I look like a prostitute.
"F*ck, you'll earn big with that body." The bald manager stared at me lustfully, his saliva almost dripping out of his mouth. I avoided his gaze and turn my back against him. I stared at myself in the full length mirror glued on the wall.
My body was filled with black harness adorned with chains that kept making sounds as I move. They force me to wear a a boots, a thin lace underwear and bra where you could see my nipples. I was even lucky they agreed to let me wear a mask.
My hands started to tremble, seeing my current state. I wanted to cry, to wail in pain and disgust, but if I do will someone ever listen to my pleas?
Where did everything go wrong?
"I pity you child," The manager sat on a chair, lighting up a cigarette as he stared at me from the mirror. He said he pity me but I couldn't see any remorse or guilt on his lazy eyes.
"Your own mother sold you but business is business. I had to do my role if I want to keep earning. The world's all about money, darling."
I was filled with a mix of sadness, rage, and despair. My body was still trembling from anger and the day my mom betrayed me still felt like yesterday.
My own mother sold me. I know we're not related by blood, she took me from that abusive orphanage out but why does she have to put me in hell the second time again?
And the worse part is I can't leave her. As much as I hate her I can't hide the fact that I love her. No matter how much I tried to run away from her my body won't move. So here I am, selling my own body with these devils.
"Now go up at the stage and give them the boner. I bet about ten of those lustful rich men would fight to f*ck you in bed."
He pulled me roughly on the wrist, forcing me to line up with other girls like me, wearing thin laces and harness all over their body. Others gave me sad smiles, the others blankly staring on nowhere as if they had already accepted their fate.
The girls went on the stage one by one and I could hear the deafening cheers from the backstage. As my turn got closer and closer my body shuddered more and more in fear. My chest was thumping heavily that I wanted to vomit out of suffocation.
How could those girls smile as they go up in stage? How could they mask their fear just like that?
How much more sufferings should we endure just to survive?
"It's your turn, Viper," The bald manager tapped me in the shoulder. He called me with that strange name he said I will be using as an alias. "make me proud."
With a trembling body I tried to go up the stage. As soon as the curtains parted, the blinding light welcomed me. I squinted my eyes because I couldn't see properly. The deafening sound of cheers makes me want to vomit. I inhaled deeply, and as my vision adjusted with the lights I tried to calm myself amidst the lustful stares I've got.
A booming sensual sound started to play and I know it's my cue to start dancing and play with the pole.
Relax, Alexia. Think that this is not you. It's just a dream you have to survive. You just have to get over it and then everything will end.
They don't know you. They only know Viper.
As soon as the music played I started swaying my hips. I ignored the censored jokes, whistles and cheers coming in front and kept moving to clear my head. I shut my eyes tight so I won't see them. I shut my eyes tight to prevent the tears from falling off.
But the moment I opened my eyes again the first thing I saw was a guy standing from the farthest corner, holding a glass that seems to be filled with red wine. I know he's staring at me, but there was no lust on his gaze. It was cold and empty and dull.
I stared at him the whole time. For some unknown reason, his dead set eyes gave me comfort. I felt like he wasn't judging me, nor looking at me with lust. He was just staring. I gazed back until I realized it's all over. The show finally ended.
Everyone clapped and cheered and I was motioned to exit so the next girl would do her performance.
But after leaving the stage I gaze at the place where he was standing. He's no longer there.
"You did well, little fox," The manager stared at me with an approving gaze. "Just as I expected, a lot is trying to get you tonight."
He started counting the thick sum of money on his hand, his eyes almost sparkling with delight as he count them.
"Sh*t! This is the highest pay we ever got." He stared at me bewildered. "Now, let's not make the client wait." And then grabbed my hand.
With hurried steps, we went to the back part of the club where several rooms are located. It was dim and the lights were red, I could smell the heavy scent of alcohol and cigarette everywhere. My chest started pounding heavily because I knew what's going to happen next.
We went at the elevator at the farthest corner, and then he hit the last number which meant we're going at the highest floor. I've heard no one ever used it because of the high price.
As soon as the doors opened I saw that there was only one big room, the walls are made of glass but is covered with thick black curtains.
"This is the VIP suite. You got lucky on your first try, Alexia," He took the bundle of keys on his pocket and opened the room. "The guy is good looking so it won't be difficult to f*ck him hard. I told you, you're lucky."
He pushed me inside and before I could ever turn, I heard the door clicked. He locked it from outside.
My body started to tremble as I gulped, facing whoever is in front of me. Pushing my tears back, I had to squint my eyes a little since I stayed long in front of those blinding lights, then was tossed here where there's no light at all. The only source of light is coming from the huge glass window where you could see the city lights outside.
Then I saw a guy half naked sitting on the bed, his eyes were shut and his arms filled with tatoos and he was smoking cigarette. He's wearing his pants but his whole upper body is fully exposed. My head turned and there were different kinds of things inside the room that send shivers down my spine. At a wall I saw a pair of chains hanging, and then there was a long wooden table with whip, blindfold, and other things I don't even know.
"Come here, babe."
I flinched when I heard his voice. His eyes opened and I tremble upon seeing his eyes. They were bloodshot red. Is that even possible? Or are they contact lens? I don't even care all I want is to end this night.
"Come here." He gently said, tapping the bed and there was something about his gaze that made me feel something.
As I stared at his crimson eyes I felt mesmerized. My shivering gaze softened, and I felt calmed and dazed with the way he looks at me. I felt lightheaded, and it seems like everything will be fine as long as I obey him.
Like a kitten I obeyed his words and started walking closer. My chest thumped not with fear, but with desire to feel his warmth wrapped around me.
What am I thinking?
I made a sudden halt and tried to restrain myself from whatever's tugging me closer to him. I was already standing at the edge of the bed when I was able to stop myself.
He snickered, staring at me with amusement. "You can restrain yourself? That's impressive. I wonder how you look without that mask?"
I started panicking the moment he stood up from the bed and walked nearer until he was in front of me. I raised my head to stare at him. He was standing in the bed and I could clearly see his lean body, his tattoos, his face. He's really attractive.
He lend his hand towards me. "Come. It will be fun, I promise."
He didn't waited for my respond and took my hand. But the moment I felt his touch I felt something different. The lightheadedness I felt just got stronger and all I could even think of was obeying him tonight.
It's not a sin to have fun, right?
Like in dazed, I obeyed his words and joined him in the bed. The next thing I knew I was sitting on his lap, my thighs spread apart as his back was leaned at the headboard. My senses went back the moment I felt the harness on my body tightening because of my position.
Wait, what in the world happened?!
"Can you feel it, honey?" His alluring voice whispered, his hand tucking some strands of my hair behind my ear. The moment he said that, I felt a certain heat rising in my body. I stared at him and just realized what the manager said. He's dangerously attractive and my chest was thumping heavily with excitement.
He grinned at me naughtily and his hands caressed my thighs gently.
"Dang, you're pretty." He whispered as he remove the mask concealing my identity. I don't know why getting a compliment from him made my lips curled a little.
He played with my curls, sniff my neck gently that made the tension thick between us. My breathing got heavier and I couldn't help but reach for his hair, brushing them lightly using my fingers. He grinned at me and my eyes shut as soon as he planted some wet kisses on my neck.
I think I won't mind having s*x with him.