As far as she was concerned, her boss could
just go and die t any moment. That mean fat bastard had always been a bother,
making her work more hours just because he wanted it or because he had
“special” clients. Those were always his buddies or some rich guys he wanted to
be friends with in order to get money from them. It was really pathetic to see
how he behaved in front of them, almost like a dog that only wants to please
his master. It was pretty sad and disgusting.
Of course, the currency he had was none other
than what he called “his girls”. The fact that they were practically his slaves
was obvious because of that awful pet name. He argued that they had all the
freedoms just because they could come and go after twelve or more hours of
work, but they all knew that he controlled almost every aspect of their life
and if they misbehaved in some way, he was prepared to use a secret weapon he
had just in case: their secrets and, most importantly, their families.
All of the girls were from pretty modest
families who had no idea they were taking their clothes off for money and
sometimes, even more. That last part almost depended on the fat guy, who was
the one who decided which one of the clients was worth his while, his “special”
attention. However, that didn’t make the girls prostitutes, as they perceived
no money from that activity, only for their dancing. And even in that case, the
salary was miserable, not being good enough to live with.
More than once, the girls planned their
revenge and escape but it rarely went beyond words. The few times a woman did
something to actually free herself from the tyranny of the job, she was them
met with the fact that all of her family and friends, and their boyfriends if they
had one, were told the truth via anonymous messages. It got even worse
sometimes, when actual pictures and even videos were attached to those
messages, to further humiliate the girl and make her be ashamed.
Barbie, however, was not ashamed anymore. She
had been there for a long time and, after so long, she had lost all contact
with her family and friends. She had another name before entering the night
world, she even had a career and the possibility of another life. But when
everything went bad on her life, she was desperate and decided to exploit the
fact that she had a nice body and attractive looks. The fat guy hired her
instantly and now one could say that she was his top prize, always putting her
on display like a piece of meat when his big clients came.
Barbie did dream about another life, going
back to her family’s house and hugging her mother. She also had a brother, way
younger that her. He wouldn’t recognize him, even if he stared at her for a
long time. She felt that life had happened so many years ago and now she was
another person. Freedom was nothing that she craved. She knew that what the fat
guy did to them was not right but she felt that place was a safe haven for all
the girls, from even worse things that happened outside.
Candy, her best friend in the business, had
been raped days after she had decided to leave everything. She was alone, with
no money and nothing going on for her, so a disgusting man just took advantage
of that. The fat guy himself saved her from further harm and brought her back
to the club, where she could be safe. They were rooms there for most of the girls;
Barbie was one of the few who were able to leave any time she wanted. That was
a special privilege because of her relevance.
She knew very well how important she was
there, in that dark world behind the velvet curtain, so she always tried to
push her hand a little bit when the fat guy announced he had “special” clients
coming over. Basically, she asked for more money and privileges for doing
everything he wanted to be done. If the men wanted sex, she did it but it had
to come for a price. That’s how she was able to improve all the girls lives in
the club by buying them several things to make it all better like a coffee
machine and a dog.
She refused to live with them all in the club,
as she know that been in another place made their realized who was boss there,
after the fat guy at least. And none of the girls had problems with that or, at
least, they didn’t say much about it. For them, it was much better if one of
them had any kind of power. Thanks to that, some of them were able to write
their families every so often and even, once every few months, visit them at
home. That was a huge improvement from the past.
But even like that, the girls still had to
take their clothes off every day, for more hours than they were getting paid
for. Sometimes it was full and some other times the only audience members were
a couple of drunks and the waiter. They did more than dancing, making all of
them loose all sense of romance, although some of them still thought about a
prince charming that would one day come and rescue them from their lives. But
Barbie was one that didn’t thought of that anymore. She just lived one day, and
then the next, and then the next. It was easier that way.
