"This is my favorite." Evan said, nodding his head to the rhythm.
"Oh, I absolutely love this one!" I said, closing my eyes and swaying to the opening tones of the song.
𝄞 And if I lose you now, I think I would die
Oh, say you'll always be my baby...
The clock was showing 09:00 pm. It was just just the right time for me to get ready. The dresscode for hostesses was a mini dress.
I kept my makeup simple. Glowing flawless foundation, nothing really cakey. I brushed up my brows and kept it natural. For eyes I just used a small, inconspicuous fake lashes and put mascara on, so they looked like my own lashes. And as a final touch, I put on a red lipstick, in the same color as my dress.
I knew exactly what I was gonna wear. My red mini dress. The color was powerful. Truly a deep, bloody red and the dress was studded with sparkles. It felt luscious, very seductive yet sophisticated and elegant. I decided to wear the matching gloves that come with it, even though I thought it may be a little too extra. But I wanted to look my best.
This is how the dress looked like:
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And for the shoes I grabbed my red pointed pumps in the exact same color as the dress, with a rather medium high heel.
I let my brown straightened hair down and parted them in the middle as I always do. I went for a very sleek look. For jewellery I wore my fake golden hoops. The last thing left to do was to use my favorite parfum, the Tom Ford's Black Orchid and I was ready to go.
AT THE PARTY
The club was huge! And luxurious, as I expected. Purple lights illuminated the whole interior.
There were more than enough people there, but there was still plenty of room in the club so it wasn't crowded, which I liked.
Around 12 pm the atmosphere somewhat loosened up. All I had in my job description was to walk around the club, offer guests champagne and entertain mostly the male guests. And of course, have fun.
The air smelled of expensive perfumes, good spirits and money. I didn't notice any celebrities that I knew, but maybe it was because person can easily overlook someone in such a big amount of people. The guests had fun, drank champagne and some danced on the dance floor. But people rather stood in groups and led friendly debates.
I've never been to such a party. The parties I know from home are different: people always drink heavily, spill drinks on you at the dance floor and just act like animals overall.
As I was walking around the club for about the tenth time with a new batch of champagne, a man stopped me.
" Oh, can I grab one?" he smiled widely. His light blue eyes measured me from head to toe. He seemed nice, but there was something odd to him.
"As you wish, sir." I nodded, tilted my head and looked deeply into his eyes. My full lips formed a smile. He grabbed the last glass of champagne.
"Thanks. What's your name?" he asked and swayed to the rhythm of the music slightly.
"I'm Sophie." I answered politely. "I'm Charles." he said, undressing me with his eyes. I could see he was already a little drunk.
"You wanna dance for a while? You've been working all night long, you can have a break right."
I agreed because this was also part of my job, to entertain men in there. So he grabbed the plate I held in my left hand and put it on the table behind us.
We started dancing to one of my favorite songs, Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar. Gosh I love that song. (you can play it up there)
So we danced together, he was chill at first, but then he became pushy. He pressed closer and closer to me and it made me nervous. I felt so uncomfortable. I don't know why it upset me so much but it did. The man seemed off to me.
I tried so hard to pull away from him, but he didn't seem to like that.He grabbed my ass and literally pressed it into his crotch. Suddenly I felt his hands pulling my dress up and squeezing my butt. At the same time he buried his head in my shoulder.
"Stop it!" I yelled and tried to get out of his tight grip. "Shut up, whore!" he shouted bluntly.
I had enough of this. I knew I was there to entertain men, but that was just enough. I wasn't in the mood to make a scene but I couldn't let him humiliate me like that.
"Get your hands off me!" I pushed him away and right after that I pulled my dress back down. I didn't want the whole club to see my ass, but I guess it was too late for that.
After I pushed him away, his whole face turned red. His brows furrowed and his jaw clenched. I could see how tense and furious he became.
" You think you can fuck with me like that?" he said, pulling my hair so hard it hurt. I frowned and closed my eyes because of the pain.I felt so embarassed and... weak.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I heard someone shout from behind. I looked over my shoulder. It was Evan. Again.
Don't tell me this is coincidence. He looked heavenly. He wore a black suit, his hair messy as always.
He immediately pacified him. I stood there shaking, covering my mouth with my hands. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I never cry in front of people.
Evan grabbed Charles by the collar of his shirt. "You're disgusting, don't ever touch her again." he warned him with gritted teeth. He seemed pissed off. Charles just mumbled something, probably offensive, but Evan kept his calm. He let go of him and turned to me.
" Are you alright?" he asked me, looking at me with his dark eyes full of concerns. I just nodded. Then I felt his warm hand touch mine. He gently grabbed it.
" Let's get out of here." he commanded.
Hii guys, how did you like this part? Are you curious what's gonna happen next? Let me know in the comments and thanks for reading 💞
