With her head cradled in one hand, she teetered down the hallway, her legs dancing a tipsy tango beneath her weight, aiming for the bathroom.
Her heart raced with a rapid rhythm, echoing in her ears like a blaring fire alarm. The ground seemed to sway beneath her feet, rising and falling with each step she took.
This was what she got for agreeing to gulp down mixes of alcohol for a penny tip.
Leaning from wall to wall, she prayed that she didn’t throw up before reaching the bathroom.
The presence of the soft classical music playing in the hallway intensified the nauseating sensation rising within her.
It was amusing. Even after seven shots, she hadn’t passed out. And she could still make sense of her surroundings.
In a state of disarray, she stumbled into the bathroom and sought support by leaning against the closest door, trying to catch her breath.
A distaste filled her mouth at her reflection.
She loathed the cloth she wore. But she didn’t have much of a choice in it. She was a stripper and she needed to dress like one. She had too little clothes on every day even though she hated it. And her hatred for it had intensified because of the freezing weather.
As the noxious taste of vomit hit her tongue, her hand went over her mouth as she swiveled.
Using her leg to nudge open the nearest door, she hurried made her way to the closet, and disposed of the unsettling things in her stomach.
Numerous combination of alcohol was too much for her stomach. But she couldn’t let a thousand dollars pass her by.
The man promised to pay her a thousand dollars if she could down combos of alcohol without passing out.
June was willing. Now she suffered the consequences.
Her stomach was on fire. So was her throat.
She’d thought it was nothing. She and Lola got drunk on beer almost every day.
Oh boy, how wrong she was.
She soon realized that cheap beers weren’t tequila nor was it whiskey.
Whenever it came to money, she turned invincible.
There were things she believed she wouldn’t do until money was involved. Her boundaries vanished to never be seen again whenever money came into play.
Money never failed to bring out different versions of her.
The drunken June. The shameless June. The ass-kissing June. And forth.
After vomiting, she cleaned her mouth and face before settling unto the cold, tiled floor. Feeling utterly drained and fatigued, she could only gaze at the light fixture suspended above, causing her vision to blur and her neck to ache.
She harbored a strong distaste for stripping. But she had no other choice. She couldn’t deny the fact that it had provided her with earnings far beyond mere part-time jobs would get her. And she needed money. She needed to make as ku j as she could.
For her younger siblings, Amy and Aiden. She wanted to give them the best. She would do anything to give them the life she couldn’t experience. And she would make sure life wasn’t hard for them as it was for her.
Her gaze dropped to her aching leg with blisters. Consequences of wearing a heeled shoe every day. Which was compulsory.
She was slowly breaking down. Stripping was taking a physical and mental toll on her. But she couldn’t bring herself to quit because of the pay she got every night. Plus the tips.
She closed her eyes. The cold air streaming from the window seeped into her skin. Within minutes, drowsiness overtook her.
She shook her head intermittently to prevent herself from falling asleep as time went by.
Passing out in the bathroom was not idle for her. She would lose a whole lot of tips and she didn’t want that.
After it felt like a century had passed, she finally opened her eyes. She shoved her hands into the small pocket of her mini skirt. Today she went with a miniskirt that barely cover her ass coupled with a fishnet thong and a tight blouse that rode above her belly button.
Elation bubbled in her as her fingers grazed over the bundle.
A massive smile spread across her face when her eyes landed on the tips. And all her efforts suddenly seemed worth it.
Though the man who tipped her crept her the hell out. It was better than a pervert Vip. The man had a fetish for seeing her drink alcohol.
She would choose the man over a pervert. Because she wouldn’t be touched inappropriately and wouldn’t be expected to offer sex because she was a mere stripper.
Out of all the lines she would cross, offering sex for money would never be among them. She would never do it. She would die first before she offered sex for money.
She sighed heavily. Lola was right all along. If she didn’t want to go insane working in the club, she should start smoking. She heard from her best friend, Lola that it was a great stress relief. Though, she hadn’t tested it out.
She curled into a ball and buried her head between her knees. Just for a few minutes, she thought as she closed her eyes and let herself drown in the quiet cold nights.
She wished she could stay like this for the rest of the night but it was no brainer. She couldn’t. She needed to make money.
She was already drifting off sleep, when a deafening crash shattered the silence, causing her heart to jolt from the impact.
Not wanting to be a part of what was unfolding she dug her head deeper into her legs.
It was probably a fight she didn’t want to be a part of.
Her head raised alarmingly when a high-pitched scream pierced through the aftermath of the crash
Confused and frightened she wondered what was going on.
Screams echoed from behind the door as she cautiously made her way to the hallway.
Stepping outside, she was met with a horrifying sight that left her utterly speechless. “Oh my God!” she gasped in shock.
