Torn Between Brothers

Audrey's POV

“Do you want all your hair pulled out this second?” My boss yelled at me, her voice pulling down the whole place, even the noise in the club wasn't louder than her yelling. And I certainly wouldn't want her to pull all my hair out.

“No ma'am. I just wanted you to know before I leave.”

“Well, now I know, and my decision stays the same. You stay here, work your ass off until all your debts are paid.”

How she loved to embarrass me every single time by reminding me I owed her a huge sum of money.

Her voice has never been lower, she yelled all the time, at me, at anyone. She continued with counting some stack of cash by her desk, chewing on her gum voraciously, but I kept on at it, trying to make her understand my point of view.

“Please ma'am. I need to go home. My sister needs me. She's all alone at home, and…and she's sick.”

She stopped counting, her reddish cheeks glowing like she had applied some heavy red blush to it. Her face was chubby and her brown eyes glared at me sternly.

“Please ma'am, my sister is sick.” She mimicked me. “I don't give a fuck if she dies.”

My fists clenched at my side, I imagined giving her a punch to that fat face of hers. How dare she talk about my sister like that? I tried to calm down, I couldn't think of violence, at least not now. Not while i was close to convincing her to let me retire early from work today, but she never agreed to it until I could bribe her with something of mine.

“Okay, fine. I'll hand over all my tips for tonight's work.” I said, that should change her mind. I put my hand into my handbag as I brought out some frizzled dollars, placing it all on her table.

The moment her eyes saw the money, she stopped counting again, her jaws were ajar and I could see the gum in her mouth.

“You bloody snake.” She exclaimed bitterly, grabbing all the money I placed on her desk like a greedy pig.

“You are in serious trouble, whore. You owe me so much and you decide to keep all these tips to yourself. How greedy and cruel?” She said, adding the money to whatever amount she had counted and dropped by her drawer.

What? Me? Cruel and greedy? She was the greedy one, lounging at the money I worked for, it was my sweat, I never stole from her.

“With all due respect ma'am, I never stole from you. These are tips from the customers, it's my money ma'am.” But now it was all hers.

She scoffed, not looking into my direction, but into the direction of the pile of dollars in her hands.

I leaned towards her desk a bit. “Can I go now, madam lulu?” My voice softened, waiting for a positive answer.

Suddenly her phone rang. She rolled her eyes at me, picking up the phone. I bit my lips frustratedly.

“Get out!” she instructed violently.

I smiled, at last. “Oh, thank you ma'am”

“Thank you? You're not leaving.”she said, ruining my mood once again.

I closed the door behind me, checking the time on my wristwatch. It was 8pm sharp. My back slid down the door, I dropped to the floor. I wanted to shed tears but I remembered to check up on Mira instead. I took out my phone, dialing a number.

“Hey, Audrey.” Abby's tired voice echoed through the phone. I felt guilty instantly, my poor best friend was stuck with looking after my cancer patient sister.

“I'm so sorry. I might be a little late.”

“What's wrong this time?”Abby asked, I couldn't tell if she had asked the question out of concern or tiredness.

“Audrey, come in here.” Madam lulu called out. I stood up immediately, “I'll give you a call once I'm done with work. Tell Mira I will be back home soon.”

“She's asleep. Go do your work.” Abby responded. With that she ended the call. I shoved my phone into my leather jacket pocket, almost walking into the office but caught a glimpse of my bag still lying on the floor. I picked it up and entered the office.

“You called ma'am.” I said, closing the door gently.

“If you need to go home so badly, you have to do something in return.”she said, the smirk on her face revealed a lot about what she wanted me to do.

She continued “Someone is waiting, in the Vip room, a very lonely man who wants to have a happy night. Go be his guest, will you?” She swirled on her chair, watching me.

“What does he want me to do for him?” I had to ask. I could do anything, anything apart from sex.

“Stupid questions. Stop being a pest and go attend to a customer.”She yelled again, and this sent me reeling with agitation. She wasn't the only one who could get upset, I could too and if I did, I wouldn't be so nice.

I slammed the door shut as I walked into the midst of the crowded club again. Heading straight for the Vip rooms upstairs.

“How dare she give me any more tasks? After giving her all my tips, such bitchy pig.” I muttered, stomping up the stairs, each step a furious declaration of my frustration.

I stopped at the vip room, opening the door gently. “Hello, is anyone here?”I asked loudly, looking around the dark room as I closed the door behind me.

“Who stays so comfortably in such a dark place? Is he a vampire or something?”I couldn't help but mutter the words out of my mind as I turned on the light.

“A vampire?” A thick voice echoed behind me.

I spinned around immediately, screaming and punching the man in front of me in the process.

“Shit!” The man groaned in pain, his hands on his lips. He wore nothing but black pants, and he had hard abs too.

It was the lonely customer. “I'm so sorry.” I apologized, going towards him as I tried to check out his bleeding lips. The cut on his lip displayed his dark red blood. Most of the blood I've seen were disgusting to me but his was different, it looked sexy, with the way it stripped down to his bottom pinkish lips.

“I hope you don't treat your other customers this way too.” He said, his voice rather offended but calm, he turned away.

“No, no I don't. I swear I don't.”

“Sounds convincing,”he said. taking up the cellphone. No, I couldn't let him report this to Madam lulu. I rushed at him, holding down the telephone in his hands, I didn't mind that my hands accidentally rubbed his abs. But he seemed to mind.

His full brows now furrowed.

“You can't tell on me. Please. If you do, it will be the end of my job here. And worse, I might end up staying here all night, I don't want that to happen. I need to go home, sir. So please don't report this to my boss.”

His brows calmed down. “Move aside. I'm only calling room service.”

I moved away from the telephone,”Oh, my bad.” I felt stupid at that moment.

He was done calling room service, and now, down to the reason I was here. But before I began to speak he threw a check book at me. I caught it.

“Write down your price,”he ordered.

I was marvelled, I hadn't even done anything yet, and he was already paying. I might as well just entertain him for a little while and leave.

I wrote down a payable amount, handing the check back to him.

He looked at me, surprised, his gaze darted at the check book then back at me. “This is all you want?”

“That's what I charge for dancing for my customers.”I replied confidently

“Dance?” He paused. “Didn't your boss tell you what you're here for?”

I shook my head. Clueless.

He scoffed. Shaking his head too in amusement. He threw the check book, walking up to me. I stood still, his body came so close, my belly could feel his hard abs.

“Weren’t you told I was lonely…What can you do to make a lonely man happy?”

I swallowed the lump that suddenly grew in my throat, glaring at his thick brows and glowing blue eyes. “What do you want?” I managed to speak up.

“I want you…”