Chapter 3 The club

Vanessa tiptoed into the worn-out building, her apartment was in, to avoid any confrontation with her landlord. It was a two-story building that had served its purpose in life and was ready to give up. She was pretty sure the building was leaning onto one side.

She took the stairs, not wanting to play a risky game with the elevator always breaking down.

She arrived in front of her apartment which was the first room on the top floor, she placed the key inside and prayed to God it would not be stuck. And he answered prayers. As the door opened with a creak, she strolled inside and turned on the light bulb, which was the only thing illuminating the room.

It was a one-room apartment with just enough room for a tiny bed and a study desk, at one side was a makeshift kitchen with pots and pans hung on the wall to save space, a mini-fridge stood close to the bed, it was adjoined to a bathroom she shared with two other tenants, it wasn't the best living conditions neither was it comfortable, but it was hers, and it was better than nothing.

She changed out of her clothes and headed for the shower, thankfully finding no occupants. After showering with a limited amount of water to avoid increasing the water bill, she changed into her pyjamas which she has been using for 4 years straight, and flopped on her bed.

Vanessa's thoughts were all over the place. She weighed the pros and cons of her decision, the pros including her being able to pay her rent and maybe life being more comfortable, she could even go back to school, and strippers make a lot of money. The cons include, her possibly getting kidnapped, raped, or killed. It was dangerous, but she was doing it anyway. Her mind drifted to a certain expensive dude she met that day.

He was handsome, famous, and rich, God just gave some people everything. Curiosity got the best of her, and she pulled out her phone if she could still call it that, and searched online.

Turns out Mr. Valentino Foxx's arrogance was justified, he had enough money to be rude. She couldn't even blame him, he was one of the richest men in New York with a chain of businesses both locally and internationally, the majority of the local businesses in the state he had a connection to, she tapped on images and she swore she got pregnant, the man was beautiful, hot, and well-endowed from the pictures she was seeing he had the body proportions of a Greek god and the lips of an Amazon princess, Vanessa felt her thighs dampen just by looking at his shirtless photos.

She could not relieve herself because the walls were extremely thin, and she also could not afford to take a cold shower because of the water bill. Now she was annoyed at this hot bastard and herself for putting her in this condition.

She turned off her phone and slept, ignoring the pool of desire in her stomach.

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Vanessa had once again snuck out of her apartment building as early as six a.m. for previously stated reasons. She sat at a café, sipping her coffee, and watched the already busy city.

She had to find a job, something she could do for now, and also she needed money for a decent outfit for the club since that was something she did not own.

She let her feet take her as she wandered the busy streets of New York, eyes searching desperately for a sign. She soon found one in front of a library and stacked outside the small building was a load of boxes, she walked inside and approached the middle-aged woman she saw.

“Hello ma, I saw the sign outside and was wondering if I could apply for it,” she inquired

“Oh darling this kind of job isn't for you, I need someone to carry the boxes of books delivered every four days, it's a strenuous job that requires a lot of strength, and it's not something a pretty girl like you can do” She replied offering her a smile, her pearly whites on display

“Ma, don't let the outside deceive you, I'm stronger than I look, and I can do it if the pay is good” she tried persuading

“The pay is attractive, dear, but I'm worried about your safety ”she spoke “I take dance in school, so I have the stamina for it, I can do it” she continued desperately

Either she saw the Desperation in Vanessa's eyes or she got tired of arguing, but she agreed anyway. She now had the job and would get half the payment if she Carried the one outside into the small library.

She immediately got to work, lifting the heavy boxes and trying to hide the toll it was taking on her.

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Her entire limbs and forearms ached as she approached a clothing store not too far away from the library.

As she was browsing through the shop, the sales attendants tried offering suggestions of adorable and sexy dresses she wished she could afford.

“Between me and you, can you get me the cheapest and sexiest dress you could find? ” she whispered to the sales attendant.

