Siya's pov
When I was a little girl I had a dream to become a writer. To write something about the world, to inspire people. My father once told me words never vanish, people remember things that made them feel alive and a writer's pen is like a magic wand that holds the power to do that.
But little did I know that I would end up here in Mumbai's high-end strip club extremely posh heaven exclusively for millionaires and billionaires. People around the world came here as this club is one of its kind and it's also the only strip club in India.
It's not like I hate my job or something, this is my only source of survival, the tips I get are good and they pay me a lot more than a simple nine to five job.
"Siya.......hey what happen?" Minal's voice startles me a little.
"you look tense are you okay," she asks while keenly looking at me.
"oh no, I was just zoning out. you know my habits. You want something" I ask her. Minal is my very good friend. I met her 4 years ago when I start working here. She was also new like me at that time.
"yeah... Mark want to talk to you about something very important"
"very important?......... Okay," I don't know what to say so I walked towards Mark's office he is the manager here and our boss.
Before knocking on the door I straight my dress with my hand and practice smiling perfectly. Mark is a person who wants everything perfect' even though we are friends but still inside the club he changes his jolly friendly behaviour to a bossy-friendly kind of behaviour, so from our dress to looks to postures and even our smile he wants everything perfect, especially from me and Minal as we are close to him and he doesn't want to scold us.
I knock on the door and the tired voice answers me to come in. I walk inside to a man in his early 30s sitting behind the table looking exhausted and a little freaked out which is very rare for Mark.
Ahem ahem, I clear my throats to remind him that I'm here as per his order.
"Siya..... Hey" he looks at me and then signalled me to sit down on the chair in front of his table leaving me confused cause as far as I know him, he never asks employees which includes his friends too to sit unless he is going to give them some important job or fire them.
And there is no important or serious work in the club as far as I know. But also I don't make any mistakes.
"did I do something wrong? are you going to fire me?" I bombard him with questions as soon as I sit down.
"No girl relax I'm not going to fire you, you're one of the best ...... In fact, I have a very special job for you. Tonight the owner of this club, Mr Mehrotra is having a meeting with some very important people in our exclusive VIP section......" with a small smile of relief listen to him carefully.
" and he wants only one waitress to serve him and his guests tonight. So I want you to serve them "he finished leaving me confused because Mr Mehrotra never asks any waitress to serve him whenever he visits the club he prefers stripper for all services, maybe his guest is indeed really important.
"Thank you, Mark, for giving me this opportunity but can I ask you one question please" he nodded his head gesture me to continue.
"why you want me to serve them I mean there are waitress who is more pretty and graceful than me," I ask with little hesitation although Mark is my friend but still what if he thought I'm not interested in this opportunity so I use my words carefully.
"because I know about your weak financial condition and you'll get extra money for this job and I just don't want beautiful and graceful. I want someone who can represent our club and the girls you talk about half of them will try to seduce them because they are fucking rich and half don't know how to handle important people. You are perfect, you how to handle intimidating, important guest you have done it before and I trust you. " he voice make me feel happy and a wide smile spread on my lips automatically.
" thank you so much, buddy. I won't let you down promise "I said as I stand up he winks at me and mutter a small I trust you.
" wait " his voice stopped me. I turn around to see him holding a bag, he signalled me to take it.
" what it is, " I ask.
" A dress, you have to wear it tonight. It's Mr Mehrotra's order" he said with a sympathetic tone. I know if it's his order then definitely the dress is going to be short, revealing and seductive.
I took the bag from his hand and leave his office.
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It is 9:21 pm and we are already busy serving rich, spoil men. Strippers are dancing gracefully on poles while men lustfully staring at their slim bodies.
There are a total of 17 girls, all of them are foreign. Some are from the Philippines, some are from Malaysia and some are Russian and Thais.
They all are beautiful and tall and gorgeous, especially Jackie. She is new and from Russia. She looks like a fragile doll with her green doe eyes and chestnut hair. She is indeed a beauty. The girls keep changing here, no stripper is permanent. Which I find very strange.
Another weird thing is we are not allowed to talk to them, they come in a group, they perform for billionaires and millionaires and they go to their place.
Their place is a building Mr Mehrotra own, well he owns lots of stuff.
I place a glass of whisky and move towards an old, fat balding man who has expressions like he is in heaven, well for some men this place is indeed a paradise that is why just after 20 minutes of opening there are so many people.
Mark told me that our boss and his guest will be here at 10 o'clock so decided to change from my normal waitress dress to the one Mark gave me.
I walk towards the area where we usually change our clothes it's a big room with lockers and vanity tables it's only for the waitress, strippers got their own.
I got the dress out of the bag and it left me speechless, not in a good way. This black dress is too short and definitely going to be too revealing.
I grab my phone to call Mark and tell him that I can't wear this dress. But.......... Mark can't do anything it's a straight order from Mr Mehrotra.
I try to figure out any possible way not to wear this dress......... But nothing happened in last I found myself standing in the front of the mirror in a little slutty black dress.
Its V neck is very deep, my half breasts are on display. I sometimes feel uneasy wearing a waitress uniform because our uniform is also quite short but it's not revealing that much but this dress leaves nothing for imagination.
I put on red lipstick and tie my hair in a high ponytail as I feel uncomfortable working in loose hair.
I checked myself one last time in the mirror if I'm forgetting anything, I slipped into my usual working black pumps and made my way back into the club.
As I stepped into the corridor I saw Minal coming towards me hastily.
"thank goodness bae you're ready otherwise Mark was going to kill you," she said in relief but her expression changes as soon as her eyes saw the whole appearance she gave me a look of what the fuck are you wearing.
"It's Mr Mehrotra's order, he wants me to serve them while wearing this dress" I explained to her.
"I know that bastard thinks that every girl working here is whore that 's why he sends dresses like this to waitresses whenever his important guest visits the club," she said bitterly, almost every waitress who works here hates Mehrotra. He treats us like he owns us.
I give her a sad smile because we're his employees. If we speak against him he'll fire us and losing a job is a luxury we can't afford right now.
"and by the way you're looking damn hot babe," she tries to build up some confidence in me, trying to make me a little comfortable in this dress which kinda worked. I took a deep breath and smile professionally
Both of us start walking but I have to go to the mark's office and get back to her work.
I was about to knock on his door but his manly voice stopped me. I turn around to see him walking towards me or I might say his office.
"they are here in exclusive VIP go serve them"
I nodded my head and my way towards the exclusive VIP.
All the VIP rooms are on the second floor as the first floor is for regular nights.
As the lifts door open, I was welcomed by eerily silence. Normally all the VIP rooms are always full for bachelor parties and sometimes for meetings too. But today I can tell that every room is empty.
I ignored the weird feeling in my guts and walked towards the exclusive VIP.
When I reached there I took a deep breath, straightened my dress and knocked on the door.
A male voice ordered me to come in, which I recognize as Mr Mehrotra's.
I twist the knob, open the door and walk inside............
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