The club

"Hey, we need to get organized, go out for a bit, and talk about how we'll handle this. That may have gotten her way, but she doesn't know what she's missing out on...Shhh... Don't put yourself down, you're amazing, and she won't even notice that I'm gone," I interrupt, standing up before sitting back down and dropping my head onto the desk. "The problem is that our schedules are different, and we might only be able to see each other on Sundays." 

Ready to see the other side of things, I look up and start cleaning because it's almost time for the women's group to start working. 

"I have to go. My time is up, and that bitch is capable of sending me here. The problem is that I'm not good in this area," he says, standing up and starting to help me pick up the rest of the things we have strewn about my desk. 

I enjoyed the coffee, but the salad wasn't enough to fill me up. He knows that I'm not one of those girls who obsess over diet and body shape. 

"Take care. Don't let that, make your life impossible," I say before running into his arms and throwing the food bags into the trash. "Get back to work, and don't doubt that she'll be after you." 

"Hey, before I go, I wanted to let you know that we can go get a drink after work and celebrate this crappy day we've had. And don't even think about it because I'll be waiting for you," he warns me before I can protest, and then he's gone. 

I imagine accepting that invitation, both of us sitting in comfortable chairs and ordering a pair of margaritas or a stronger drink to get in the mood. 

Oh, I can already taste the bitter, sour, and salty mixture. 

Hmmm... It seems that I'm craving a night out and celebrating my misfortunes, as I've lost my job, though I've gained another one. However, it still bothers me that I've lost my best client. 

I have to put my phone in do not disturb mode. It's better to avoid problems on my first day at the new job I have. 

The calls start coming in, and when I hear the commotion of a group of crazy women, I don't hesitate to pick up the phone and answer the calls. 

I don't know, but my bitch instinct tells me that those women leave a lot to be desired, although I have to get along with them. They say to keep your enemies close. 

I answer the call and nod with a half-smile. 

The call I was on gets cut off, and I pretend that my full attention is on the computer. It can't be! I just received an email saying that I need to organize and create a folder where I have to keep track of each call made, in addition to everything being saved, for more security for the client and worker. 

"The lunch was good, and the worst part is that we have a meeting in an hour, and that's bad because it delayed the list of calls we have to answer." 

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" 

"Sorry for being nosy, but I'm new here, and I'm interested in knowing why the meeting is important and what the consequences are of not answering the calls," I stop typing and look up at her. 

"You're new here, and as the new person, you have to stay and answer all the calls, I'm sorry, but everyone went through it." 

"What?!" 

I shouldn't be surprised, I should be used to this kind of exploitation by now. I'm the new person, and they want me to do their work for them. However, I'm not going to sit idly by and take it. 

"Oh, thanks for the information, but I have to say that my supervisor has to brief me on everything, and in the meantime, I'll continue doing my job." 

Take that, you think you can take advantage of me? No... I'm not going to be anyone's doormat. I'll do my job, and let them keep dreaming. 

"We thought we could help with the filing..." 

"Thanks, but..." Just as I was about to speak my mind, a call interrupted me. 

+ 

Whew... Time flew by, I thought it was five in the evening, but my wristwatch says it's ten at night. I've been stuck on my first day at work, organizing documents and adding them to new folders. "New", it's logical that my first day wasn't going to be easy. 

I had to cancel on my friend and refuse the help of those women. No... I'm not that useless! 

As I exit the mall, I can see black mirrors in the parking lot and the faint illumination the moon provides. Electricity problems! I hastened my steps, I have to get to my motorcycle, I won't deny that fear has taken over me. 

"Where do you think you're going, doll?" out of nowhere, a stranger appears and without giving me time to escape or defend myself, he corners me. 

"That's none of your business, jerk! Help!" I scream as loud as I can, hoping the mall security guard can hear me. 

"No one will hear you, you're a whore who doesn't matter," the jerk sneers as he grabs my arm and squeezes it, "don't scream, or you'll die." 

Terrified of being hit, I close my eyes tightly and struggle with myself not to cry. 

"Help!" 

"Okay, okay, it's me, you don't have to cry," I open my eyes wide when I hear the voice of my friend Alexis, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist playing this prank on you since you stood me up earlier." 

No, no, no, I don't understand when his voice changed. 

"But... What's wrong with you, stupid?" I turn around and punch him in the chest before slapping him, "You idiot! How could you do this to me? You can't change your voice and play this kind of prank on me, it's not right!" 

I care that he stops talking to me, this has no justification, I almost died of fright. 

He complains of pain, and the first thing I do is ignore him and walk away, heading towards my motorcycle. I don't feel like talking, I even feel like I'm about to faint just from the scare of almost dying. 

"I'm sorry, babe, but I couldn't resist playing that prank on you." 

"What? You can't just say sorry, you can't do that!" I raise my voice, and in a fit of rage, I pull the key to my motorcycle out of my purse. 

"Don't be mad, it was just a little joke." 

(...) 

Once again, I declare myself a damn masochist. My best friend just played a tasteless prank on me, and yet I've forgiven him because we're about to enter the club he invited me to. I'm rewarding him and I should be punishing him! 

I still can't believe it. I openly stare at my friend's shameless face, that smile that's hard to erase. 

I snort and shrug my shoulders. He's won. 

God, today was a completely crazy day, and it's not even over yet. I feel tired, but apparently, my body insists on being able to keep going and not faint from exhaustion. Who knew talking so much could be tiring? 

"You didn't have to bring me to this club, it's too expensive," I complain, shaking my head as I look at my attire from head to toe. I look like a mess! 

I step away a bit, nervously biting my lower lip, and gaze at the building in front of me. Then I notice a logo shining in a golden tone. 

I've heard of this club, but I never gave myself the chance to come here. I absentmindedly play with the bracelet on my right hand, as I always do when I'm nervous. God, all this is because I don't have my card. 

"Relax, bitch, everything is paid for. We're special guests, and they say this place is your hot spot, so I think we're in the right place." 

I turn to look at him, unimpressed that my best friend sold me out for a few minutes of entry to one of the best nightclubs, one where innocence is not allowed. 

We approach two huge men, and Alexis whispers "hunks" to them, and both men smile and nod. 

What? That was a code! The entry code! 

Before I have time to ask, my friend pushes me forward and the two huge doors swing open wide, giving us access to the unknown paradise. 

Oh, it's an incredible place, from what I can barely make out in the low lighting. The place is huge, I realize as we make our way from the main entrance to the entrance of the dark world. 

My curious eyes roam the place, trying to take in everything around me at once. 

I have to admit, it's nothing like what I expected from a sex club. The walls aren't covered in burgundy wallpaper, there aren't any plastic-covered sofas to make cleaning easier. 

In the center, there's a big dance floor, a curved bar, and many tables around. And of course, the liquor bar! Ah... My body starts to react, the music that's about to burst my eardrums is rich, delicious, and savory. My body wants to enjoy and let loose. 

Ah, the adrenaline is pumping, this sensation is unique and pleasurable.