Her smile seemed to falter a little before she composed herself and went into the back of the store. She emerged a few minutes later with a small maroon body-con dress.

“It's been in stock for so long, so the price has dropped and since it's out of style nobody wants it anymore, this is the cheapest one I could find” She explained

She smiled widely at her as she saw the price tag on the dress, it was affordable, and she would still have money for food.

“I'll take it! ” Vanessa smiled widely, suppressing the urge to hug her.

“Okay then, let's sort it out” She walked to the cash register and printed out the receipt for her

“Oh, have this, it goes well with the dress, it's my gift for being an employee of the month, but I don't wear heels so,” She said with a smile adding the shoebox to the bag and offering it to her

She didn't suppress it this time and gave her a brief hug before leaving the shop with a smile.

If the entire day goes well like this, she'd be able to solve all my problems, she thought happily

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Vanessa waited patiently in the dark alley of LUXURY, she adjusted the maroon body-con dress she wore, and she was thankful to the sales attendant, the shoes matched the dress perfectly, it hugged her body in all the right places, and she was a well-endowed young lady thanks to her mother's gene and she always loved that about herself.

The greasy back door of the club was suddenly unlocked to reveal Nora

“Sorry, we don't use this door often, and I was afraid it wouldn't open, and damn girl, I forgot how sexy you can be when you tried” She pulled Vanessa inside the club, and they began walking in a dimly lit corridor.

“Thank you for doing this Nora, I promise to pay you back” She was extremely grateful, and she wanted her to know that

“Don't mention it, Nessa, we're family, and we'll stick together” She replied pulling Vanessa into a side hug

“You'd find rich men and women down here, but please avoid the top floor, the VIPs are holding a meeting, and they're people you want to avoid running into” She warned sternly

“Isn't everyone here VIPs?” Nessa asked, confused.

“They're the VIPs of the VIPs if that makes sense” She explained “And also everyone out there will be wearing a wristband if it's blue, it means the person's straight, and if it's red, it means they're gay, some wear both of the wristbands to show they're Bi so good luck, I'll be at the bar working, call me if you need anything ” She instructed, they shared one final hug and parted ways.

Vanessa immediately went to one of the countertops in the club and sat down, eyes roaming the place, the dimly lit club with blue and red lights as various expensive-looking people both men and women filled it, some were seated in the armchairs that were scattered around the club, some were by the bar just like her and some stood in the shadows watching.

The double doors that were at the end of the room were opened to reveal beautiful men and women all strutting out, they dispersed Into the room meeting various clients.

She downed the shot of vodka she was offered by the bartender and set out to find her first client.

Vanessa saw an older man sitting on one of the armchairs and approached him

“Hello, can I sit here? ”

His eyes roamed her body shamelessly and he smirked “My lap will be more comfortable ” He smirked, patting his lap for her to sit.

She sat down feeling disgusted by the man, she had a thing for older men but seeing him act like a complete pervert while he had a ring on his finger was sickening, she quickly smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, he pulled her closer by her waist

"You're really pretty baby " He breathed out trying to act sexy

"I know" she answered letting out a chuckle " I have an offer for you"

"Anything you want baby, tell me " He continued kissing the crook of my neck, and she tried her hardest not to puke

"How about I give you private shows, all you have to do is call and I'll strip out of these uncomfortable pieces for you" she whispered in his ear, licking her lips

She could tell the fool was getting excited

"Is that so, can I touch you? Is grabbing this milky ass of yours, allowed? " He moved his arms to grab her ass but she slapped his hands off.

"No, no you naughty man, but if you pay well you might get a lapdance and a few bellies rub" she spoke stroking his chin

"I can pay baby, I'm rich, I have money"

"Well here's my contact call me whenever you're ready" she handed him a card and kissed his cheeks before standing up and moving to the bar, her phone binged in her pocket and immediately she saw the text she knew it was him, She looked back to see him winking at me

"Hit me with another shot," she told the bartender, feeling bile rise in her throat.