Chapter 3
We walked past the bar to the back of the club, Kevin pointing out different things as we went.
“We’ll do a proper walkthrough once we’ve got you set up but this here he sa with me and Luciano as an expectation.”
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as he pointed to a keypad by a red door. “This is for the girls only, of course
He showed me the pin and we walked into the room. It was much bigger than the changing rooms at Thrive. It has a thick, plush red carpet and black walls Mirrors and makeup tables lined the walls, and a few girls were already seated and fixing themselves. I’m glad I’m not the only one who likes to be early.
“Hey! Ohhhh is this the new! girl you were telling me about Kevin!?”
This blonde barble looking explosion was bouncing out of her seat and practically skipping her way over in 8–inch pink stilettos. How she was even managing not to break her neck was beyond me. She had on a two piece bright pink leather bra and short shorts. Her breasts looked as though they might bounce up into her face and knock her out. Her platinum blond hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and she had makeup that made her look somewhat innocent if you didn’t look below her shoulders at the rest of her outfit
“I’m Candy!” she said as she pulled me in for a hug that honestly felt like I should be paying for with how much I could feel her breasts pushing up against
- me.
“Is that because you’re all sweet and bubbly and shit?” I said before I could even register the blatantly rude tone I was using.
“Ha! Exactly, sweet like Candy and they
ey all want a taste” she said giving me a wink.
“‘s your name?
“Oh sorry, Lilly” I said giving off a half smile.
“Nooo, girly you need a stage name! Lord knows my parents would never have named me Candy. We pick a stage name to protect ourselves from any creepers trying to weasel into our outside lives.”
“Oh, well I don’t have one.”
I didn’t need to tell her Lilly wasn’t even my real name so I never really thought it mattered if I used it in the clubs, if anyone ever tried to find me with that name, they wouldn’t. I made sure of that.
“Didn’t you get transferred here from another club?”
“So how did you protect yourself from creeps? What would have happened if someone used your name to say find out where you lived?”
“Oh well if anyone was a ‘creep‘ I’d just punch them in the balls, poke my fingers in their eyes or snap their arm or something” I said shrugging my shoulders.
Candys eyes went wide, Kevin visibly stiffened beside me, and I only just realized what I had said was definitely not a normal statement from a 5ft nothing female who was meant to be dainty and seductive,
After what felt like an eternity but was probably just a minute of holding my breath, she laughed, like she really laughed Bent over, holding her stomach Laughing. Wiping a stray tear from her eye before it could ruin her perfectly set face she said, “Okay, so your stage name from here on out will be Violence” she said with a wicked grin
Yep, I like this girl. After Candy shooed Kevin off, telling him the girls could handle it from here, I met the others and was shown to my own table. It had everything I’d need, all brand–new, high–end products. Candy explained how Luciano made sure every girl here was well taken care of with what they needed to look the part. Then she showed me to the wardrobes which were conveniently placed in between each table along the wall. Each girl gut their own walk–in wardrobe that I swear was just as big as my current hotel room. It had the same red carpet and black walls with golden features and floor to ceiling on all four walls were lined with clothes, shoes and accessories. Everything looked new with price tags and after further inspection it was all in my size. From the breast cups down to the shoes.
“Haha, yeah, I looked just like that when I first saw my wardrobe. Everything here is handpicked for you, usually by Kevin, he has excellent taste and a way of leading what a girl’s style is.”
Kevin picked all this out for me?”
“Well, no, not exactly” she said with not even a hint of trying to hide her amusement. “I was told your wardrobe was handpicked by Luciano.”
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Why the hell would Luciano do this for me? How would he even know my sizes? I haven’t even met the man. I’m just some pity case his sister asked him to takelon and he’s spent all this money and bought all these things with me in mind? That doesn’t make any sense………
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Chapter 3
As if she couldn’t tell or didn’t care for my internal brain battle, Candy grabbed my hand and squealed. Causing me to shift back into focus and squint my eyes at the blonde bubble of energy who was now pulling things out left right and center and pushing them up to my body. No doubt trying to picture what I’d look like in each piece.
“Okay yesssss! This is it, put this one on” she said holding up a black leather corset and underwear.
After id slipped into the outfit, 1 matched it with a pair of sturdy black heels that laced up around my calves and a black leather chocker that looked slightly more like a collar but fit the look I was going with. Candy helped do my long black hair into a slicked back, high ponytail and finished off with a smokey eye and a bit of blush and mascara. She said I didn’t need much makeup because my skin was flawless as it was, and she only wanted to enhance a few of my features like my electric blue eyes and soft pink lips.
