Meenbabe One-shots

The Maneejarus House

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Meena knew that if she didn't feel comfortable working for a client at The Maneejarus House, she would be allowed to refuse her service. Apparently, that didn't apply to the ever intimidating Aoom Thaweeporn. Ever since she was requested a few days prior by the leader of the Bombay gang, she had this unsettling feeling in her gut. She had talked to her boss, Thapthim, about refusing but she said this was something that she couldn't back out of.

— Khaimuk, as much as I love ya, we can't just say no to Miss Thaweeporn. The money her cronies bring in daily is what keeps this place running. So, you gotta do what you gotta do. And I'm not about to let you ruin my business. — Miss Thapthim said as she wrote something on a piece of paper.

Meena sighed and nodded. — I understand. Could I at least have someone outside the room in case anything happens? —

— Of course. Don't want one of my best dancers hurt. — Miss Thapthim nodded before continuing with her paperwork. — Now, if that's all, you should get back to work. —

Meena left without another word and went to the girls' dressing room backstage. She slumped into her seat and took a deep breath.

This was going to be interesting.

— Tonight's the night Khaimuk. You ready? — Another dancer, asked as she applied her makeup.

— As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. — Meena sighed as she finished with her own makeup, checking her work in the mirror.

— Hey, you look a million bucks, Khaimuk. — A blonde nudged her. — Don't stress about it, It's just a quick dance, you grab the money and leave. —

— I can only hope it'll be that simple. — Was Meena's response.

When Meena stepped out of the dressing room in her costume, she peeked around the curtain to see who was there. Some of her regular clients like Nathan and James were present, along with several of Aoom's henchmen. She couldn't spot any other women in the hall besides the girls, which put her somewhat at ease for the moment. Then, she made her way to the bar and secretly grabbed a glass of wine to calm her nerves.

After a while, Mrs. Thapthim found her and pulled her aside. — She just arrived. Go to your room, and I'll bring her to you. — She said before pushing her towards the private rooms.

The effect of the wine seemed to vanish in an instant, as a wave of anxiety tightened in Meena's chest, and her legs, already a little shaky, felt like they might give out as she walked towards the reserved room. She climbed onto the small stage in front of the armchair, her heart pounding so hard it seemed to echo in the muffled silence of the room. It had been almost two months since her first dance at the club, but the nerves of that night had returned, now even more intense. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, but the air entering her lungs didn't seem enough.

The door opened with an almost deafening creak to her ears, revealing an elegant woman in a pristine black suit, holding a whiskey glass firmly in her hand. — Make yourself comfortable, Miss Thaweeporn. If you need anything, just press that button on the table. — Thapthim said before leaving the room, the door closing with a muffled thud that made Meena shudder.

The dim light in the room seemed to press the walls closer around Meena, making it even harder to make out the face of the woman sitting before her. Not that it mattered; Meena knew she wasn't there to look. She was there to be seen.

— Good evening, Miss Thaweeporn. — Meena offered a small smile. — What would you like tonight? —

Aoom didn't reply immediately. She sat down calmly, resting the glass on the arm of the chair, her eyes slowly roaming over Meena's body. There was something predatory in her gaze, an absolute control that made Meena feel exposed, vulnerable.