Kira Modest

Chapter 13

                                   Shift 3

I stand before the mirror in the dressing room, anticipating putting on this outfit, enhancing it with makeup, hairstyle, and a mask that will perfectly complement its colors. And even though Lesha said it doesn't hide my face completely, I still don't fully believe him, and besides, I feel more liberated with it. 

While they applied makeup on me, as always, a black smokey eyes, I thought about how I was getting into it. It's so nice when someone turns you into a beauty every evening, it's pleasant to admire perfectly styled curls, especially pleasant to admire your figure in the mirror. And when men admire it, you just drown in self-love altogether. 

They're already styling my hair, and I notice changes within myself once again. I have become much kinder to those around me. Love enveloped me so strongly at the club that I simply stopped getting angry over ordinary trivial situations in life. For instance, when someone takes a long time to make my coffee, or when they take a while to give me change at the store, I can't stand waiting and always express my dissatisfaction, often in a rude manner. But now, I don't even want to do that. I am so filled with love that it overflows. Like a harmless kitten, I respond to any question very gently and softly, which is very contrary to my bitchy appearance. Only my answers to questions about dad remain unchanged. 

I've never been told so many compliments in my life, never been showered with such desired looks. Do you think two days are not enough for self-esteem to soar like that? It's enough. Very much so. 

"Wow, that lingerie suits you so well," Mary said behind me, looking at my reflection in the mirror. 

"Thank you, I think so too. I'm just sitting here and admiring myself." I replied contentedly, without taking my eyes off the mirror and my reflection.

"Why did you suddenly want to dress up? You seemed like you didn't care what to wear for dancing here." 

"Every girl wants to look fabulous; I'm no exception," I replied with a smile. 

"That's right, you need to invest in yourself here too. Men notice that and accordingly shove more tips in the panties." She flirtatiously pull the elastic of her thong.

"Ha-ha, do you think they'll shove a lot today?" I turn to her, raising my eyebrows playfully.

"You're in a strip club, honey, they'll stick in it anyway," a passing girl said. 

She looks about 38, awful. It made me shudder. What an experience... No wonder why she throws out comments like that. My face twisted in disgust. Mary's expression wasn't any better. 

"Don't pay attention to her," Mary said, watching her go.

"I wasn't planning to pay attention. I just don't understand why they hire people like her here. Does she even bring money to the club?" I furrow my brows questioningly.

"As they say, there's a buyer for every product. I guess she must bring in something." 

I just shook my head in response. She looks so worn out. I never fully understood the meaning of that word when I heard it somewhere. But now, seeing this woman, I understood its meaning in all its glory. That's what they mean by 'get into'. I shuddered again. It's very grim; I feel like she's not even as satisfied with this job as the younger girls. She just settles for this profession and goes to work according to the schedule, like most people. For a moment, I was scared for myself. I don't want that kind of future. I won't end up like her. I'm sure of it! 

I rose from the stylist's chair, looked at myself in full length, reassured that I was stunning, and once again understood that I won't stay here. But right now, I want to enjoy the process. I want to collect a suitcase full of compliments for a lifetime.