CHAPTER NINE

Penny managed to get me to calm down for a while and coerced me to finish my meal.

She said I would need my strength later that night because I was supposed to start working that night.

This was it. I was going to be forced to wear a bra and thongs and dance on a pole for disgusting old men.

Penny returned a few minutes later after she took away the empty plates.

I noticed the uniform in her hand. She laid it out on the bed.

“Here. Your uniform.” She murmured. I scoffed, my heart sinking to my stomach.

“Uniform? They're barely clothes, Penny. What the hell is this?” I exclaimed.

“Barbara picks the outfit herself. This is the official club outfit. All the escorts wear it.” She said.

Escorts? She meant callgirls, prostitutes…

Barbara picked these? I was starting to like her less and less whoever she was.

I felt pity for her for a while. How would I feel if my boyfriend openly had other girls he fucked and I had to be the one to take care of them?

But here she was picking this ridiculous outfit! If it were me, I would obviously put these girls in unattractive outfits just to piss Zayne off or turn him off.

I stared at the so-called uniform again and slowly raised it in the air. Margie wouldn't even dare wear such a sultry dress.

They were way too tiny! The world's smallest crop top and the world's shortest skirt.

Would I even fit into that? I might as well go out naked.

“It's almost time for you to go out, Brittany.” Penny announced.

For a moment, I actually forgot she was in the room.

“No way. I'm not going out in ‘that’, Penny.” I said.

She stared at me with pleading eyes. “Please…I'm going to get into trouble if you don't.” She begged.

She looked genuinely scared. Was Zayne or his girlfriend going to hurt her or something?

The worst that could happen was losing her job right? That didn't sound like such a bad thing.

Why anyone would want to work at this club was beyond me. Sure, maybe she had no idea what it was all about when she applied for a job but why not stop the moment she found out?

I didn't know her, so I shouldn't judge her. I must be making her job difficult too.

She already told me how all the girls before me had been eager to be Zayne's plaything.

They must have all cooperated without a hitch.

“Fine.” I said in surrender. She sighed in relief.

“Come on, I'll show you to the bathroom. I'm supposed to help you shower too. Is that okay?” She asked.

I scoffed, “What the hell?” What sort of kinky shit was going on here? Why did she have to give me a shower?

I narrowed my eyes on her. Or was that just Penny's excuse? Maybe her way of coping with the madness of this place?

Wait…was that why she kept the job when she must have found out what was going on?

Was this a way to play out her fantasies?

Penny started to laugh as she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Oh my God….look at your face. Jeez.” She laughed.

“What's so funny?” I asked, irritation evident in my voice.

“Don't worry. I'm not into women, Brittany. And I'm not actually going to touch you. I'll just be in the bathroom with you. It's just to make sure you don't try to escape.” She said.

I scoffed.

“Whatever. I can't be too sure…there's already a lot of weird stuff going on here…” I said.

She shook her head, a smile tugging on her lips as she moved towards the wall and pressed a button on the wall.

A small keypad for a lock shot out of the wall and my eyes widened.

“Cool.” I murmured. She punched in the code I couldn't see and a door I could have sworn wasn't there opened up to reveal a large ass bathroom.

My eyes widened as I ran in. It was even bigger than the room. It had everything! Windows…jacuzzi, hot tub, showers…

It looked more like a room than a bathroom.

“You should have mentioned the bathroom sooner. I wouldn't have had any objections.” I said breathlessly.

She laughed and came in too, I watched as she moved about getting everything I needed ready.

When she was done, she placed the uniform and towels and everything I would need to get ready on the couch in the bathroom and took a seat too.

“You can have your bath now.” She told me.

I took off the clothes I was wearing. The one I picked out for Bryan's wedding so I could show him how good my body was and show him what he lost.

Pathetic…I should have just stayed in Los Angeles. Now, here I was about to become a stripper.

I stepped into the Jacuzzi and let out a sigh as I got fully immersed in the water.

The body wash smelled of expensive stuff. It smelt exotic and sexy. If that made any sense…all these just to pimp me out to Zayne?

I shut off all thoughts of him or my situation at the moment and closed my eyes.

I haven't had a bath this good ever, and I just wanted to savor it.

“This feels really nice.” I sighed.

“I know right? I've never tried it…” she sighed.

I opened my eyes and looked over at her.

“Huh? Weird…it would have been the first thing I tried if I was in your shoes.” I told her.

She laughed. “I know right but apparently there's a camera in here and I don't want to get into trouble with Barbara.” She said.

I looked around trying to find a camera or CCTV but I couldn't seem to find any.

“I don't see anything.” I said.

She shrugged. “Neither did I. Maybe she's just messing with me but I wasn't really confident about finding out.” she said.

I looked again but there was nothing. My eyes fell on the window instead.

“Have you looked through the window before then? Where does it lead?” I asked.

The window was high but with a little effort, one could get up there.

“Yeah, once when I thought one of the girls might have escaped. I climbed up…it leads to another side of the club…near the gates…”

My ears perked up as I stared at the window.

“Forget it…that part of the club has the heaviest security. Putting that window there is just a way to torture you…make you think you have a chance but you don't…you can't get out of here, Brittany.”

Her eyes were filled with something I couldn't pinpoint. It told me there was more…something she wasn't telling me.

What on earth could it be? I shook my head and closed my eyes again. I should just enjoy my bath and worry about it later.

Who knew when I would enjoy another bath like this…

After tonight, I would be so dirty no amount of water or the number of times I took a bath would be enough to make me feel good again.