The next morning...
Aara woke up at the sound of the alarm. She stood up and stretched her petite figure. She sighed. The sound of the alarm was a sign for her to wake up and start labor. She went over to the field and saw the portion of grass that was meant to be trimmed down. Of course her work would be double.
After trimming the large portion of grass, an alarm was heard again, and a voice of a man sounded through the speakers.
"Move to the practice room"
Looking at the wet grass on her clothes and body, Aara groaned, walking faster to the practice room as the slaves in Spades were not allowed to run. Since they always had a show on Friday night at the club, slaves always practised beforehand. It was their efficiency that determined whether they would be getting any breakfast.
"You girl! Yes the one at the back. I made an announcement minutes ago and you come now?" The dance teacher scolded Aara but she dare not try to defend herself but just bowed in apology as she was hungry and could not afford not to have any breakfast. The teacher tut her teeth and narrowed her eyes.
"Enough chit chatting. Get to your poles!. And you, come forward. I see some sort of... potential in you..."
Aara held her golden pole which was in front of others. She was she leader and the best but Georgia always hit her for dancing badly.
"Now, let's see what you slaves can do with these poles" the teacher turned on the music.
After hours of dancing, Aara finally got the steps. She grinned as she headed to her room which the guard locked. They would be doing their performance at the club today and Aara could not help but feel nervous about it. Makeup and dresses were provided for her. Aara cleaned her face and body with wipes as slaves were only washed once a day.
She moisturised her hair and straightened it which gave her a sexy look. After she was done with her hair, she did a little nude makeup and painted her lips red.
She wore the clothes given to her by Georgia which was a black transparent strapless top, revealing her stomach and her back and a very short transparent fitted skirt that matched with the top. Aara cringed at the thought that she would be holding a pole, dancing for those old men in these revealing clothes. She wore black panties to cover her sex area and covered her nipples with a black tiny soft material.
Another alarm was raised which signaled them to get out of their rooms which the guards unlocked for them. The guards blindfolded the slaves, putting a chain on their hands and legs, preventing them from escaping and pushed the slaves inside the van.
Aara hissed as the guard pushed her inside the van causing her elbow to bleed. it was not so hard to run away now but the van was locked from outside and her hands and legs were chained.
"I want to meet my mummy. I do not want to stay here anymore" Aara heard a girl cry. She had a soft and light voice so she guessed she was a little girl which made her wonder why Spades would make such a little girl a prostitute to strip for old, rich, and disgusting people. The girl's cries made Aara's heart melt but the guard was not having it.
"Hey girlie!" The guard banged the van pointing a gun on her throat.
"you want to leave right? To paradise...do not worry. One more word from you and you'll go to heaven" the guard yelled causing the little girl to purse her lips while loud hiccups escaped her throat. What disgusting people. Aara thought. If she managed to get out of Spades, she wished to kill every one of these people who made these innocent people suffer.
Country Z, a very cruel place owned by the mafia. Grey family to be precise. Where most illegal things were legal, including slavery. In country Z, the rich killed like it was a normal routine. Here, everything was different. The poor were treated like they were not humans. Slavery was allowed but if such establishment was not licensed, it would be destroyed and workers, killed.
Aara felt the van stop and the guards dragged the slaves out, using the back door to the club, which led them to the changing room. They removed the blindfold and chains from the slaves, causing Aara to squint her eyes, finally seeing light
"Retouch your makeup, and if you have any wounds, clean them. Remember...if you do not get up to a thousand each, you can forget about that beautiful body of yours" The guard who shouted at the little girl said, glaring at Aara.
"Tch" Aara scoffed, feeling the death stare the guard gave her. He did not want to hit her as she was having a show today but as he looked at her again, he could not help but slap her across the face. Aara closed her eyes, feeling her face burn. The guard dragged her hair from behind, making her see his bruised, wrinkled face clearly. He was a young man in his late twenties but looked like he just got into his mid-forties.
Aara yelped in pain as he increased his grip on her hair.
"So its you...the disobedient little bitch eh? Now let me warn you..." He paused, looking at her expressionless face but deep down, she was crying.
"Do not ever show any sign of disrespect toward me or els-"
"Or else what? You will kill me? I am the gold in the establishment. Without me, you all would not be here so you don't dare do anything to me" She cut him off, groaning. As far as Georgia wasn't present, she could speak however she wanted. The other slaves gasped, looking at her. For sure she had guts.
"You little piece of shit. Watch what i wi-"
"Alright girls, you have five minutes before your show, okay? Tell me when you're ready" The owner of the club came in, smiling. Aara yanked the guards hand from her hair. She rolled her eyes at him, causing him to turn red in anger and embarrassment as she covered the slap mark with makeup.
"We are ready"
Aara took a couple of shots as it was compulsory before the curtains opened to reveal a beautiful strip club with the absence of old and disgusting men but rich and good looking men.
Aaralyn was a little tipsy but she could not let that spoil the show for her and the rest of the slaves. They needed to earn money after all. She grabbed her pole and flashed out the most sexiest smile she could muster. As the music played, she held her pole with two hands, swaying her hips, and sliding from the pole while people threw money at her face and body.
As the kinky song almost ended, she also started becoming dizzy and missed a step. The missed step became missed steps.
Aara cursed. She was doomed.
Aara left her pole hearing gasps but she cared less about their gasps. Her blurry vision, becoming a bit clearer. She shook her head and began to stagger as her vision became blurry again.
"N-no...No!" She yelled, covering her mouth. Lucian Grey? was it time already? Aara covered her mouth tightly trying not to gag.
The other strippers and slaves looked at her. Georgia would not spare them because of her!
Aara tried to remove her top as it was causing her body to heat up but to no avail.
"What a show!" A tall and good looking man in his twenties said, grinning. Aara got down from the stage, opening the man's zipper and puked in his pants. She smiled at the man and caressed his face.
"So...rry" As her eyes caught Lucian on the far end, she got dizzy again and blacked out.
After she fainted, everyone looked at the man who just got puke in his pants. He was fuming with anger and everyone watched him, waiting for what he would do but he just left the club.
"Well...that was messed up"