CLUBROOMs DIARY

MALAYINA

May 8th, 2018

I arrived at the club with two minutes to spare. I know Chad's going to be ultra-pissed if he catches me being late again. I need this job to earn me enough money to skip town and never look back. 

Clubrooms were the only place that hired me on the spot. Being a sex worker was not on my list of fantasy jobs. But you know how the saying goes…

And I didn't have the luxury of choosing. 

You see, four years ago. I stole a car. I stole a car to get away from my abusive father. The problem's not why I stole the car, but whose car I stole. At fourteen years of age, I didn't have any sense of street smart whatsoever.

Shit…

I'm still confused to this day as to why the keys were left in the damn car. Let me take you back to the beginning. So you know why I suck dick for a living. 

My father had come home drunk after another wasteful day seeking employment. Even I knew it was pointless because no one was going to hire the town's drunk. 

“Where's my breakfast, brat!” He slurred, burping as he entered the kitchen. 

“It's one in the afternoon.” I looked at him confused. He missed breakfast hours ago.

“What did you say to me?” My father stumbled towards me at the kitchen sink. 

“Nothing, sir.” I quickly replied, bowing my head.

“You ungrateful brat!” He yelled as he struck me across the face. 

“Daddy, please no!” I cried out as I fell to the ground, cradling my cheek that stung from his palm.

My father bent down and dragged me to my feet by the roots of my hair. I cried out in pain, scratching at his hands, begging him to release me. His hands fell from my head and tore away at the shoulder of my dress. 

“You're a spitting image of your mother in that dress.” He sneered as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it out from his jeans.

I knew what was coming, and I fucking hated it every time.

No wonder why she took off eight years ago. She could've taken me with her, but she left me here to suffer, and part of me will always hate her for it.

Scrambling to my feet, I took off running. I ran as fast as my feet would take me down the street. I noticed a sleek white BMW. 

I got behind the wheel, and I drove off with the tires screeching across the graveled pavement. I managed to get two blocks away when a black SUV cut me off on a one-lane street. The drivers' door opened, and a big, burly man hopped out. 

He stood there staring at me, clicking his knuckles — intimidating me.

I swear to the gods… 

I felt my bones break with each knuckle he clicked. When he was done abusing his hands, he walked around and opened the passengers' back seat door. Another man slid out. But this man wasn't big and burly. Nor did he look as scary as his mate. No, he was well-dressed, and his body looked lean and mean, full of muscle.

We'll call the scary guy, 'Mini Hulk', because I had no intention to know his name.

He stood at his car talking to Mini Hulk. His head turned towards me every few seconds, and fear crept up my back. My trembling hands gripped the steering wheel for dear life. My knuckles turned a ghastly shade of white. 

I soon panicked and fucking put my foot down on the accelerator, lurching forward. Now keep in mind I'd never actually sat in the driver's seat before.

I mean shit… A few days prior, I had thought D- was for Daytime driving. N- for Nighttime driving and R- was for robot mode. 

Yeah, my dad was a real piece of shit. Hence, the reason I'm in this position right now. 

The car lurched forward, and I drove straight towards the SUV. The men dived to the ground, making it out of harm's way by the skin of their teeth. The car soon collided into the SUV, making a loud crunching sound. White smoke rose from the bonnet, the car was revving, and the tires were spinning like mad. 

Soon after, the door jerked open, and I found myself face to face with Mini Hulk 

“You crazy bitch!” He growled, taking the keys from the ignition. 

He pulled out a hunter's knife and started cutting through the seatbelt. When he was done, he firmly wrapped his thick fingers around my upper arm and yanked me out of the vehicle roughly. 

“Oww…” I whimpered, biting back my tears. 

He didn't care that he was causing me pain because he continued to pull me along with him until I was standing in front of the other man.

The man recovered his dark shades, and I was greeted with the brightest emerald green eyes I had ever seen. His face was exquisite, the most beautiful face I'd ever laid eyes on. 

“What's your name?” He said gruffly with a sexy accent.

“Malayina.” I muttered. 

“What the fuck were you doing in MY car MALAYINA?” His eyes roamed over my body with a hunger I couldn't quite pinpoint.

“I'm sorry... I..I. didn't know it was yours.” I cried out, stuttering. 

“I SAID. WHAT. THE. FUCK. Were you doing in MY car!” He bellowed out, enraged.

“I was trying to get away from my father.”  On autopilot, my hand lifted and touched the fresh split lip my father had graciously given me. 

