Chapter 3
1200 Words
Sophie went to the VIP room where another client was waiting. And here I was, walking down the stairs to the basement. I wore my masquerade masked that hid half of my face. My black bikini made me feel totally naked. I had never seen myself doing this to anyone, but who was I kidding?
As I enter the basement, I saw some customers waiting for me. I was still behind the curtains, and once I stepped out of there, there would be no turning back.
And that's when I decided to come out. All eyes were looking at me. No, scratch that, they were all staring and lusting on me.
I felt totally naked from the eyes of these hungry men. I felt weak and vulnerable. Why am I here? What am I going to do now? I wanted to walk out. I wanted to run away but it's too late for me to do that now.
"Dance!" a man from the left part of the basement shouted. I lost my tracks and with that shout, I came back to my senses. I tried to slowly sway my hips and follow the rhythm of the song entitled Careless Whisper.
I felt disgusted by the way they stare at me. I wanted the stage I'm standing on to open and eat me. I ran my hands from the side of my breasts down to my sides and hips. I was surprised when a man threw some dollars on the stage.
This was how I earn money, dancing and doing dirty things for men.
And there I saw the retired businessman, staring at me from the back portion of the basement. Julietta was sitting next to him. She was talking and pointing her finger at me as if she is telling the old man that I was the one she was talking about.
I think he was the one Julietta was talking about earlier. The client who would take my innocence and purity away in a few minutes. I could feel my tears flowing. I couldn't do this anymore.
Julietta signaled me to come over there. My heart was pounding desperately inside my chest as I stepped down from the stage. I glanced at a guy from the right corner who was staring at me. I decided to ignore him. Though, his piercing stare was making me shiver, I did not bother to think about it. I needed to attend to this client or else, Julietta will punish me.
Julietta stood up and walked next to me. "Mr. Ricaford, this is our best girl. She will give you all the things you want tonight. Right, Audrey?" Julietta elbowed my side and I nodded in return.
Mr. Ricaford was staring at me with full lust. I think he's on his late fifties. Old and grumpy. I would rather die from starvation than losing my innocence from this ugly old man.
The old man handed Julietta a black attache case. She opened it and to our surprise, there was a lot of money in it.
"Oh, Mr. Ricaford, you're such a generous man!" Julietta swooned. She really knew how to use charms even if she's in her later sixties already. She knew how to run a business, illegally.
"I don't want any Pub but this one, Julietta. Your customer service is very nice." He then looked at me with lust. I wanted to slap him for looking at me like that.
"Now, now, Sir. I don't want to make this conversation any longer. You must be enjoying your night, right? Here," Julietta dragged me to a VIP room near us. "Enjoy the night, Mr. Ricaford!" She said, walking away with the attache case in her hands and leaving me with the old man behind me.
I shivered as Mr. Ricaford held my waist. It felt disgusting.
"Come on, girl. Do something nice to daddy," he demanded as he closed the door. I felt cornered and nowhere to run to. I felt suffocated by this situation. I want to run away!
I just stood up doing nothing. My mind wasn't helping me. I couldn't think any idea on how to escape and run away from here. Away from this pedophile.
"Strip," he demanded. He was serious as hell. He sat down on the side of the bed while watching me intently.
My tears started to run down from my eyes. Why did I have to do this? Why did my parents leave me? Why was I alone? Why did I have to take a job like this to feed and afford my education? I hate my life. I just want to die.
I unwillingly turned my back and started loosening the straps of my bra. A sob slipped from my lips as I strip my bra slowly.
"Stop crying or I will punish you!" Mr. Ricaford hissed. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying but it did not help my tears to stop from flowing. "I said stop crying!" the pedophile shouted in anger.
That's when I hurriedly ran to the door. I couldn't take this anymore. I couldn't do this.
I luckily opened the door and there I saw the guy from the right corner walking towards me. "Help!" I cried. Mr. Ricaford slammed the door and I yelped because he yanked my hair with so much force. The excruciating pain on my scalp made me cry even more.
The door slammed open again. Making me see the guy again. He was staring angrily at me. I tried to focus my eyes on him and it made me realize that he wasn't looking angrily at me but at the old man. Mr. Ricaford loosened his grip on my hair and that's when I felt the need to run. I ran away from that place wearing only a bikini. I cried my eyes out and cursed myself.
I ran myself to death, stumbling from running fast as if my life depended on it. My makeup was smudged from my tears. What did I do to deserve all of this? I ran across the road and ran through the dark alley. I hid beside the trash bin, feeling the cold breeze of the night.
I waited for any signs of help but minutes had passed and none came. I looked like a scavenger from the dirt I took from getting stumbled earlier.
"Hey," a voice said. I did not make a move. I was scared and vulnerable. "I will not hurt you. I'll just put this jacket on you." He said. I did not bother looking at him and I just sat there looking at the ground. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of the jacket then placed his hand on my shoulder.
"T-thank you," I muttered. I guess I was still lucky enough tonight. I did not bother looking at him. I stood up and turned my back to him.
I walked away from that place. Then I heard the guy saying something that made me smile.
"I'll find you. That's for sure."
I did not say anything in return. The only thing that could make me remember him would be this jacket.
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