Mylar ran outside after coming out of the elevator and used the last money on her to take a bus back to Brooklyn, 370 Ralph Ave.
She dropped dead tired on her bed as soon as she got inside her shabby looking room. She couldn't believe that, this was what he wanted from her.
Khai made so many promises to her and all that was just to have his way with her. After a while of thinking, she slept off like a log.
She woke up hours later and got herself ready for work at the night club.
Gentlemen's club, one of most popular strip club in Newyork. A club where only the rich and famous go to, where they spend all that immense wealth they have on their pleasure and satisfaction.
Mylar worked here as a waitress but she wasn't really different from a striper. Severally she was harassed by some of the men but what could she do, that isn't known as harassment but as part of the job.
Sexy young ladies dancing on poles while young and old men cheering them on and throwing money at them.
Mylar was working here due to a compulsion. Once she pays off her debt she would be free to leave but she still couldn't figure out when that will be, especially when she insists on not doing the striping job whose pay is a little more higher than waitressing.
Ozzy Evander owner and manager of Gentlemen's club, a man in his thirties, sweet but also dangerous when messed with. Once, he shot a man in the club and in front of everyone without any fear and usually they heard that people who stole from him were always found dead wherever they run to.
He walked around the club supervising and making sure that everything was in order and everyone was ready for the night. Rich, influential and important guests were coming tonight and he wanted them to be well entertained, so that they will speak highly of his club in public and anywhere they go to.
"Mylar, Mylar, my sweetheart. Always punctual, that's what I love about you." He said as he walked towards Mylar who was busy cleaning the glasses.
She raised up her head and saw Ozzy coming to where she was, instantly she was filled with rage.
"Ozzy, seriously you have to tell me exactly how much I owe you." Mylar said to him with all her courage.
He placed his left hand on her shoulder and said to her.
"Sweetheart, you shouldn't worry about that. You should only think about how much you will be paid if tonight is a success."
She pushed his hand away and said to him with anger burning inside of her.
"I have been working here for three years and for the past three years now, I have been paying the loan of the $80000 dollars that I took to save my mom's life when she was at the hospital. When am I going to finish paying you or are you simply trying to tie me down here for the rest of my life?"
She was furious and her blood was boiling as if on fire. She could feel the heat coming out from inside of her, she was absolutely tired and frustrated. For several years she wasn't able to achieve anything because of this club, each time she tried to go for an interview she would get there late because she couldn't sleep at night.
Now she's had it, she isn't going to allow him keep her here any longer. He watched her vent out her frustrations, then he went closer to her and wispered to her ears.
"Now you know that I want to keep you here but do you know why? Because everyone that works here belong to me and I can use them however I please. If you try to leave this place, I will hunt you down and when I do find you, I will end your precious life. If you want to leave this place, then pay for your freedom as well, until then don't mess with me."
He walked away from her with a vicious smile on his face. Two drops of tears fell out of Mylar's eyes, how will she leave now that Ozzy is even threatening her.
Her life is officially over.
"Hey, princess Mylar." called someone from behind. When Mylar turned towards the person, it was Vida Colter one of the stripers in the club and the only true friend Mylar had.
"Girl, are you crying?" She asked when she saw Mylar's wet face and teary eyes.
She quickly went to Mylar and gave the most comforting hug, Mylar really needed the hug at that moment.
Mylar told her everything that happened and how Ozzy threatened her.
"You don't have to worry about that, I know and I believe that one day Jesus will save us from this place. And also you are intelligent and hard-working, I know you will be able to make enough money to buy yourself out of here in less than a year." Vida said to her smiling.
Vida was into drug trafficking until two years ago when she was almost caught by the authorities at the airport, but she was saved by a single prayer she said to 'Jesus' Since then, she has become a devoted Christian and could never do without talking about Christ, even for a day.
Mylar hug her tightly, Vida cleaned Mylar's face with her hands and they went back to work.
Few hours later, young men, old men and teenage rich kids started flooding the club, taking their seats. Tonight they were all VIP's, no riff raffs allowed into the club.
The lighting was great, amazing background music, excited voices being heard in the entire club, waitresses going around in their mini dresses and heavy makeovers serving drinks and trying to be naughty with customers just to entertain them like Ozzy instructed. Stripers dancing on poles, guests cheering loudly.
Mylar was so busy going up and down serving the guests their drinks. A while later inside the storage room, Mylar could hear people shouting (not in an angry way), they were hailing someone important that just walked into the club. Out of curiosity, she and Vida, who came into the storage room a while back after her pole dancing to help Mylar out, went to take a peep.
It was Camilo Wylder, a cold, arrogant, smart in the bad aspect but handsome man. He was also very tall and masculine, girls say he is charming but the only amazing thing about him was that he is a young billionaire.
The first son and heir to his daddy's properties. Even though he himself was filthy rich on his own, people says he follows his daddy's orders and try to please him for the money (that's according to the rumors).
"He is here for another ass to fuck." Vida wispered and went back inside.
"He pretends to be an angel in the morning and he is a total jerk at night. Paying money to force girls to go home with him, what an asshole." Mylar said and went in after Vida.