When the man's eyes land on my lips, then on my torn white dress. His eyes narrowed, and he exhaled gruffly. 

“What am I going to do with you?” He combed his fingers through his hair with frustration and a hint of pity lacing his voice.

“I will pay you back,” I told him. 

He laughed. The fucker threw his head back and fucking laughed at me. 

“You!” He chuckled, “you're like what. Twelve?”

“Fourteen, asshole.” I sneered, interrupting him.

His laugh seized, and he took a small step toward me. I struggled against the Mini Hulks grip and tried to step back, keeping the distance between us. 

“Do you know who I am, little mouse?” His hand reached out, and he wiped my bloodstained lip with the pad of his thumb. 

I hissed with pain. “You're an asshole.” I replied brazenly as I looked him square in the eye. 

“No, little mouse. My name's Amar Diamandis.” He stated proudly, arching a single brow. 

“Doesn't sound like asshole to me.” I smiled at him. “Oww…” I cried out as Mini Hulk tried to shake the near life out of me.

“You're free to go.” Amar nodded at his sidekick as he dismissed me. 

“I'm free?” I rubbed my arm, where Mini Hulks' hand once occupied. 

“Nai, mikros." A sinister smile played on his lips. 

“What does that mean?”

“Yes, little one. In Greek.” Amar replied as he licked his top lip and slid his shades back up the bridge of his nose. 

He pivoted to leave, “wait!” I called out to him in desperation. “How do I pay you back?” 

He stopped. “When's your birthday?” He asked with his back still facing me. 

“May the eighth.” I blurted out. 

“You have until your eighteenth birthday to pay me back.” His head turned to the side. 

“Okay. So, how do I find you?” I asked anxiously.

“I will find you, mikros.” 

I stood next to the wrecked cars and watched them walk away. Thanking the gods for a second chance at life. Even if I do have to suck dick to pay back a Greek God. 

I rush to the back where our changing rooms are with our outfits hanging in our lockers. When I step inside, I sigh when my gaze finds Maddies. 

“Girl… you are late!” She hisses, tittering. “You know Chad is gonna fire your ass if he catches you.” She applies a thick coat of clear gloss to her plump lips.

“I know, I know…" I sigh, getting undressed. "The bus was late, then my hop card wouldn't work, and to top things off. I forgot my purse at home and had to run here in sandals."

“Look, I know you're only sucking dick until your eighteenth birthday and all.” She pops her gum. “But, shit. It must be some good fucking head you are giving if Chad has kept you around this long. I've seen girls leave for a lot less than the crap you've been pulling.” She says in a sparky tone, popping her gum again as she exits the room. 

Maddie is our brown sugar here at the Clubrooms. She's also one of our most requested girls. That's because she does it all. Her and Layla. I don't know how they come here, strutting their shit around like their something special. 

“YINA!” Chads' nasally voice yells through the other side of the door.

Shit... 

He usually calls me Mal. He says he hates using my name that I give to our clients, and I've noticed lately that he only ever calls me Yina when I'm in the shit. 

“YINA!” He pounds on the door.

“Yes, boss?” I call out, slipping my foot through my red heel.

“Get your fat ass out here.” I quickly rush towards the door and open it. “What's the hold-up?” He looks at his wristwatch with his nostrils flaring.

“No hold up, boss.” I smile at him sweetly.

“Your first client is waiting, and you better hope his balls haven't shriveled up, and his dick hasn't fallen off.” He glares at me. "Time is money, and you are wasting time, Yina." 

“Yes, boss,” I reply, ducking my head under his arm on the threshold, trying not to burst out laughing as I walk past him. 

I take a few steady, deep breaths and open the door to my appointed room. My fingers find the light dial on the wall, and I turn it, dimming the room of its bright white light. 

Most of our clients don't like to be seen. So Chad has us dimming the room until they say otherwise. I walk towards the other figure in the room. 

His cologne invades my senses. He smells expensive, which is odd. Because the expensive types are usually Maddie and Laylas' clients. 

“Hi, my name's YINA.” I close my eyes and bow, getting down on my knees. “I am here for your pleasure.” I recite our given lines from Chad. 

There's a moment of silence, and I wonder if or when he's going to command me to take his pants off. 

“Happy birthday, mikros.” He finally purrs. “Time to pay up.” Amusement laces his words.

I snap my head up, opening my eyes, and they fall on the brightest emerald green eyes I've seen once before. 

“Amar.” I whisper, shocked into silence.