"MIZUKI! RIGHT ON TIME. YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL, AS ALWAYS."
Yuto snaked a hand up my exposed thigh, making me grip his hand and glare at him. Disgusting pig. He looked at me amused, "Cold as ever, I see." He sighed. "Be on your best behaviour, we have an important visitor today."
"Who is it?" I breathed. 'An important visitor' is always someone I tried to steer away from. Most of the times, they were either very rich or very powerful... or both. Those people tend to have some sick mindset that the number of zeroes in their bank account would mean every other human would automatically submit to them and kiss their shoes.
Yuto only turned to look at me, giving me a look. I noticed it as a 'Don't ask questions' kind of look. I followed after him meekly, feeling more and more nervous as we reached the grand door. He placed his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward. "Go on in,"
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I pushed past a few of the other women as I held a glass of whiskey in my hand. The ache in the soles of my feet was becoming undeniably unbearable. The room reeked of smoke and alcohol but I kept a blank facade. The bartender, Haruki was a friend of mine. He started working here a while after I came. He was nice, but I disliked his constant looks of pity whenever I stood serving the guests.
The room buzzed, with women dressed in the same way as I was walking around constantly, bringing food or drinks as requested by the guest. The way it worked was that each of us would stand in the front of the room, back straight with our hands clasped tightly together. If you were chosen, the guest will ask for either a drink or a small snack, then making the decision if they would like to buy you or not.
I placed down the glass of alcohol in front of the old man, my jaw tightening when he blew his smoke into my face. I stood still, waiting for another order. His small scrutinising eyes looked at my body seductively, winking when I look down into his eyes. I guess he expected for me to flinch or cower, for seeing my lack of reaction, he sneered and motioned me to leave with his hand. "I don't like bitches like you."
Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I bowed and push my hair behind my shoulder when I bent back up. I turned to walk back to the front of the room before realizing I walked straight into somebody.
"I'm sorry,"
The red-haired girl shook her head, "No, I'm sorry! It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going." Her lips were a deep shade of red, and I ignored the slight smudge on the side of her lips. She was slightly taller than me, her long hair running down the sides of her body. Her glossy eyes were covered with a pair of silver contacts. Damn, she was pretty.
I tightly smiled, feeling slightly awkward in the times of social interaction. She motioned out her hand, "I'm Fujita Akari. What's your name?"
I felt uncomfortable at her cheeriness but hoped she doesn't notice it, "Katou Mizuki." I said simply. She made some small talk, asking me some questions like how long have you worked here? I found out she has only been here for a few months, but was sent back many times because she wasn't good with chores.
"But I had great feedback on my other services." She winked. I caught on immediately. I nodded, not really knowing what else to say. "You don't talk much, do you?"
Catching a look behind her from Yuto, I composed myself. "I'm sorry, Fujita-san. I must go back to my stand." She nodded understandingly, "Call me Akari, I hope to see you soon."
I nodded again, knowing that I probably wouldn't.
Sighing, I pulled up my stocking that had ridden down. God, I hope this was over soon. The girls who don't get bought get sent back to rooms, doing small jobs like cleaning parts of the building until the next day the guests are brought in. Whispers fell across the room when the doors opened. Men in suits stoically move in unison with sunglasses covering their eyes. A girl beside me's breath hitches making me look at her in confusion.
Noticing my glance, she answers, "The VIP." My mouth formed an 'o' in realization.
Silence fell across the room when he walked in confidently. He wore a black business suit, with a reddish shirt underneath with a black tie that was held in place with a clasp. He was quite attractive and young, a lot different from the normal. His black hair was slicked back with gel, making him look more intimidating. Sexy man.
He looked like a god. How can someone be that handsome? Yato nearly tripped over his own feet running to greet the man. That gave all of us a great view of his well-defined jaw. I noticed he had a small black earring that twinkled against the harsh light. For some reason, that made him a whole lot hotter. He adjusted his its tie, nodding to whatever Yato was saying.
I cast my eyes downward after that. Time to look at the ground and hope I don't get picked. Seeing the number of bodyguards he had obviously shown the man had a lot of money and power. And he's probably a douchebag. Call me quick to judge but I really didn't want to work for someone who looks as cocky as he currently does.
I looked up for merely a second, wondering what the situation was. I felt my breath fall short when I noticed Mr Sexy had his eyes trained on me. My palms started to sweat as I immediately forced my head back down. The girl from beside whispered, "Oh my god, he's coming."
No, no, no, no, no.
Not me. Not me!
I saw a pair of polished black shoes in my line of vision, making me bite my lip in annoyance. Yato moved his hands, letting out a harsh whisper, "Mizuki! Don't disrespect him!"
Inhaling deeply, I moved my head up, once again meeting the eyes of the handsome man. His eyes looked at me intensely, making me want to squirm away. I hadn't felt this much emotion in so long.
His previously blank face disappeared replaced with a tug on the right side of his mouth. I forcefully kept my poker face, earning an annoyed glare from Yato. If I give no reaction, he'll turn me away, just like the other men. To my dismay, he does the opposite.
"Well pretty girl, won't you be so kind as to get me a glass of wine?"