Chapter 7 Sexy Ana

CHAPTER SEVEN

SEXY ANA

We arrived at a dull blue-lit room. Slow music was playing in the background, setting a calm and intimate atmosphere.

However, it seemed like there wasn't much of an event going on at the moment, as the room was mostly filled with people setting up and preparing for something.

I walked around with Sarah as she began to greet everyone we came across. She was warm and friendly, exchanging hugs and air kisses with the people she knew.

First, she greeted the bartender, a tall, muscular man with a charming smile. Then, she greeted some of the girls, who all had backpacks slung over their shoulders, just like Sarah.

I wondered if they were all strippers, too. Maybe they were all here for the same reason I was - to work. As we moved around the room, shadowing Sarah, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

I was nervous, excited, and a little intimidated.

After what felt like an eternity, Sarah finally turned to me and said, "Come on, let's go meet our manager and get you the job."

I followed Sarah quietly as we entered a brighter corridor, which was brighter compared to the dull blue-lit room we had left behind.

As we walked down the hall, I couldn't help but notice the numerous nice paintings that adorned the walls, each one perfectly illuminated by a soft, complimentary light.

The art pieces added to the overall ambiance, making this place feel truly exquisite. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, with the paintings and lights creating a sense of elegance and refinement.

However, as we delved deeper into the hallway, the atmosphere began to shift. The lights grew dimmer, and the air thickened with anticipation.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as the darkness seemed to envelop us. Suddenly, Sarah pushed open a door, and we were greeted by a loud, booming voice. It was as if the door was soundproof because I hadn't heard a thing until we entered.

As we stepped inside, I was struck by the scale of the room. It was enormous, with a high ceiling that seemed to disappear into darkness.

The space was dimly lit, but the lighting was carefully designed to create an intimate, sophisticated atmosphere. My eyes wandered to the bar, which was sleek and modern, with a beautiful marble counter that seemed to glow in the soft light.

The chairs were elegant, the glass tables sparkling, and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was a work of art in itself. This place was undoubtedly designed for the wealthy and privileged.

And then, my gaze fell upon the stage. It was raised high above the floor, with three gleaming poles that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling.

The lighting was perfect, with soft, complimentary colors that highlighted the space. It seemed that the show had not yet begun.

As I scanned the room, I couldn't help but notice the waiters, dressed in sexy office attire, expertly serving a group of refined-looking gentlemen.

The men in this establishment were all impeccably dressed in tailored suits, each surrounded by at least two half-naked women who were pouring drinks and lavishing attention on them.

This was a far cry from the typical strip clubs I had heard about, where perverted men would often drool over the performers and throw money around with abandon.

The atmosphere here was subdued and sophisticated. The men were elegant and composed, and I observed that they all used their credit cards to leave generous tips, eliminating the need for crumpled bills.

I found myself wondering how Sarah had stumbled upon this hidden gem, a place where luxury and sensuality blended seamlessly together.

As Sarah stopped in front of a man on a white couch, surrounded by attendants pouring him drinks, I felt a surge of nervousness.

The man, flanked by two well-dressed individuals, turned to me and smiled. "Sir, this is my friend I was telling you about," Sarah said, and all eyes turned to me.

The man's gaze lingered on me, and he said, "She's beautiful. Come, sit on my lap." I hesitated, but Sarah nodded encouragingly, so I sat down. He whispered, "Your ass is extremely soft," and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I asked, "So, when is my audition?" He chuckled and replied, "You don't need to audition. I like you already." I smiled, relieved that I wouldn't have to go through an audition.

The man explained, "You'll get paid weekly, and your tips will go into the company account with your name on it. If you do well, you'll get a bonus." I nodded, understanding the arrangement.

"Now, go get ready for tonight," he said, tapping my back. I stood up, and Sarah and I left, my emotions a mix of excitement and nerves.

I couldn't wrap my head around the astonishing pay rate. It was clear that working with wealthy clients had its advantages. According to my calculations, I could earn up to $100,000 in just one week.

That was a staggering amount, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and relief. However, I remembered that Sarah had mentioned a job that could help me pay off my debt of $10 million in less than a week.

