Red Night

1

Hailey

The most annoying sound anyone could hear at 7 am on a Monday.

Fucking hell, I thought to myself.

I got up and turned off the alarm on my phone and looked what I had to do for the day. Oh, right I had my interview for the new job. Since I did not want to go late to my first interview in months I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine. After I finished doing my makeup, it was quite simple eyeliner, mascara, and a bit of blush since I do not like wearing heavy makeup. I went to my closet, I wanted to look professional but, on the website, it said I needed to wear a short lose dress since I will be preforming to the owner. Which its embarrassing but I needed the money if I wanted to live here a few more months.

I put on black lingerie and on top I put on an oversize sweatshirt and some sweatpants and comfortable shoes. I then started to pack the dress and black high heels. Looking at myself in the mirror one more time to check if everything is perfect, since it was, I left the apartment, went to my car, and started to drive to the destination.

While driving I started to think if I did not get the job, then what? Where would I live in the meantime? I do not have friends that can help me, even if I did it would sound unprofessional asking a friend for some help, and I cannot ask my parents since they kicked me out of the house when I was 18. I shook my head to make myself stop thinking like that before I started to get nervous and busher the interview.

I finally arrived, got my bag, went inside the building, and looked around. Its big and spacious. There is a second floor which I am guessing is where the private rooms are. In the middle of the first floor is a big stage and chairs are surrounding and other little stages nearby. A lot of people are here even though its 8 in the morning. Looking around to find at least a worker who is not busy to ask where the interviews are being held at. 

I looked over the bar area and saw a bartender cleaning the glass cups, which I am guessing is for tonight when there are enough people who would like to drink. I walk up to her and sit on the stool and look at her. She looks attractive. Everyone would be on their knees for her, wearing a white dress shirt, a vest over it, and dressing pants. She looks stunning, how it hugged her body. The way her body is curvy in all the right ways. While I kept looking at her, I kept wondering how she would look like without clothes... fucking pervert. 

Mentally I bonked myself in the head and looked at her name tag and it read 'Ivy.' Very pretty name. when I looked up at her I saw her looking at me. I felt myself blushing a bit from embarrassment. I saw her lip twitch to a small smirk. Did my frustration amuse her? 

"Do you need anything, darling?" Ivy said while she kept looking at me. I tried to calm myself down before I start to fly out of my chair from blushing a lot. Her voice is so fucking sexy. It had a hint of Spanish accent which was amazing. I straighten my back and look at her and spoke. "Yes, I'm supposed to be doing an interview for a job here, I just want to know where it is?" She looked at me up and down and smiled. "I'm guessing to be one of the 'dancers'?" damn her smile is so fucking gorgeous, I need her to smile at me every day now. I nodded. Ivy put the glass cups away in the cabinets and told me to follow her. I got up, grabbed my bag, and followed her.

We went upstairs, and Ivy stopped, turned around and looked at me. Her gaze was dominating, it was like she was a hungry beast who found its prey. I would not mind her devouring me when we are in be- "This is the room where the boss is, just walk in and introduce yourself and there is a bathroom for you to change and when you are comfortable you can start dancing on the pole. You got that, darling?" Ivy spoke which interrupted my thoughts which I do not know if I am glad or disappointed.

I nodded and she put her hand on my shoulder and wished me luck and left.

I sighed and opened the door and was greeted by two bodyguards leading me to their boss, who was sitting on a couch with a cigarette in his mouth and looking at her with a glare, which sent shivers to her spine. He looked at me up and down and smirked, just like Ivy did earlier. Closing my eyes so I could calm my nerves and looked at him. "Good morning, Sir. My name is Hailey Burns, I will be interviewing to be a dancer here." He took a long drag of his cigarette and let it out in one blow, he then burned out the cigarette on the pot and put his hands on his thigh and looked at me, giving all his attention to me. "Nice to meet you Miss Burns, I am Tyler Rose. You can change in the bathroom that is right next to you and whenever you are ready you can start dancing. Understand." He glared at me to make sure I understood everything.

I stood still while looking at him and then nodded, for a few minutes she waited for him to dismiss her. "Use your words, querida" (dear). I blushed hard because of his glare and demanding, I did not understand him though, but I just know something dripped between my legs. I nodded again "Yes I understand" I looked at him for a bit and he nodded and got back to being comfortable on his couch, which it gave me the sign to go to the bathroom and get dressed.

I locked the door, opened my bag, and took the dress out. It was basic but beautiful. It was red, my favorite color, and it had a slice on both sides of the thighs that went up to my hip. On the breast area it was lose not really giving the imagination. I looked at myself on the big mirror and saw how the dress hugged my body beautifully and very comfortably, I smiled at myself feeling satisfied and put on my black high heels and put on some necklaces and rings and left the bathroom and walked seductively to the little stage and put my back on the pole and lifted one hand up to hold on the pole and spread my legs and put my other hand on my thigh.

(Hailey's outfit. ngl she slaying right now)

When I heard the music, I started dancing my heart out.