Chapter 2

Grace POV

I had finally worked up my courage to go back into the club, I had a better view of the inside this time than the last time I had been in here.

The lush red carpet strewn across the floor was oddly clean for a strip club, or whatever it was; the darker shade of grey appeared black with the dim lighting. There were men strewn here and there, the music was loud but the shouting, yelling and cheering of the men surrounding the stage as a woman practically had sex with a pole, grabbing a handful of money before seductively taking off her sexy red lace bra and turning around to shake her full glittered breast gaining another round of cheers from the many men in the club. Her smiling face was telling me she was enjoying the attention, while in another corner there were a couple men doing lines of whatever drug they had on the table, and on an opposite corner there was a girl and a man dancing sexily to themselves. They were both naked and from the women’s movement, the man's dick was shoved balls deep into her walls. She tilted her head back, allowing the man to place a kiss on her neck, as she moaned from the action.

The man hoisted her up, slamming her into the wall gaining groans from both of them as she spread her legs wider and allowed the man to hold her up as he slammed into her over and over again.

I stared and watched, getting an unknown pressure building within me, I shifted uncomfortably as I continued to watch the couple. The man took her hardened pink nipples into his mouth sucking them as he continued to move his hips in and out; I looked away, the pressure getting far too much for me to handle as I walked further into the club. I was approached by a lady; she stood a couple inches shorter than me, and her bouncy curled red hair stood out as she moved closer. Her plump full breasts she sported were hardly covered in the sliver of cloth that was her bra, the thickest part covering her nipples and leaving the rest of her breast exposed, her thong she was wearing sported the same aspect. Her lips down below were covered by the fabric of her lacy black fabric, but it only went to barely above her lips before dispersing into loose string that went up and around her curvaceous hips as she swung them making her ass bounce behind her.

“What can I do for you young lady?” she asked loudly trying to allow me to hear her over the music and the men that had gotten louder from the dancer up on stage removing her thong.

“I’m looking for work.” I yelled simply, she nodded.

“Follow me, I’ll take you to Dale, but be aware, he might be a bit… busy.” she stated, and turned to walk through a door, as I followed closely behind.

As we walked down a hallway, the sounds of moans were loud back here, screams of pleasure from the woman receiving what sounded like was the best sex she’d had in her life.

“They should be done any second now, they’ve been at it for a while now, Dale likes long, hard and aggressive sex.” the woman said, the smile in her voice was evident. It seems this woman likes this ‘Dale’ character.

“You like him, don’t you?” I asked softly.

“Hmm. More than I should.” she confirmed. We looked up at the door as a groan of disappointment was heard.

“Get out, you’re good for nothing! I can’t even get off with you! Leave, you don’t have a job here anymore!” He yelled before the door opened and a woman came out with her clothing on, her hair a mess and walked out confidently. The woman who had led me here waited a few minutes before knocking.

“Enter.” a hard, strict voice sounded. She opened the door and walked through, the sexual tension doubled as we walked in, Dale’s gaze softened and he gazed the woman up and down almost lovingly before speaking again.

“Ginger. Who do you have here?” He asked, still not tearing his hazel eyes from the fiery red head in front of me.

“Well she’s looking for work and I brought her here.” she stated, her own forest green ones not moving an inch away from him. He reluctantly tore his gaze away to consider me for a moment, he raked his eyes over me.

“You done any of this type of work before?” He asked.

“Not this kind but I have danced, and I’m a very good server.” I replied truthfully.

“I’m going to be honest with you here kid, things happen in this club, and they stay within these walls. If ANYTHING gets out of what transpires inside these club walls, and I find out it’s you... You’ll end up dead, and I’m being 100% serious about this.” He stated seriously, his hard serious expression was more than enough to tell me that he wasn’t fucking around with this. I swallowed the saliva in my throat.

“Yes sir, I understand.” I replied nodding, he took out some papers.

“Sign these wavers and another thing, stating you’ve had your training, which you’ll have once you get your things.” He stated, shoving papers at me.

“When do I start? I asked.

“Can you start now?” He asked suddenly, looking up from the papers he handed me, I smiled politely.

