I try my best to walk straight and without wincing into the club house. Or to be more accurately, "The Dignified Whorehouse." The club has strippers, private dancers, private private rooms(for doing more than dancing), and hosting. Which is what I was doing tonight. No way did I want to wave my ass around or have a dick shoved into it.
I hear the gruffy voice again, "Kyle, glad you could make it. Come in."
I follow him inside. Music can be heard coming from other rooms, as well as.....
"Ah! Mmmn!"
My face heats up, and I try to think about something else. "Wow, seems like...uh, a nice place.."
Gruffy glances over his shoulder and winks.
He tells me the room I'm supposed to host, 101, and shows me to a changing room where I could, well change, and make myself more.. presentable.
The lady in the room gives me a suit, or more like a waiter/servant looking suit. Then she starts appling some makeup onto my face.
"Oh you have such a youthful and cute face, " she says cheerfully, "and those eyes, just beautiful."
I turn to look in the mirror, she has pushed my bangs to the side a bit, so you could see my eyes. Pale green eyes. Pale eyes that seem to glow, at night, or light up and sparkle if the light shines on them. At least, I looked a bit more normal with my dyed brown hair. Green glowing eyes-no problem. Green glowing eyes and white hair-very noticeable and freaky. I don't know if she means it, or if she's just trying to be nice. No one's ever said that besides my mom.
The makeup covers up my tired face. I push my hair over my face so I could cover my eyes more.
"Thank you," I say quietly and walk up to get to my host.
Just as I'm about to go, she exclaims, "Wait! There's been a change. You are to go to Room 48."
Now I'm confused. The puzzlement must show on my face because she quickly adds, "but still just hosting. Just there's a new customer that came in demanding you, and even flashed some bills. Don't worry Sweetie, you all be making way more now, $1,000 just for 20 minutes." She then turns and walks away.
Still completely confused, I walk to Room 48. I have a bad feeling about this, but at the same time, I need the money. Well, it's only for 20 minutes. I can handle that.
I take a breath, then open the door and walk in.
"...Shit."
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"Kian."
As soon as I step through the door, I see "John" sitting there. I curse and turn towards the door. In a flash, John grabs my arm, and locks the door.
"What the-"
"We need to talk."
I struggle to get out of his grip, "Let go! I know you're not my father."
He stares at me and then says, "That's true."
I stare blankly at his face. What the....then why the hell are you following me around claiming to be my guardian. What the hell's wrong with this guy!?
"But I was a friend of his. And he left you to me in his will."
I froze. He's dead? Oh well, it should not matter much to me, he wasn't even part of my life. Or my mother's.
John cleared his throat, "Now let's head home, I'm extremely tired. It took a whole month to find you."
He opens the door, and starts pulling me down the hall.
Eh? Ehhhhhh? Home? Wait? What? I thought in a scramble.
My brain was still trying to wrap itself around this.
"W-wait!"
"L-let go!"
I struggle the whole time he drags me, digging my heels onto the floor. A guy sees the commotion and says, " Hey, he's working here. Let go of him."
As soon as I think I'm saved, John flashes out bills. And not like 20-dollar bills. The man gives him a stack of hundreds, probably a thousand. Wait....that was the money I was supposed to be making!
I feel myself jerked again, and he drags me outside to his car.
My eyes widen.
"N-no....!"
I try to take a swing at him, but he catches my arm, opens the door, and pushes me in.
The door is shut and I scramble to open it and get out. Its locked. I bang on the window, and kick at the doors, everywhere.
The car starts driving.
I'm being kidnapped.
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