Chapter 3. Aria and Besty

~ ~ Car blaring ~ ~

“Fuck, who the hell is that?” I cried. I was trying to have some rest after the hectic the day I had.

I cried all through the day and my head was aching. I took some painkillers drugs and I was laying on the couch to have some rest. Then I heard this car blaring continuously down the street and it sucked.

“Girl, I have been calling but you ain't picking up your calls. I've been blaring the car horn for you to join me out but you ignore. It's almost 7 pm” she barged into the house yelling.

“I'm tired!” I hit my face in dismay, I knew only a mad person could cause such a car blare. I seriously thought she was going to forget about me. It wasn't her first time proposing me to come join her at the club.

“I knew it” she picked a pillow on the couch and hit me on the face “I knew you were going to fail me at the last minute. Luckily I'm smarter than you and I'm here to be your drive date for the night” she pulled me out of the couch.

“Oh, Besty, I'm tired. I'm not in the mood” I cried. “You are never in the mood. Where is mum?” she asked.

“At church, she will spend the night, praying. While I will spend the night resting. I have to be at work very early tomorrow morning.” I was apprehensive about the whole thing.

“Don't bother you will be fine. Follow me you won't regret it” she said confidently as if she going to change myself to the better.

~ ~ Phone ringing ~ ~

She took out her phone, declined the call then kept it back into her bag without wasting any time.

“You won't do anything, promise. You just have to watch me do. You will see, it's not a big deal. Damn, girl, you used to be a very good dancer back then in school” she explained.

“Yeah, that was the until reality came knocking at my door. Now, with my miserable salary I can't even save my mum’s life. Betsy, thank you for all this but I just need space” I whimpered.

“She won't die, I promise you” she said confidently “Find something sexy and put on” she helped me Search the wardrobe “See this will do” she pulled out a white sexy gown.

“Damn, it's too short” I cried. “And so fucken what?” she said. “I won't be comfortable with it. It's a big NO. I will put this one” I pull out a long red fitting gown.

“You know what!, just put on whatever you like. We are running late” she stepped back and sat on the bed, watching me. “Like serious girl? Sandals?” she chided as I pulled out my black sandals to put on.

“Yes, the gown is already tight fighting enough I won't add heels on to call for attention. I want to be noticeable” I explained. That place was crammed with perverts. “Okay… Hurry up” she rolled her eyes wearily.

Once I was done, we moved out and I locked the house. I kept the keys where mum could easily find them. We boarded the cab Besty hired. He drove off immediately as we sat in.

I was sceptical about the whole thing, I didn't feel right deep within my soul.

At the club, the driver parked the car and we moved out. A few men roamed around with bottles of beer, smoking cigarettes, flirting with half-naked girls. Some were hiding in the dark shadows. Just peeping at them gave me some goosebumps.

My legs were sharp as we moved into the club “Seat here I will be back soon” she told with this she moved away. I was seated behind. A few girls were stripping already but the the club was barely filled.

“Where is she?” Mr Blaine asked. He's the manager of the club. He was seated in the VIP section of the club. I saw Besty talking to him but I didn't care.

“She’s here” she points at me. “Great,” he said with a malicious grinned on his face. He picked up his phone sent a text then he kept it down on the table. I was busily watching the strippers, asking myself a lot of questions.

“Who is the man?. I have to know him, she's my friend and I don't want her to get in bad hands” she fretted.

“He wants to keep her identity secret. Don't bother he’s a good man.” a notification arrived on his phone, he immediately checked it out and he smiled hearty “Your pay has increased to 10, 000 dollars” he said.

“Thank you, sir” Betsy smiled.

~ ~ phone ringing ~ ~

The smile on her face was immediately swept away at the sound of her phone. She lookout the phone and still decline the call.

“Get ready, it will be your turn soon. I don't pay you to be dressed” he yelled. “What about the girl and the money?” she asked.

“I will get back to you once my clients arrive. I hope you have clarified everything with your friend. I don't want any unpleasant surprise.” he asked. “Of course, I have and she understands everything ” she replied.

“Great!” he nodded his head while waving her away.

“Follow me,” she pulled me along with her to their dressing room. She changed then moved to the stage and started dancing. I was watching from the dressing room. I was more comfortable there away from those pervert lustful gazes.

As Besty, danced, it seemed easy. She effortlessly tugged her body on the pole. She had it in the blood. It wasn't as nasty as I thought. After all she was going to spend the night with all those men. “Just a simple dance, Aria” I told myself.

Money was spread on those strippers as if it was water rushing down a cliff. Damn! I wished I could run on stage, pick all the money then run away with it to save my mother's life. Is like those men lacked what to do with their money.