Shift 5
...and here I am again. In this intoxicating scent of money. It feels like there's even a slight haze of smoke... Hmm, did someone smoke dollars? Ha! Anything is possible in this club.
Today I went for a less intense black smoky eyes. It got boring for me. And curls! Yes, I'm tired of them too! I want a high, voluminous ponytail. Thank goodness, I have my long hair, and I don't need to wear a fake ponytail on an elastic band, like so many girls do here. They drew sharp, contouring black lines and added a bit of silver glitter to the entire movable eyelid. They attached not-too-dense false lashes with a fox-eye effect, making me look even more like a night cat. Lips were covered with a shiny transparent tint, visually enlarging them.
Today I arrived late because of traffic on the bridge; even my motorcycle couldn't weave through the stationary cars in this boring crawl. Because of this, I ended up at the bottom of the list of girls. It's not soon that I'll be dancing and sitting in the dressing room is boring!
Five girls are putting on BDSM costumes as instructed by the manager. I wonder why?
"Alla, what are they doing?"
"Every weekend we have different shows on stage. One of them is happening now. You can go out and see."
Wow. And I thought only PJs did that. I'm wildly curious about what will happen. I follow the girls out with anticipation. The tallest girl, completely tattooed, holds a black leather whip in her hands. It's scary to imagine its touch on the skin. I hope she won't start beating them with it. In her other hand, she holds a leash that stretches and tightens around the neck of another girl with a leather collar. Oh... I'm in anticipation.
We reach the hall, and upon the administrator's command through the radio, heavy rock music with horrifying undertones starts playing. The girls enter the hall, and I follow them. I stop near the DJ, and they all kneel down, except for the girl with the whip. They begin crawling on all fours towards the stage through the entire hall. Wow! It looks spectacular! All the men are watching them: one has a wide grin, another's jaw dropped to his belly, and the third has a ridiculous excited expression. Oh, it looks funny from one side.
They climbed onto the stage, and the rear multimedia screen started flashing with fiery background flames. The tattooed girl stood in the middle, and all her kittens obediently knelt on the stage. With the loud beat of the music, she forcefully struck the LED screen floor with the whip. From this blow, a bright lightning bolt cut through the entire stage perimeter. With this striking command, she made all the girls remove their bras and come to her, starting to run their hands over her body. She took them each by the head and pushed them away, after which they theatrically fell on their elbows and then crawled back to her. She struck the stage with the whip again, and the girls crawled towards the tables where the men were sitting. They crawled onto them and gently rubbed their bodies against them to earn tips. Wow! My jaw dropped, I can only imagine what the men are feeling. The show ended, and the girls crawled towards the exit. I felt to walk through the hall to the smoking area. Mary often hangs out there, I want to chat with her. Carefully stepping in high heels on the soft carpet, I notice many different men staring at me. I'm used to it by now. It's nice to catch their sliding glances over my body. Damn!!! I forgot my mask! Oh my God! Panic flashes in my eyes! How could I forget to put it on? I was so interested in watching the show that I followed the girls without thinking about the mask! Oh dear! I feel naked... I've already passed half the hall, there's no turning back. I can't cover my face with my hands! It's embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing... I quickly try to hide in the smoking area by briskly walking with my legs. I open the doors and see that Mary is not here. Where is she when I need her?! Okay. Deep breath in and out. Right now, quickly slip back into the dressing room, and no one will notice anything! Exhale. Step out. I look down and try to walk quickly.
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Kira Modest
RomanceKira, on the brink of womanhood, is tired of living in her father's house; although he loves her, she cannot accept and forgive him knowing that he was a gangster in the past. Kira forges her own path by earning a scholarship to university and movin...