count yourself lucky.” said a male trainee with red shoulder-length hair.

She thought to herself: “I am considered lucky? Collen, Collen, you do know how to keep a grudge don’t you? You are toast by the time I’m free.”

“I choose to sing.” she decided, and the trainees clapped for her.

“I’m a fairy. I should be able to sing, plus my voice is good.” she thought and forced a weak smile.

A wireless mic was given to her and a trainee started to play a song. She knew that song, so she didn’t need to learn the lyrics.

“Wow, you are lucky. Alright, let’s hear you sing an acappella.” a teenage boy said and clapped.

They then sat cross-legged on the floor and stared at her like she had ten legs.

Vanessa dropped her bag and cleared her throat.

Then she closed her eyes and started to sing the first line.

She immediately opened her eyes in shock. She stared at the audience, who had their mouths open.

“What?” she asked.

“Your voice is… enough to kil a king in his sleep.”

“It’s very unusual.”

“Just tell her the truth. It’s terrible and annoying; it’s like a mosquito. or lion trying to sing. Blergh!” Nylie said.

Vanessa stared at Frederick, who had taken off his headphones.

“She’s right, miss firewood.” he said. “Choose something else; though I’d advise you to just take 200 strokes of cane. Don’t worry, that thin boy will do it. He’s the weakest here, apart from you.”

“I’m not weak.” Vanessa snapped.

“Plus 100. Here I was thinking to minus 100 from the initial 200 out of pity. Well, since you are strong, let’s add another 50.” Frederick said and wore back his headphones.

“I haven’t even decided…”

“Miss Vanessa, master chose for you. It’s rare and shows he wants you to learn well. Come on, lay on that bench. Mario will hit you. Don’t worry, his lashes aren’t painful.” another trainee whispered.

The Mario in question was short and slim, with black curly hair. His eyes were a hazel brown and his lips were chestnut colored. He had a mole on his neck.

“Miss Vanessa, let me give you your chosen VIP treatment.” he pointed to the bench. “Please, go lay on it on your belly.”