“Yes.” I replied

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After signing the documents, I was taken back to a different room, where the ladies have their wardrobes and get ready for whatever they are going to wear. Specific days are specific themes:

Monday: Lacy Red

Tuesday: Sexy Blue

Wednesday: Goth Black

Thursday: Animal Print

Friday: Sparkle and Glitter

Saturday: Thongs and Bongs (basically things only unless the lady is uncomfortable)

Sunday: Sunday’s Best (unless lady is uncomfortable)

I sighed with a bit of relief knowing that if I was uncomfortable with going topless or even naked, I had an option to not to.

I was measured and fitted for my outfits I’d be wearing here.

“Do you own a house or anything?” Ginger asked seriously.

“No, I’m staying in a hotel, got this job to try and save for a place of my own though.” I answered honestly.

“Well good, don’t bother saving though. Dale has secured apartments that we have to stay in. Working here, it could get you the wrong kind of attention-there’s been guys to follow me home and try to do things to me.” She told me, her eyes going to the floor in shame.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. It’s okay, you’re not alone.” I replied softly. There had been an incident at one of the special schools I went to, the guy got off on my stop, when he normally didn’t. Let’s just say I’m actually thankful for my father for that one, if he hadn’t had been home; it would have been a lot worse as it had been for Ginger.

“Us girls are required to stay in these apartments, for safety reasons. They have security guards there; they go with or for us if we need anything.” She told me, and I honestly knew I’d like working here.

“Listen, I’ll get my stuff from the hotel and come back, you need to go back in that room and help Dale.” I told her, the cheeks on her face flaming up to match the color of her hair. I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Go on Ginger, he’ll be expecting you.” I urged, and she turned on her heels and walked back towards Dale’s office. I headed to the hotel to get what little things I possessed, once there I packed my stuff into my backpack and headed back to the club.

I looked up towards the clear blue sky, the warm summer sun rays shining as I walked. Things were looking up for me slightly. I couldn’t wait for my adventure to start. I had been so desperately trying to get out from my father's influence for so long, the adrenaline from finally doing so was something I didn't want to let go of.

I walked back into the club, trying to find Ginger. I had soon found her fiery red hair as she was serving drinks with a side of a lap dance as she smiled. She seemed happier than the last time I was here.

I walked over to her, making a gap between me and the men doing drugs at the table beside me, though not big enough as one of them managed to grab me by my wrist.

“Hey there lady... yyy-you sho-old help m-me and my friend-dss." he slurred out, as I cringed and pried my wrist away from him.

"Sorry man, but I haven't officially started here, and even if I did, I'm not helping any of you. You have enough help from whatever drug y'all are taking." I said hatefully as his look transformed into rage.

"I don't care if you started here or not lady, you're here to please me so get-" he was interrupted by a body guard slamming him into a wall.

"You heard the lady, she ain't on the clock yet. I suggest you keep your filthy hands to yourself." the man said in a dangerous tone, the man he held by the throat against the wall nodded furiously before the guard let him fall to the ground.

"Sorry miss, these things happen but we are here to try and prevent these things." he apologized.

"It's not your fault and thank you for the help." i said, looking up at him as he gave me a quick nod.

"Just doing my job miss. Name is Bruce and I'll be your assigned guard." He introduced himself in a nice professional tone, and i found myself smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Bruce. I'm Grace, though I'm sure I'll be given a stage name soon." I replied, introducing myself and had decided to give him my real name. He gave another nod, and gestured followed me as I began to continue walking toward Ginger.

"Hey, Ginger!" I shouted, she immediately looked up and smiled before excusing herself and walking over to me.

"Hey you, I figured you'd be back after I told you about those apartments." she said.

"Yea, anything is better than a motel." I chuckled; she gave a short giggle at my remark.

"Well, your guard here can and will take you to your apartment. Then tomorrow, on my day off I'll come and help you get situated for your shift on Friday." she replied, giving me a brief run down.

I nodded and turned to my guard after Ginger excused herself back to work and followed him outside where a sleek black Suburban was waiting for us. Bruce opened the door and allowed me to get inside, then shut my door and proceeded to walk around to the driver's door. He opened it, getting in; making the car shake a bit with his size, and shutting it again.

"To the apartments then, miss?" he asked.

"Yes, please Bruce." I confirmed.

He started it and took off towards these apartments we are supposed to have; upon getting there, it was the most lavish place I'd ever seen (not counting my father’s home of course). These apartments however were still very beautiful.