Chapter 1
VIOLET’S POV.
“Number 8, the client in VIP room 1 requested you!” A familiar voice called into the changing room, eliciting a groan out of me because I am number three.
Staring at the reflection of myself in the mirror and I felt my heart sink down to my stomach, never in a thousand years would I have thought that I was going to be in this situation.
A cheap stripper that had dropped out of highschool because her father had abandoned her with heaps of debts to pay.
My stomach clenched tight as I recalled the day he left, he didn’t even have the decency to talk to me about it, all he left was a letter and it wasn’t even an apology letter.
It was as though he was threatening me to pay up the debts he had gotten himself into and before I could make any move to save myself, I was already getting calls from people threatening to kill me if I didn’t pay them.
This sucks. This life sucks and it’s all because of my father.
If he had stopped drinking like I kept telling him to, if he had stopped gambling like I kept telling him to, I wouldn’t have had to do jobs as dirty as this one.
My blood boiled as raw anger shot through me, pulsing through my veins and making me feel like a volcano at the verge of eruption.
Doing this job to sustain myself has subjected me to tons of ridicule but backing out of it now would be a really big mistake because of all the jobs I have this is the highest paying one.
“We don’t have the whole fucking night!” Lexi snapped at me, charging into the changing room with her brows drawn together and her anger evident in those drawn eyebrows.
“I don’t know what he saw in you for him to request you but we can’t keep him waiting, he’s a VIP customer!” She scowled, yanking my arm and pulling me out of the changing room.
Lexi is the manager of the stripclub, her expression was always a mask of stone and she doesn’t care what any of us go through as long as we’re raking in money for the club.
“I told the boss to let me fire you but he wouldn’t listen, you’re letting your little stupid popularity get into your head and we do not need people like that here.” She continued, her nails digging into my skin.
My teeth gritted and I bit my lower lip to keep from showing any emotion or letting it be noticed that she was hurting me.
Finally getting to the VIP room door, Lexi let go of me and left, leaving me alone there. My hand shook as I reached to turn the doorknob.
I hate my job. I hate that I have to strip for thirsty men but who do I have to blame for this? My stupid, selfish father!
I should be studying for exams right now, I should be worrying about the kind of college to get into but instead all I’m worrying about is how I’m supposed to pay all the overdue bills sitting on my table at home.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I braced myself mentally but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my anger at bay.
“Don’t cry, Violet, you’ll ruin your makeup,” I said to myself as I blinked back my tears and swallowed the lump that was lodged in my throat.
Why do I even care about my makeup? I’m using a mask.
Slowly, I pushed the door open and made my way in, ready to entertain this man and just as I got into the dimly lit room, my heart stopped for a brief moment.
I felt disturbing quakes in my stomach and a tiny but noticeable flicker of apprehension coursed through me when my eyes landed on the VIP customer that had specifically asked for me.
It’s him. The same customer that I’d reported not once or twice for sexual harassment. It’s him and he’s the one I’m supposed to expose my body to tonight.
“I’m glad you’re here, number eight,” he grinned at me, there was a spark of an undefinable emotion in his eyes as they feasted on my body and soon, those undefinable emotions gradually shifted into lust.
“Now, show me the good stuff.” He slurred, doing nothing to hide his boner even though I hadn’t shown him anything yet, the anticipation of me exposing my body to him was making him hard.
His very existence, the way he stared at me, the way his hand always reached out to touch me even though it’s clearly stated in the rules that touching is prohibited, irked me.
After reporting him to Lexi and the authority at the top, I couldn’t believe that they let him come back here and not just that, they’re letting me serve him.
“It makes me so happy that you asked for me.” I lied, my voice accentuating the annoyance, irritation and anger that I felt at the moment.
I stiffened as I made my way to the pole slowly and cautious of my surroundings, I grabbed the pole, moving and dancing around it exotically while he watched.