Oh dang girl, you really did a number on her Candy. The men will eat her up. You’re going to have some competition now.” One said as she stood behind us in the floor to ceiling mirror. Looking back at myself I was shocked. I mean I had outfits from Stacy and dressed up every night I e of the other girls, Ruby, hadd worked at Thrive, but they were all her style. This, what I was seeing, this was me, pure, dark, violence.
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hehehehehe get it Guuuur!!! bet they wouldn’t try to touch you again! or anyone else really, not knowing what they were capable of violent..thing
The club was starting to liven up now, the music blasting, the lights flashing and people started flowing in through the doors. A strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol wafting through the air and a hum went through me from the bass of the music. Kevin told all of the girls where their stages were, and they all politely waved as they made their way out.
“Where do you want me?” I
-1 asked as
wasn’t yet given a stage to go to
“You, my dear Violence have been requested to the VIP area by Luciano.”
“The VIP? Isn’t that usually reserved for the most experienced girls? I’ve only worked with Stacy for a couple of months, and i mean, I know what I’m doing but I’m sure of one the other girls here would be much better suited to your VIP customers.”
“Wash, slow down there, I can practically see your head spinning, Stacy already told us your experience, but she also told us you’re an absolute wonder on stage like you were born to be there. I’m sure Luciano just wants to get to know his newest girl. Come on. I’m sure you’ll do great. Plus, the customers up there give the best tips“. He said with a wink while holding out his arm to escort me to the top floor. I could use the tips, the two sugar packets id had in the last 24 hours weren’t doing me much good and I would eventually need to use some money for food and a backup plan. If there’s anything I’ve learned over these last five years, its to always have a backup plan. In the beginning it was things like another park or bench to sleep on, scraps of food saved or a plan of the bus routes and towns. Since Stacy gave me the job in the last city though and I’ve had the taste of having a nice–ish place to sleep, I’m thinking a little bigger and I’d like to have enough money sitting aside for when I move again to get another apartment, clothes, toiletries, food, you know, the basics.
The stairs leading to the VIP section has a security guard at the bottom, he unclipped the rope and nodded to us to proceed up. I noticed the change in scene almost immediately from the rest of the club. The main floor was packed with people now, it was brightly colored and energetic. I’m sure the flashing lights and rowdy customers would have quickly given me a headache. The top floor though, it was closed off from the rest of the club. Kevin showed me the pin to the door at the top of the staircase and when he opened it for me it was like stepping onto a completely different place. The music wasn’t as loud, still prominent but you wouldn’t have to yell over it. The lighting was dim but steady and the features of the rooms were mostly dark wood and black with a hint of gold and red. I stood next to Kevin, scanning the room, focusing on the stage at the back, it was large enough that I wouldn’t have to rely on the pole the whole time like at Thrive. This one had enough space that if I chose to, I could dance around it comfortably. True to the theme it had a golden pole, red lighting and dark wood making up the stage. I took a step towards its direction, ready to shut out the world and lose myself in the music with the promise of some easy cash, but Kevin placed his hand atop of mine on his arm before I could remove it. Giving him what I could only hope was a polite, questioning gaze he leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “The boss wanted to meet you before you get started. Don’t be nervous.”
Yes, because that’s what I needed not to be nervous I thought as my eyes snapped to the table to the right of the stage where Kevin was leading us now. Six large, well dressed, dangerous looking males were sat, all their eyes focused on me as we walked over. I was thankful now for the grip I had on Kevin’s arm as I’m pretty sure my stomach was ready to fall out of my ass at the sight of the largest man sat on end of the booth. He had jet black hair that was shorter on the sides and slightly longer on the top. Tattoos covered his hands and neck, I’m sure they led underneath his expensive looking suit too. I’m not even sure how his suit wasn’t tearing with how large his arms and thighs looked caressed in the material Gold rings on his fingers were tapping mindlessly on his glass that I’m sure was filled with whisky. He looked like he’d drink whisky. He gave off a vibe that screamed Alpha male. He was dangerous and my stupid vagina couldn’t possibly understand that as it instantly heated when I finished scanning his Greek God gifted body and met his obsidian eyes. Nope, don’t do that. I quickly avert my eyes and I’m met with piercing blues like mine. The man sitting next to him looks just as tall, maybe a bit leaner, blonde tussled hair and a boyish smile that makes me feel a lot more at ease. I scan the rest of the group and I swear there must be something in the dam water. Why are they ai! so massive? How the hell did Stacy grow up around these guys and not get pregnant? My ovaries are currently screaming at me to reproduce right now.
“Kevin” he said as his eyes flicked from mine to the male, I had forgotten I was holding an
“Mi Donatello, let me introduce you to your newest girl. This beauty here is Violence.”
He looks me up and down and smiles wickedly. His obsidian eyes stare straight into
soul.
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if they are Stacy’s brothers, no wonder she didn’t get pregnant. They sound like they would keep every guy at least 50 miles from her
