Chapter Four

In those months that followed, Lisa became a woman. The shy girl who had arrived almost by accident in Hamburg, gradually gained confidence in herself. You could see it by many small signs: the more direct glances to the people, and the way they reacted.
Her colleagues for example, that on her arrival were staring at her with a barely concealed annoyance, now seemed constantly suffer her presence, in a kind of obsequious respect: they hardly sustained the look of her eyes, they were moving by as she was passing through the corridors of backstage. Lisa then, more and more aware of her physical presence, she had fully abandoned the military boots and was moving decisively in the local, with her erect shoulders, swaying her hips on increasingly high-heeled shoes. In the few moments of dialogue she was interposing between herself and the other girls that gigantic breasts that seemed somehow to intimidate them.
The other girls, they implicitly admitted her superiority, even in virtue of the earnings that grew up almost instantly. Gunther had obviously put Lisa in the core of the strip club: Lisa knew the pleasure of being able to provide everything to herself, and this fact placed her over the other strippers.

With the men it was a different story. Lisa didn’t even notice them. She avoided their eyes, like she always had done before, but now she was leaking out not the embarrassment, but the annoyance for their attentions: in her thoughts they had no reason to exist, if not tied to a chair, as an instrument of pleasure .
Spring had arrived and Lisa had replaced her heavy sweaters with lighter shirts that were extolling the abundance of her forms. Now she was no more concerned, as she did in the past, to cause inappropriate reactions in passersby, but this could also lead to some problems: in her increasingly frequent shopping tours around the city Gunther made her discreetly followed by two of his most trusted bouncer. "They only have the assignment of protecting you from malicious guys" - he said once, even if at the same time he wanted to make sure that she wasn’t receiving any other job offers. In the Red Light District of Hamburg Lisa had soon become a celebrity.
After six months, Lisa loved her work. She was a successful woman, respected by the staff of the club and literally revered by her clients. And, for a series of strange combinations, it was there, for the first time, that she had felt sexually fulfilled and she had reached an orgasm. Certainly, in a quite unusual way, but on the other hand to have physical relations with men in her thoughts was absolutely terrifying. Lisa was understanding that she was excited not by men, but by the power she could exert over them, by the state of veneration to which they could fall in. So many of them, in her private performances, they started raving speeches, the younger ones about how they could make her cum to the exhaustion riding on her as a mare, the oldest ones about how they would have covered her with gold if she only would have let them touch those mountains of meat.
All this increased his contempt for mankind, but at the same time sexually excited her, knowing from her experience that at the end everyone would have lost the use of the word, ready to be thrown into the pigsty of their sole owner, their personal Circe.

It was on one evening in May, while in the office upstairs they were waiting for the start of the show, drinking something, that Gunther for the umpteenth time opened her eyes.
"Lisa ..." Gunther said, catching her attention.
"Have you ever wondered why all the girls in the nightclubs change local, or even city, every three or four months?"
"Not really." Replied the girl. She thought about it for a while and then said: "Probably because the customers want to see something new ... because they get tired of seeing the same shows and the same dancers ... "
"And if I tell you that it’s instead just the opposite?"
Lisa looked at him blankly and shrugged his shoulders.
"For a nightclub owner the problem begins not when the customers get tired, but when they grow fond of the girls. In this world we are living there are no real sentiments, everything is kind of distorted: it’s a condemnation that makes even a normal feeling to become, without anyone noticing, unhealty. And sometimes dangerous. Here there is no room for normal human relationships: we are selling sex, or its substitute, and love between two persons excludes that sex can be sold. In this little world there can be no love and there can be no jealousy: but the real world is another thing ... "
The girl tried to follow the course of his thoughts: she understood the meaning, but she couldn’t understand how this could be applied to her.
Gunther got up and walked to the small window cut into the wood panels, from which he could see the room below.
"Lisa, come here a moment, please." Lisa got up off the couch and joined him.
"See that man over there sitting at the table, in the front row next to the runway?
"Ha ha," said Lisa: "Mr. Schmidt is one of my best customers."
"No Lisa, that is your worst customer."
The girl looked surprised at him and laughed a jolly laugh.
"Come on, Gunther! He’s been coming here for months and he has left in your pocket at least thirty thousands euro! Is that a bad customer!? "
Gunther smiled, then turned and sat back down.
"I have know this man a long time ago, he’s been coming here for many years. Before you arrival just one or two times a month, very discreet. Now, since you're here, he is here three times a week, always at that table. Just without speaking about your private shows. "
Lisa was beginning to understand ... Gunther went on.
"He has been left by his wife two weeks ago, he was indebted to the lenders and in a few months he will have to sell the store that his family has owned for decades. In a year he will be ruined. These are the problems of a night club manager. "
Lisa now understood and, sitting on the couch, looked down towards the ground.
"You want me to go?"
The man looked at her with raised eyebrows. "By God, no!" He said.
"Well?"
"See Lisa, I'm tired of this work. I already sold the premises to Jay, because he’s a nice person who has been with me from the very beginning. But I want to make you a proposal. "
Now Lisa was listening intently.
"I own a villa up on the hills of Ibiza, which I bought years ago: I fixed it and I must say that it’s really a paradise, especially for someone who’s born and raised in Hamburg. Tomorrow night I’m leaving: I would like you to come with me ... "
Lisa was now confused, she had not expected such a proposal, not from Gunther.
He looked at her and read her thoughts.
"It’s a waste of time for you here, Lisa. You have the potential to become the greatest model in the world, a phenomenon like no one has ever seen. The world is waiting for someone like you. "
Lisa smiled and his eyes lit up.
"So, if you like, we could take a vacation and think about it while eating lobster on the beach. You can always come back here at any moment. "
Lisa seemed to think it over more than necessary. She was puzzled, especially for the lobster.
The next day they were flying in the sun, above the clouds, towards a brand new life.