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"So," Ambrose says while putting his hands together. "Do you have any question for me? Anything at all? Apart from what we've discussed, that is." I shake my head. "I can't think of anything right now. I'm too excited and overwhelmed by everything that's happening. I guess I just need some time to sit down and figure everything out on my own." "Perfect," he says with a smile. "Now, I have to say that tomorrow morning is when your training will start. I'll talk to one of the girls and with Medwin as well. He's going to guide you through everything. Tomorrow at seven AM sharp, okay?" I nod, feeling butterflies in my stomach. "I'll be down here." "Anything else, please let me know. Oh, take this." Ambrose hands me the keys to the apartment. I can hardly believe that this is happening. I say, "Thank you for the opportunity. Really." He inclines his head. "Let's see how far we can go." I make it all the way upstairs. When I open the door, it hits Ander's forehead and he staggers back
Lara Toward the end of the day, I'm actually getting the hang of it, which impresses everyone, including myself. I knew before I stepped foot in the club that I wanted this badly and now, I'm actually proving that I do. By no means am I perfect, but it's the start of something, especially considering that it's my first time ever doing something like this. "Bravo!" Medwin says while clapping his hands. I bow dramatically, unsure of what else to do apart from staring at him and thanking him for the hundredth time. All the girls in the club cheer me on and honestly, I feel comfortable here. I have support, at least, and have no complaints about the girls. It seems everyone is here for work and they have their own clients, so there’s no need for competition. Everyone’s successful in their own way. Otherwise, Ambrose would never keep them here. When we climb off the stage, Ambrose is there. He hands me a paper cup filled with ice-cold water and I down it gratefully. He tells me, “You
DexterI take a sip of my drink while staring out of the window of my office. There’s a soft knock on the door behind me, and then I hear it open. I drink again, pretty sure that it’s my mate, Ellen, calling me down for the third time tonight. A dinner is being held downstairs, mostly with friends and her family since I have none. I can’t seem to find the energy nor the will to join them. “My love,” she says in a tight voice. “What’s wrong? Everyone’s waiting for you. We’re all expecting you downstairs.”I glance at her over my shoulder. Her blonde hair is in an updo and tendrils of hair are framing her delicate face. She’s dressed in a baby blue gown that really brings out the color in her eyes. She looks like a dream. But I can’t seem to love her more than I would love a friend. “I’ll be right there, Ellen,” I tell her kindly. “I just need some time to figure some things out.”“You told me that ten minutes ago,” she claims, a hint of concern in her voice. She then closes the do
The next few days go by in a jiffy.I can hardly believe that I’ve been here for five days already. It’s insane. It feels like only yesterday I stepped through that heavy door and found myself in completely unfamiliar territory. Now, I know the names of almost everyone here, and I’m getting way better at the dancing part. I took ballet classes when I was younger. Could that be why?After our third dance, Ambrose calls me down from the stage. He’s dressed in a red silk shirt which makes his skin even paler than it already is. I get closer to him while rubbing my sweat off my skin with a hand towel. All of us carry one around. “You’ve been doing great,” he informs me. “I’m very impressed by your progress, Lara. I think you’re going to do great during your opening.”“Thanks,” I say genuinely. “I hope I do a good job and don’t disappoint you.”“You’ll have your chance sooner than you think,” he states. “I thought that maybe you’d need a few more days but I think you’re ready, and guess
Lara I finish applying lipstick to my pouted lips. I believe my reflection is lying because it’s showing me a very calm and confident person, and right now, I don’t feel like that at all. I only have twenty minutes before I get on stage and show Ambrose what I’m worth. The man will probably be there, and then I’ll find out shortly afterward whether my practicing has paid off. Naturally, this is making me very nervous. It’s not something that is certain and there’s always the chance that it won’t go the way that Ambrose predicts. That scares me more than anything. I put the cap on the lipstick. It clicks in place. I then l put the lipstick down and step back a little. I’m dressed in a black and red ensemble. The bra is lacy and pushes my breasts upward, making my breasts look fuller and sexier. The black thong I’m wearing is a sharp contrast against the pale skin of my was. My stockings are in place, and they feel silky when I touch them. My heels are miles high. My skin is glitt
LaraI don't care how bad it looks. I don't care that I'll be fired, which is a shame because I've fought so hard to be in this position. I made a huge sacrifice and became adapted to this environment. I was completely unfamiliar with it and managed to thrive despite everything. I close the door and hurry away from it. I move as quickly as I can in these heels. I don't care about who's watching; I just want to reach the dressing room in the back and get dressed so I can get out of here."Lara?"It's Ambrose. I don't stop and turn around to see where he is. I just keep going. I reach the room, and thankfully, it's empty. Nobody needs to see me panicking like hell. The door behind me opens, though, bringing my fantasy of being alone to an end. "What's wrong?" Ambrose asks as he storms toward me. His face is a mask of shock. "Why did you leave him alone in the room? Why did you walk away?" He then pauses and takes a good look at me. "Why do you look so pale?"I try to bring his face b
DexterI check my watch again.I'm starting to grow really impatient. When I saw the new girl on stage, I became excited because it always gives me the opportunity to bribe her and get her to report to me on Ambrose's doings. I've not been very successful before because the new girls never stay for long and the ones here are too loyal to him. This I know because I was warned by one of my guards who'd been asking questions. Some of them are out there now, trying to get lucky. Again, I don't believe that he has any illicit activities going on, but Mr. King seems to think that he does, so I do what I'm told and don't complain. I'm starting to get really bored of waiting for this new girl, though. I don't have all night. What even made her leave the room so quickly and suddenly?I check my watch for what I tell myself will be the last time. A guy told me that she'd be here in five minutes, then two, and then he stopped answering my questions altogether. Is she coming or not? If not, the
LaraAmbrose comes into the room just as I'm putting my bra on. His eyes are wild and filled with concern. "What happened?"I shrug and point at the money. "He put this here and left.""Do you think he recognized you?""No, I don't think so. I don't know? I would've noticed it.""Why would he leave so abruptly after waiting for so long?"Ambrose is asking me all these questions but I don't have the answer for him. I don't know. I'm wondering the same thing and have no way of finding answers. I don't know if I'm in danger. I feel very strangely about all of this. He asked me my name, though. Was he expecting me to say Lara? Maybe I'm being an idiot for assuming that he didn't recognize me. Why wouldn't he?"What do we do now?" I ask him after a while."I don't know, Lara," he states before looking at me. "I have no idea. The choice is entirely up to you. I'm going to let you decide. Whatever you decide will be good enough for me. I can't force you to face this situation. It's not fair