Ezekiel
"Zekiel, come on, it's been five minutes," Mark, my friend, said on the phone as I put on my overcoat. "You'll see my Ferrari in ten," I replied, grabbing my keys and heading downstairs.
"Good morning, sir," my butler greeted with a slight bow. "Good morning, Luke," I responded as I opened the door and got into my Ferrari.
Mark and I were heading to a rather notorious establishment in Tulfurt, a place where anything goes—no rules, no boundaries, no judgment. It's not my usual scene.
Mark has a particular interest in such places, but I find them distasteful. He managed to drag me along only because I promised him he could ask for anything on his birthday, and this was his request. I put on my Lan Delucca's Object No. 1 AirPods and played "Sweet Venom" by Enhypen. Soon, I stopped in front of a large building painted red and white.
A knock on my car window brought me back to reality, and I rolled it down to see Mark with a frown. "Bruh, you're late. You've been slacking," he said as I looked at him indifferently. I opened the car door and stepped out. "You know I didn't want to be here, and you expected me to be on time?" I said in a deep voice. "Oh, come on, it won't hurt. I'm sure that after today, you'll want to come here often," Mark said with a cocky smile, leading me inside.
I looked around and saw many men, lost in their desires, and different women in revealing attire. I felt repulsed by how they behaved. The place was dimly lit with red LEDs, reeking of alcohol and other activities. In front was a stage for performers where men lavishly spent their money. There were also lots of soft red sofas along the sides of the room, with bars hanging on the side walls. After taking it all in, I saw Mark talking to a beautiful woman with brunette hair and a curvaceous figure. "Uhm, Zekiel, this is Martha, and Martha, this is Ezekiel," she smiled at me, eyeing me up like a prize. I looked at her coldly, and she quickly looked away. "She'll lead us to the VIP rooms," Mark smiled. Martha led the way, and we followed her.
"Hope it's not dirty and crowded," I said to Mark, knowing his tendencies. "What? No, of course not. I made sure it suits your tastes. It's just going to be us and three performers, not too much, right?" Mark said, not even waiting for my reply as he moved closer to Martha. Soon, we entered the VIP room. It was spacious and also decorated in red, with a red sofa and a small stage in front of it with a pole, but covered with a red curtain, and a large bar, unlike the one outside. The place smelled of roses and vanilla. Two women entered and placed wine on the table as Mark and I sat on the red soft sofa. A blonde woman with porcelain skin sat beside Mark, and another with red hair wanted to sit beside me, but I held up my hand to stop her. I couldn't bear being touched by these women. "C'mon, Zekiel, loosen up. You can't reject such a beautiful lady." I didn't bother answering, and Mark signaled for the red-haired woman to sit beside him as I moved to the end of the sofa, crossing my arms and legs, waiting for the performance to start so I could go home and forget I ever came here.
Suddenly, I heard voices from the other side of the door—men laughing and talking. They entered and stopped at the sight of Mark. "Yo, bruh, what's up?" one said loudly, giving Mark a handshake. I glared at him, and he gave me an apologetic look. The bastard didn't tell me he invited more people. There were four of them, looking like businessmen here to unwind. I stood quietly while they exchanged greetings. Mark introduced them as friends, but I didn't care. I just wanted to go home and work on my company's new project.
Aemond, one of the men with blonde hair who was now with the red-haired girl, said, "Zekiel, I don't think I've seen you around here. Are you new?" He said with a cocky smile and a mocking look. I felt like knocking him down a peg. "Yes," I said, not planning on extending the conversation. Aemond laughed and said, "Trust me, you'll love it here once you loosen up," he said in a suggestive manner, and I remained unimpressed.
Five more women entered and sat on their laps while I avoided any contact with them. Soon, the curtain opened to reveal a truly beautiful woman, almost like a goddess, with knee-length dark hair. She had glowing skin and plump lips, a curvaceous figure with almond-shaped light brown eyes. She looked scared, as if she didn't want to be here. We locked eyes, and she immediately looked away.
Kiyara
It was really hard learning how to perform, but I had to do it, or else Miss Kimberly wouldn't accept me into the establishment. I had nowhere else to stay, and this was the only place that would take me in. I worked hard for a couple of months. Miss Kimberly said that I would only perform for VIP guests because I was more beautiful than the other girls, which also earned me some resentment. It was tough living here because I always got bullied, but it was tolerable because of Miss Kimberly's protection. Well, she didn't want anything to happen to her prime attraction, the one who brought in many customers and cash. She personally dressed me up for the VIP guests coming today. She said they were important and could boost the establishment, and she had never dressed up a girl here before. I was the first, and the girls' resentment grew stronger, but at least it was better than being homeless.
I was super nervous to perform for the customers. I had never done this before and did not want to do it, but I had no other choice. I stepped on the stage, and the curtains spread wide, no longer covering me. I saw the men with eager eyes on me, and I felt uncomfortable, but I met a particular man at the end of the sofa. He looked grumpy, but then we locked eyes, and I felt really intimidated and immediately looked away.
He was the only one without a woman beside him. He looked like he hated this place but was forced to come, just like me. The music played, and I started dancing like Miss Kimberly envisioned me to be. She gave me guidelines she was sure would help in captivating them, which included looking them in the eye while dancing, but the only one that caught my attention was the man with the cold gaze.
I don't know why, but I only felt comfortable looking at him occasionally. The rest looked at me like I was an object, including the blonde one who intimately touched the girls beside him while looking at me like I was a mere entertainment.
This is my first performance. I haven't even been with anyone yet, and I hated the idea. Sadly enough, I might lose my innocence tonight. I almost cried but forced myself to continue dancing.