Appear As A Little Whore

Eloise's POV

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked. Laura's face had changed after she dropped the call she just had and it made me worry.

"My brother.....H-he...he has...." She stuttered, breathing heavily.

I moved close to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Breathe Laura. Breathe" I said, making her practice after me.

She did as I instructed, now calming down a bit.

"He has a seizure. He's in the hospital" She said. My eyes widened, my lips parting but not being able to say a word.

"He will be okay" I assured, though I was not sure myself. Laura's brother has asthma, but he barely have these seizures.

"He has to be. I have to go to him" She said, her chest heaving up and down. Her face growing pale in a millisecond.

"I will go with you"

"I-I...can't leave. My job....They will fire me if I leave. I have to be here and..... Logan needs me" She cried, her words coming in between her heavy breath.

"I will be here then. Go to him. Huh?" I said, my face laced with concern as I rubbed her back, reassuring her.

"No! You can't help here, I have to" She said, getting all tensed up.

"Laura!" I called sternly. "Your brother needs you! I will fill in for you here" I said, giving a face that shows I won't take no for an answer.

"You sure?" She asked, her face laced with concern.

"Yeah. Go quickly!" I urged her.

"I love you, Eloise" She pulled me into a hug and hurried out of the bar.

I breathed out heavily seeing her leave. I really hope Logan is okay. He's the only family my best friend Laura, has ever had.

Few minutes after Laura left, a man walked up to me, demanding to see Laura. Then I recognized him, the manager of the club.

"She had an emergency" I said, making it simple.

He scoffed, running his hands through his hair in annoyance.

"You fucking kidding me. She left this place in the hands of a complete stranger?" He groaned.

"I'm her friend, not a complete stranger" I said. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at him.

He knows me. I had been here a few times, and he had always seen me with her. But now he's feigning ignorance.

"Whatever. She needs to climb the stage now. And since she isn't here, you do it instead," He paused as confusion coursed through me. "Since you are her friend" He added, his tone mocking.

"What stage?" I asked, my brows furrowed.

"The performing stage. The stripping stage!" He gritted, each words enough for me to hear clearly.

He was kidding me. A stripping stage? He means...Laura worked as a stripper here?

I didn't know that part of my friend. We were so close and so I thought we told each other everything, because I actually have no secret I was hiding from Laura.

But she...she was a stripper.

The words hit me hard like a slap in the face. A stripper! My friend was showing her body off for money.

Laura was poor, and even though my parents are wealthy, I couldn't help her. I mean....they barely likes her.

They didn't even know I was in a club right now, because I had actually lied that Laura was working as a waitress in a café and not in a fucking club.

"Hey? We don't have time!" The manager growled and I gulped.

No! I couldn't do this. Imagine my parents finding out about this. Then I'm gone as dead.

I pulled my cell out, dialing Laura's number but was just being directed to voicemail. This was her mess to handle, not mine. I didn't agree to filling in on acting like someone high on sexual pills in front of people.

"I...I can't do this" I blurted out to the manager who stopped on his track before he turned to face me.

"You can opt out. Then I will fire that little bitch and use everything it takes to get back the fifty thousand dollars loan she took from me!" He said, between gritted teeth.

Another shocking revelation.

Laura owed him? A loan?

I started to doubt my friendship with Laura. I trusted her with everything about me, but she couldn't return the same gesture.

I gulped, knowing if truly I considers Laura as a friend, then I would help her get through this situation.

"Okay. I will do it" I said, with my eyes closed. It took every sanity in me to be able to say that.

It would be just this once. Appear in front of men as a little whore and I would never ever do that again. They wouldn't be able to recognize me anyways, because it would only be this once.

**

When I thought everything was over, and that I had saved Laura from getting fired, the manager walked to me again. A grin on his face like he had just won a jackpot.

I was on my way to go change back into my clothes from the slutty clothings they had me put on when he appeared.

The hell was it again?

He took my sweaty palm and tucked a few dollar notes into them. My gaze scanned his in confusion.

"You've hit the jackpot tonight. One of the wealthy men who watched you tonight wants a blowjob" His words doesn't sound funny but it made me choke on a laugh.

"You mean, Laura do these things too?" I asked, disbelief written all over my face.

"Of course, she does. She's got her hands on anything that brings her money" The manager said and my jaws dropped.

No way I was doing what he was asking.

I jerked my hand away from his, clearly getting annoyed.

"I've had enough of your shits. I'm not doing this!" I roared and wanted to walk away when he grabbed me by my arms, yanking me closer to his body.

"There's no backing out now. The man wants you, and has already paid for you!" He barked, then dragged me to the client's room despite the way I fought him.

He shoved me inside, slamming the door behind him.

Then my gaze met the man seated on the bed. Strikingly handsome. My gaze then darted to his trousers. Belt on the floor, and his cock standing as hard as rock.

"Now get on your knees and suck me, you little slut!" He groaned.

My virgin pussy throbbed, and all I wanted to do was obey the man in front of me.