His lusty gaze was fixed on me as he went to the only couch in the room and sat on it to really feed his eyes. Wrapping my legs around the pole despite the heavy furry jacket I had on, I let my head fall back to look at him and be sure that he wasn’t doing anything funny.
He wasn’t but his eyes were getting even darker with desire as I moved around the pole. Seductively, because my job called for it, I took off my jacket, revealing the sexy black lingerie that I had underneath.
My pervert customer moved in his seat, licking his lips as his hand was slowly starting to get into his trousers and I didn’t need anyone to tell me what he intended on doing.
He was hard, I could see that.
Irritation pricked at me when I realized that I would have to go closer to him and so filling my mind with the thoughts of all the bills that I had to pay, I went behind him and ran my hand from his shoulder, giving it a small massage before moving to his belly area and I heard him groan in satisfaction.
I hate this. I can’t do this anymore, I really can’t.
“You know why you’re my favorite?” He asked, the sound of his voice in my ear was so disgusting that I knew what I wanted to do right there and then.
I want to leave.
I tried to move my hand away from him but he had already grabbed me, his grip tightening as he stood up and moved until he was face to face with me.
A tingling sixth sense told me to break free and dash out because I already knew what was coming next but I couldn’t move, he was overpowering me.
“It’s because your presence alone makes me really hard.” He continued as if I’d asked him and before I knew it, he slapped my butt, squeezing it so hard that I winced in pain.
“Let. Go. Of. Me.” I writhed in his hold but all that did was make me crash into him even more and feeling his boner poke at me almost made me throw up as I thrashed but he was stronger.
Before I knew what was happening, my feet faltered and I fell with my back down on the couch and him on top of me. I could feel his hardness more than before.
“Stay still and be a good girl for daddy.” He had both my hands in one of his palms and took off my mask before leaning into me, attempting to kiss me but I’d be damned if I let him have his way with me.
Thinning my lips, I moved my head and with every ounce of strength that I could muster, I raised my knee and kicked him in the nuts really hard before dashing out of the room as fast as my legs could carry me.
“Hey! Get back here!” Lexi’s voice caused me to stop in my tracks and with tears trickling down my cheeks, I turned around to face her but she didn’t even look a tiny bit sorry for me.
“Really? You’re going to cry like a fucking baby?” She demanded, “he paid for two hours and you haven’t spent thirty minutes in there with him so you better—”
“How could you?” My voice cracked as I spoke, “I’ve reported him to you a thousand times, I told you that he had tried to have his way with me multiple times and you still want me to go back in there even though you know that he had just done it again?” I added.
“So what?” She retorted, “you think we’re going to blacklist him because of your flimsy report?” She added, not caring whether I’d gotten raped or not.
“This is real life! This is the kind of work you do, people in this line of work get raped, GET OVER IT!” She yelled like I was being unreasonable.
“I can’t believe you, that man just—”
“You better go back in there and satisfy him, he’s a VIP customer, one of our highest paying customers and you think I’m about to let him go?” She laughed.
“Has he raped you?” She asked, I couldn’t believe my ears, “HAS HE?!” She yelled and I shook my head negatively.
“Great, then get back in there and finish your job,” she hissed as she walked past me, “I don’t know what’s so special about you, would it be really bad if he actually fucked you?”
“Get over yourself and do your—”
“You know what, Lexi?” I cut in as I walked towards her, “I’m done, I’m done with you and all of this.” I told her but as if I’d said something funny, she laughed.
“And where will you go? Don’t forget you have thousand worth of dollars debt to pay and this is the only—”
“I QUIT!” I yelled before she could finish talking, “AND FUCK YOU!” I finished as I rushed into the changing room to change into my regular clothes and when I was done, I left the strip club.
Trying my best to forget all that happened, I walked home and luckily, my house isn’t far from the strip club so it didn’t take long for me to make it home.
Slouching on the couch, I screamed into it and just when I started scrolling through the internet for other jobs that I could do, I heard a knock on the door and stood to answer it.
I opened the door and my phone fell right out of my hand when I saw the person standing at the front door.
My father.