Momentarily, she stood frozen in front of the horrifying scene. The previously amethyst-tiled floor was now marred with spilled drinks, and expensive wine bottles lay shattered around her. On the floor, lay a stripper with a bruised face while a man in a leopard print suit hovered over her. The man forcefully tugged at the stripper’s hair and yanked her up with it. He landed a smack on her cheek and June gasped in trepidation. For some minutes, She was immobilized, unable to take any action, as she watched the assault in shock and horror. As the stripper began to bleed through her nose, June’s instincts kicked in, and without hesitation, she stomped across the hallway and lunged at the man, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck in an attempt to intervene. Not that she could take the man. He was hefty and way stronger. But she couldn’t bear the assault. The struggle between her and the man went on for some seconds, and for a moment, it seemed as if she might have the u
Ollie had a low sex drive. At least that was what he believed before he met June. Need to say he just had a massive self-control that did not work when it came to June. The girl who had him visualizing a hundred and nine unholy ways he wanted to fuck her. He couldn’t stop thinking about how well she would take his cock. How sweet his name would be on her lips as he thrust into her. She was the epitome of his dark fantasies. An obsession from the day he laid his eyes on her. He cursed and blessed his friend, Logan for coercing him to come to the strip club with him that night. The night had changed the trajectory of his life It was the night he met Venus herself. Suddenly he wasn’t a workaholic anymore but a junekaholic. A fact he wasn’t so pleased with. It was about proving Logan wrong that he could have fun when he wanted to. But he’d ended up proving himself wrong. Because him having a low sex drive was nothing but a lie. The thought he’d had about sex for the past few
Everything made sense. The reason she was acting strange and had been so docile and submissive to him. It was because she was hurt. Someone dared lay a hand on her. A flicker of anger simmered in him. “Come over.” He said. Defiance played in her eyes. But she sighed as if too tired to go against him. She slumbered towards him, swinging her hips side by side. Creeping into the shadow, she halted in front of him “Closer,” He said. As she stepped closer, her scent waffled around him and he sucked in a breath, taking in as much as he could as if his life depended on it. He raised his head and met her gaze. Her brown eyes never ceased to give her away. “What is wrong?” slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. She blinked once then twice, surprise morphing into her face. Her cold expression cracked and softened for a moment. His head tilted, unsure as to why a simple question from him elicited such a reaction from her. “Are you okay?” he asked. His voice voided
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The hibiscus pink sun of the evening added luster to the golden miniature stature of his first hotel. Ollie stretched in his seat, rubbing his eyes. His gaze moved through the numerous wall clock in his office. After a long day, he needed to go see June. He put his hands over his face. June? After a long day, he wanted to go to a strip club.His phone dinged with a lot of notifications and heaved startled. Who the fuck was that?He groaned as he stretched his hands over the pile of files on his desk. He swept through the desk until his hands met his phone.Hissing at the first message he laid his eyes on. It was the fuckers he called a friend. Logan: I'm back from my trip. Ollie growled. He couldn’t care less. Ollie: what is this group for? He punched into his phone. Ava: To chatOllie: Why?Max: Old man cannot use a GC. Ollie:?Max: what? It’s the truthLogan: I said I'm back.Max: Okay.Logan: Okay? Gone for two months and that is what I receive?Ollie: This is childish. Max:
June doubled her step when she footed out of the dancing room to conceal her teary face. She tried to stop herself from crying but she couldn’t help it. Tears flowed down her face like a fountain. I have heard worse. That was what she used to console herself but it wasn’t working. It was as if it only triggered more tears from her eyes. Lola materialized in her line of vision. “What’s the wrong babe?” Oh fuck. This was what she hated. How was she supposed to explain that she was in tears because a douchebag insulted her? “Nothing. I got something in my eyes.” She hurriedly cleaned her face with the back of her hand. Sniffing she turned to Lola. “Something entered my eyes.”“Let me take a look.” Lola brought her hands close to her eyes June tilted her face away from Lola’s touch. “It’s fine. I’ll wash it. And my face is kinda itchy too.” She said, scratching the skin close to her eyes. “Sorry.” Lola pouted. Concern in her voice. “You should have it checked.” “I will.” She mana
June’s jaw plopped as she descended from the taxi. For seconds, she stood star-struck in front of a grand casino. Four-story building of glittering glass walls towered over her. All thanks to the location tracker she had implanted on her brother’s phone for days like this. It wasn’t so hard to track him down. What the hell was he doing in a casino that looked like this? The few times she had to track him. She always found him in a shitty gambling room. Not a place this enormously flattering.She smoothened her hands on her baggy black pants feeling a-teeny intimidated before walking through the queue of expensive cars she had never seen before. Her head blurred. John was here to use her savings to compete with people like this? Anxiety mixed with a trace of anger rode her spine.Her eyes caught the glimpse of the sparkling board that displayed The Echo as she ambled into the magnificent compound of the casino. She doubled her step toward the entrance of the building trying not to pa
The bouncer bowed their heads and parted in front of her. Masculine intoxicating scent preceded Ollie before he aligned with her. She wanted to drown in his redolence. She took a deep breath after a string of shivers passed through her spine. Forgetting momentarily as to why she was here in the first place. Was she this powerless over herself?“Let her in.” Deep and exquisite, he repeated. The bouncers welcomed him. “Mr. Ollie.” She observed him from the corner of her eyes as he waved a hand to the bouncers in a dismissive manner. “Wasn’t that easy?” She frowned even though she wasn’t the one that made them oblige. Now all she had to do was look for John and get Ollie off her back. How easy. June made an effort to not let her mind go wild as she ambled into the casino in a nerve-racking silence with Ollie behind her She felt his gaze boring into her at the tip of her fingers. And his presence looming over her, making her shudder. Her knees were a second away from becoming watery