She is beautiful. Never in my life have I seen a woman so gorgeous. I stare at her like I'm in a trance. I must be, because it's impossible to look away. Her red lips. Her soft closed eyes. He long blonde hair. Her hips. Her hands in the red sparkly...
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A few days have gone by. Nothing much has happened since. Me and Michael haven't talk much since we are both busy. He has training and it has been super busy at the club lately. Richard has been pushing everyone extra hard. But he has a good reason for it. Today, possible sponsors are coming. So, everything must be perfect. If it goes well then maybe the club can become a brand, or that was what Richard said. One of the men that is coming tonight is Alexandre Argent the third. He is a very famous businessman and French. Lucky for Richard I know how to speak French and I will use that to Wow him. I have spent all night perfecting my song.
I wake before Michael this time. Its around 4 am when I leave my apartment. And for the first time in a very long time, I am not the only one up at this hour. The club is buzzing with life and excitement for tonight's performance. Lacy walks up to me. She wears a little red dress. The dress is sparkly and stops before it reaches her knees. The straps are large but still manage to show her shoulders. Her dark red hair is filled with obvious curls. I suppose the rest of the women dancers look the same. "You want to help me with my makeup?" Lacy asks me. I look at her. "But you know how to do it yourself" I tell her. She looks away from me. "Yeah but...your much better...and tonight needs to be perfect!" she says. "fine".
I put a layer of red lipstick on Lacy's lips. Her lips are big. She always told me that was her best feature.
Around lunch time Richard pulls me aside from our rehearsal. He wants me to meet the sponsors before tonight. I walk with him out to the front of the club, and there they stand. The five possible sponsors. They all wear dark suits and have slicked back hair. "Hello gentlemen" Richard says. "Welcome to my club. This is my best and most beloved performer Ashley". Richard shows me of to these rich men, like I am some product. But I know Richard only does this when necessary. I feel the rich men's eyes on me. Looking at me up and down. I smile at them even though I hate myself for it. I shake their hands. And there he is before me. Alexandre. He is tall, and doesn't look threatening at all, like the other businessmen. I shake his hand. "Bonjour monsieur" I say greeting him. He looks at me surprised. "Tu parle Français?" he says, asking if I speak French. "Oui" I say. He smiles at me, and I can see in his eyes it's a real smile. "That very interesting" he says, switching back to English. He has a strong accent. "Tonight is going to be special, mostly because you will perform" he says kissing my hand. Then he leaves. Only one rich asshole to go. He walks over to me. I look him in the eyes and finally realize who it is. It's my fucking dad.
