Chapter 6

Gwen’s POV

"After dancing, what will she be doing?" I heard Jack ask, and we both shifted our gaze to Jack. "The dance is for a couple of minutes. She is still a minor, I think she should keep serving drinks," he added.

"I was thinking of private entertainment for our top clients. But you are right. I forgot about the age," I heard Madam Green say. "You will dance every night, moving forward. It will be our night attraction to bring more rich men to this club," she said and smiled. "We will make that more fun when you are older," she added with a smirk.

"I thought the dance was just for tonight, and I can go back to serving drinks," I courageously allowed the words to come out of my mouth, standing in front of scary Madam Green.

"You idiot," Madam Green barked. "I am spending so much on you, and you are not generating even a dollar in return. You think you have a say here?" she questioned angrily. "Amanda generates on average $200 to $600 every day. Other girls in this club generate on average $100 to $800 every day. They get to enjoy 20% of the amount generated per signed contract. I don't spend a dime on them. You, on the other hand, I feed you, clothe you, pay your bills, and you want to tell me what you want," she yelled at me angrily. "Are you crazy or stupid?" she barked. "Let me remind you, you signed a binding contract. And since you dumb ass can't read or write. I will tell you one of the clauses in the contract is that you are supposed to do anything I tell you," she said, pronouncing each word.

I took some steps back away from her as she advanced towards me with each word.

"Jack, get her out of her before I lose my temper," she said and returned to her desk.

She sat down, picked up a cigarette, lit it and began to smoke. Jack stood up and pushed me towards the exit.

"Just do as she says and you will be a happy girl. If not, life as you know it will be suffocating. Remember, you signed a contract," Jack whispered into my ear over my shoulder, and pushed me out of the open door.

He slaps my butt, and when I turned around to look at him with a questioning look, he winked at me before closing the door in my face.

"Pervert!" I said under my breath before walking down the corridor, back to the club.

I was now wondering what was in the contract they made me sign. I don't even have a copy of it. I continued to walk down the corridor. As soon as I exited the corridor, Amanda held my hand and pulled me into the club. She was so excited.

"Where did you go?" Amanda asked as she pulled me along.

"Madam sent for me," I replied, and she paused, making me stop in my steps.

"What did she want?" Amanda asked with a frown.

"She added dancing to my job," I replied, not at all excited, and Amanda twitched her lips at me.

"Well! Hmm, with the moves you pulled off on stage. I am not surprised," Amanda finally said. "And talking about dance moves, girl, where did you learn that. You have to teach me," she added, and fist bumped me in the shoulder, looking happy.

"Well, it also means she will start paying you soon. You know, serving doesn't get you anything. Things that involve using your body for entertainment get you something," she said and wondered if she was speaking in plain language or I needed to decode that.

Well, I have come to learn, not everything they say in this club means exactly as they are said.

"Anyway, there is someone I want you to meet," Amanda said excitedly and began pulling me again.

We ended up in front of a group of guys, comfortably sitting on a couch carved in the shape of the letter C. They had some drinks in front of them that they were enjoying, and some girls in bikinis were sitting with them.

"Okay, there she is," Amanda said, resting her hands on my shoulder, looking all excited,

"Time to leave, girls," one of the men said, and the girls in bikinis left.

There were three men in total. They had drinks in hand and had the top three buttons of their shirt open. One guy was very hairy, the other guy was very skinny with tattoos and had piercings. The last gentleman was huge and very built. He also had tattoos.

"This is my friend Gwen. The amazing dancer you saw on stage a few minutes ago. There she is," Amanda announced happily and sat with them, leaving me to stand in front of them like I was about to do a presentation.

"That is nice, girl. I like your move," the huge guy said and smiled.

He weirdly stared at me, and Amanda pulled me to sit next to her. For some reason, I didn't like them, and I wanted to get away from them.

"Gwen, they are my friends. Mark, Jacob and Frank," Amanda happily introduced. "Frank likes you," she whispered into my ear and pointed out Frank.

He was the huge guy. He smiled as Amanda spoke into my ear, and we both had our gaze on him.

"Amanda, thank you. But I am not interested," I rejected immediately.

I was looking for my mystery guy of the night. Maybe I may have imagined him saving me from falling, but I don't believe he wasn't there.

"Chill, girl. He is loaded. He can take care of you and you don't have to work ever in your life," Amanda whispered into my ear.

"Thanks, Amanda. I think I will pass," I replied and stood up to leave, but Frank grabbed my hand.

"If you are friends with Amanda, you already know the rule of this club. I just need to scream, and you will be a goner," I said to Frank, and he let go of my hand. "Excuse me," I said and walked away, dressed in my bunny costume.

Amanda hurried after me and stopped me before I could get to the counter for the drinks.

"What was that?" Amanda questioned, looking angry.

"What was what?" I retorted, clearly showing my disapproval.

"Why did you disgrace me like that?" Amanda asked with a frown.

"Amanda, I am supposed to be working. Plus, I am not interested in your friend," I replied.

"So you had to be rude?" Amanda questioned and folded her arms across her chest.

"Amanda, I don't get you. How was I rude? You didn't see how he grabbed me," I asked her, and she sighed.

"Okay. Sorry about that. Here is the thing," Amanda began. "Gwen, I need money to pay my rent. He gave me the money on condition that I get you to sit with him. That is all," she said, batting her eyelashes.