𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 ||𝙅𝙤ã𝙤 𝙁é𝙡𝙞𝙭|| (𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘼𝙐)

Chapter 6

TW: Insecurities
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*Third Person POV*
*Still Flashback*

As soon as she entered the club, The mood drastically changed. The club that she just entered not even 10 minutes ago, was already lit up with neon lights and girls dancing on the poles or a client's lap. The smell of the room suddenly changed from the smell of citrus and lime to nauseating scent of sweat, alcoholic drinks and cigarettes.

Someone tapped her on the shoulders. She looked behind and saw Veronica holding a tray of Vodka and tiny shot glasses in one hand. "Noto que estás ahí parado, sin hacer nada." She remarked bluntly before she pushed the tray to her hands. "Estas son las bebidas de la mesa 8." She pointed to a table full of suited businessmen. "Ponte útil." She left her sight, Sofia rolled her eyes and made her way to the table.

(I notice that you are just standing there, doing nothing.) (These are the drinks for table 8.) (Make yourself useful.)

"Buenas noches señores." She greeted them seductively. (Good evening, gentleman.)

All of them turned to her. They immediately give them hungry looks. "Buenas noches, Señora." One of them greeted her as she placed their drinks on the table. (Good evening to you too, doll.)

"¿Cuánto por tu tiempo?" One of them asks. (How much for your time?)

"400 euros por una hora." She replied back with a fake flirtatious smile. (400 euros for one hour.)

One of them pulled out their wallet until one scoffed. "¿Estás seguro de ella?" One asked. "Mírala. Ella es pequeña. No creo que pueda alcanzar el poste ni que le quepa mi polla." The same one replied and slapped her ass, like it was a normal thing to do, which caused the group to laugh other than her. 

(Are you sure about her?) (Look at her. She's tiny. I don't think she can reach the pole nor can she fit my dick.)

Her fist clenched the whiskey bottle that is on the tray till she thought of an idea. She picked up the bottle and drenched his pants with it. "Mierda!" He yelped and jolted out of his seat. "¿Qué carajo te pasa?" He asked rhetorically with anger. "¿Sabes cuánto cuesta esto?" He asked while pointing at his wet-stained crotch that looks like he peed on it.

(Shit!) (What the fuck is wrong with you?) (Do you know how much this costs?)

She smiled. "Lo siento, no recuerdo que una polla pequeña fuera tan valiosa. Simplemente estaba lavando la suciedad que se formó allí." She retorted with a smile. She could see the vein bulging out of his forehead and fist.

(Sorry, I don't remember a small dick being so valuable. I was simply washing away the dirt that formed there.)

"Tu perra-" He stepped forward and tried to reach her hand but before he could do anything. Veronica separated the both of them by putting herself between them.

"Hola. Lamento mucho su comportamiento, es nueva. ¿Te gustaría tomar más bebidas que corren por cuenta de la casa y encontraré a alguien que te entretenga?" Veronica offered.

(Hi there. I am really sorry about her behaviour, she is new. How would you like to have more drinks that are in the house and I will find someone to entertain you?)

"¡Mientras no sea ella!" (As long as it's not her!)

"Por supuesto." Veronica replied. (Of course.)

Veronica dragged Sofia out of the spot and brought themselves to the middle of the dance floor. "¿Qué demonios te pasa?" Veronica sneered. "¿Tienes alguna idea de lo que hiciste?" She asked.