12. Dance the Night

Delilah

I called Mandy to tell her I was up for the job. She was beyond ecstatic. Her eyes shone at the prospect of having me on her team, but this isn't something I plan on doing forever. I am just desperate for money at the moment.

I wish I had shared the same enthusiasm, but it was already stressing me out.

This is no ordinary party. It is a masquerade party thrown by one of the richest men in the city! I couldn't show up all willy-nelly wearing an ordinary dress. The last time I checked, exotic dancers had to show a lot more than just a little skin.

What if I get some sleazy old men groping me? I won't be able to protest too much because I need the money. My father would probably prefer early death if he found out I was doing this.

"Stop worrying. Everything will be fine. You will look and feel like you belong there in no time," Mandy chirped.

"How do you know? What if I mess up? What if they don't think I'm sexy enough?" I countered.

"Girl, you worry too much. You are gorgeous wi