I was eager to learn more about it, so I asked her, "Sarah, what about that job you told me about? The tone that could help me pay off my debt quickly?"

Sarah smiled over her shoulder and reassured me, "Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it by the end of the night." Her cryptic response only piqued my interest, and I found myself wondering what this job could entail.

Was it a special gig for a high-paying client? Or was it something more complex? I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the present moment, knowing that Sarah would reveal more information when the time was right.

I followed Sarah into the changing room, and I was immediately struck by its vast size. The room was a stark white, with towering changing lockers that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling.

The air was thick with the scent of perfume and the soft murmur of conversation. Naked and half-naked women milled about, preparing for their performances.

I felt a twinge of discomfort at being surrounded by so much nudity, but I knew I had to maintain my composure and get used to it.

"Come on, let's go get a shower so we can get ready for the stage," Sarah said, handing me a key to a massive locker. I took it.

The locker was empty, except for a set of plush towels and robes. I assumed it was up to me to fill it with my belongings.

I watched as Sarah effortlessly took off her clothes and slipped into a robe, and I followed suit, trying to mimic her confidence.

As we made our way to the next room, deep within the changing room, I was enveloped in the sweet, heady aroma of shampoos and soaps.

The room was steamy and warm, with private stalls for each person. Sarah disappeared into one stall, and I took the one next to her.

Inside, I found an array of luxurious products, and I indulged in the rich scents and textures. I rubbed the soap and shampoo into my skin, feeling the warm water wash away my inhibitions.

The experience was heavenly, and I couldn't remember ever feeling so pampered.

I took my time in the bathroom, savoring the warmth and luxury of the shower. When I finally emerged, I made my way back to my locker, where I found Sarah waiting for me, dressed in her skimpy underwear.

She looked stunning, and I felt a twinge of nervousness as I realized I would be performing alongside her tonight.

"I've been waiting for you," she said, not turning around as she finished her makeup in front of the mirror.

"Put this on," she instructed, handing me the transparent, lacy red underwear we had picked out at the store.

I quickly slipped into the outfit, feeling a mix of excitement. The gold chain accessories hanging from my waist added a touch of glamour, and I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror.

As I practiced shimmying my waist, I caught the eye of a blonde girl in pink underwear, who was watching me with a wide smile on her face.

"Damn, new girl, you're a natural!" she exclaimed, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I looked away, trying to play it cool, but I couldn't help feeling a little shy and happy at the same time.

Sarah turned around, her makeup complete, and gave me a once-over.

"You look amazing," she said, her voice confident and reassuring. "Tonight, we'll climb the stage together, and then from tomorrow, you'll be on your own. You'll be paired with different people, okay?" I nodded, trying to absorb it all.

I was doing this. I was going to be a stripper. The thought sent a thrill through me, mixed with a dash of fear

"So, what's going to be your stage name?" Sarah asked loudly from across the room, her voice piercing through the din of chatter and music.

I hesitated, feeling a surge of confusion. How on earth was I supposed to come up with a stage name? I hadn't even thought about it until now.

"Ehm, I haven't thought about it," I replied, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Sarah raised an eyebrow, looking frustrated at my indecisiveness.

"Just think of something, I need to tell the coordinator so he knows how to call us on stage," she said, her voice tinged with exasperation.

I shook my head, feeling the pressure mount. I didn't like being put on the spot like this. "Well, I don't know," I replied, trying to stall for time.

Just then, a young, neatly dressed woman walked into the room with a jotpad and pen. "Sweet Say, who are you coming up on stage with tonight?" she asked, looking at Sarah.

I glanced over at Sarah in confusion, but then realized that Sweet Say must be her stage name. Sarah looked over at me again, expectantly.

"Well?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. I shook my head again, feeling flustered. I just couldn't think of a name.

Sarah rolled her eyes at me and said, "Put Sexy Ana, that's her stage name." She said it with a sense of finality as if the matter was settled.

I shrugged, feeling a bit resigned. The name didn't sound that bad, I supposed. Oh well, what did it matter, anyway?