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 nightclub.
Gentlemen's Club is one of the most popular strip clubs in New York. A club that 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 different from a striper. 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 dance on poles while young and old men cheer them on and throw money at them.
Mylar was working here due to compulsion, once she paid off her debt she would be free to leave but she still couldn't figure out when that would be, especially when she insisted on not doing the striping job whose pay was a little higher than waitressing.
Ozzy Evander owner and manager of Gentlemen's Club, is a man in his thirties, sweet but also dangerous when messed with. Once, he shot a man in the club and front of everyone and usually, they heard that people who stole from him were always found dead wherever they ran.
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 would speak highly of his club in public and anywhere they went.
"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 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 seriousness.
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.