Chapter 4 Adah

Adah

After an hour, I stood in front of a building overcrowded with sickening people. The way they were looking at me was giving me creepy goosebumps. Although I was fully covered, I couldn't stop the feeling that they were eye raping me shamelessly. The good thing was I covered my face to hide my identity.

Nilo was comfortable with the stare and didn't even bat her eyelids when a tattooed man blocked her way.

"We are here to meet John." The mere mention of that name made him back away. Is that man named John so petrifying?

I rushed towards her and glued to her, looking around the club in fear. All I saw was naked women dancing over the pole while disgusting-looking men grabbing their asses and tits, tossing money at them. The women didn't seem to be bothered by their touch and were continuing their sensual dance.

"Do..." I gulped hard and said, "Do I've to do that?" I pointed towards the pole dancers and the disgusting men around them.

"That won't give you the amount of money you are looking for. And I already told John what you are?" Nilo smiled, but something was off about her smile.

Soon, through the dim-lit corridor, we reached the only door. Without knocking, Nilo entered the room while giving extra sway to her hips.

"John, look what I got for you?" she kissed him on his cheeks and raised her hand towards me.

"Fully clothed woman?" he asked with a raised brow, not impressed with my modesty.

"A virgin," she said, and I gasped loudly in that eerie room.

"Did you?" he looked like he had conquered a treasure and rake his gaze over my body. When Nilo replied with a seductive smile, he said again, "Perfect."

"Let me assess her. Remove your veil, sweetheart," the way he said made me clutch my veil tightly, and I could help take a back step.

"Don't tell me she is an amateur too. She is looking as if I asked for her kidney," his laugh made me shudder in loathsome. I looked at Nilo for help and gasped again when I saw him in front of me. How did he walk towards me so fast when a moment ago I saw him standing with Nilo?. While I was lost in thought, he pulled my veil harshly, making me cover my chest with my arms protectively. I was still dressed, yet the way his eyes were trailing over my body, I felt naked in front of me.

"You got me a virgin bride?" he asked ecstatically, pointing towards my henna-clad hands.

"Long story short, she needs money," Nilo said with a bored expression. Was she the same girl whom I met in the morning?

"I am guessing you are looking for your commission too?" John asked with a raised brow. I had to push myself into the wall when John was still invading my personal space.

"No, just help her, and then she doesn't exist for you," Nilo said, and my eyes welled up, realizing she was helping me deal with whoever this John was.

John was a tall guy with a golden premolar and a thick gold chain around his neck. He wore a polka dot shirt with a chilly red jacket, making him look more cheap and loathsome. I wonder how Nilo could deal with this guy so easily.

"We have a requirement tonight. Dress her up," he waved his hand, and it was then I realized we didn't talk about the money. Before I could utter the question, Nilo grabbed my elbow and dragged me out of the room.

"Nilo, we didn't-" she abruptly stopped and covered my mouth to silence me.

"John is a dangerous man Adah, don't talk to him about money. He gets 5-6 hundred grand for a night for virgin girls, and he is known to give a fair share to the girl. But when it comes to questioning him, it triggers his ego, which won't be good on your part," she replied, and I could sense fear in her voice.

"I need more money, but," I said and lowered my head in disgrace.

"I know you will get what you want. Let me deal with John and remember to do as he says, okay?" she asked, to which I only nodded.

"I will take you to the dressing room for you to take a quick shower," she was instructing me, but showering in a dangerous place like that was unsettling for me.

"I can't shower her," again she halted in her steps and said, "You are not that naive," she smirked and added, "don't worry, that room is safe. I know in and out of this place. I won't ask you to do things that will harm you in any way." I don't know why, the more I spoke to her, the more I was grateful to her. Although she was an escort, she made sure I was safe till I reached the client.

That mere thought drains the color of my face, and I couldn't stop trembling in fear. What if the client turns out to be a filthy man? I closed my eyes and recollected my father's face. That was all I needed to sell myself for a night.

By the time I showered and came out, Nilo helped me dress in a sheer black sari and a backless blouse. When I saw myself in the mirror, I couldn't recognize amidst the heavy make and extra red lipstick. While walking out of the room, I was draping the saree over my black, but when John gave me a glare and Nilo nudged me, I had to drop the idea.

"Would you not come with me?" I stammered when John slid into the driving seat with only the passenger seat.