Part 2; The games begin

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One week later
"This is stupid Carter. Your stupid for getting me this job." I rolled my eyes looking at the bag with those awful pieces of fabric.

"Oh, Estella-."

"Amelia."

"Oh Amelia just get the job done, and we go back to finding more people. Just think about it, he's a murderer."

"I'm already doing this Carter. But you know I will be touched by random man, cat called, even worse I have to seduce Ace."

"Oh silly. That doesn't mean anything. I share. But the only true man who you love is me." He kissed me.

"Oh get off me." I pushed him back and parked in front of my new job.

"Oh let's do it here." He grabbed my hair

"No, you fucking weirdo." I opened the door.

"I love you see you soon." He closed the door chuckling. Why would Ace even be here today and how does Diana know?

Things just don't add up.

I walked to the back doors and knocked. "How can I help you?" A huge man opened.

"Hey big man, I'm new and just got a job here. Diana talked to the boss and well I got accepted." I fake smiled.

"MOVE DANIEL! Hey bestie." A random bitch hugged me.

"I'm Diana." She whispered.

"Heyy babe!" I smiled and followed her into the bathrooms. She checked each stall and made sure no one was there.

"Amelia. I got your things ready. The boss should be here soon. It's a one-time opportunity. He's only comes once a month. To pick a girl to take to his club near his mansion. Only exclusive man go there."

"How would I get the job? I don't have experience plus I'm new."

"Oh boss says your a good killer. But not just that but your sexy. Nice silky hair, gorgeous face, hourglass body! Sister most of us are old, or ugly." She whispered.

"But look at you and you haven't been chosen." Skinny, blond, a perfect woman.

"Oh no I can't be.." she chuckled. "I'm too old to go to the club. Only the youngest get in. And your the youngest. Well one of the youngest. But anyway!" She walked into the huge stall.

"Here's your gorgeous dress plus gorgeous suit." She handed me pieces of strings.

I fakily smiled and took the clothes. "Awesome." I went into the bathroom. Now great the clothes I packed at least had fabric this is basically the threads!

Be professional estalla! I have no choice. Well I do but this is the life I chose.

"Only put the suit. The dress goes on once we're leaving to not walk around naked."

"Yay." I sarcastically put on the pieces of string and looked in the mirror. What has your life come too.

"This is silly." I walked out. Pulling the thread between but butt that makes me feel suffocated.

"This is my job first of all, second of all you look gorgeous. I mean just look at you." She smiled handing me heels. "Your a goddess!"

"We will put you on the minute boss walks in." She opened the bathroom door. "Go on. See how the girls do it."

I looked through the curtains and watched all the girls walk on stage and dance. I walked outside and sat on the bar stools waiting for my name to be called.

"You're new aren't you?" The bartender said.

"Yeh. I've never danced in my life." I wanted to take that back because maybe I shouldn't be tell people.

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