The lines of desires

Chapter II

My alarm clock goes off and wakes me from my sleep: 8pm. My eyes are brimming with tears at the thought of leaving my confy bed.
Working all night is exhausting. I reluctantly get up and get ready, as usual, for another long night at the club. At least this morning I was able to drop Andrew off at school before I went home to sleep - I'm so glad I did.
This is the only part of my day that makes me smile.
When I arrive at the club, I push open the heavy doors and a familiar smell of sweat, alcohol and cheap perfume wafts up my nose. I scrunch up my face and speed towards the changing rooms but the smell follows me there, permeating every nook and cranny of this place I hate.
I stop when I see Jamie, my boss, leaning against the wall of the changing room. He's staring at me, a mischievous smile on his face.
"What do you want, Jamie?" I ask, already annoyed.
"Aren't you tired of dancing? Don't you want to try something else?" His eyes shine with an unhealthy gleam that immediately makes me uncomfortable.
"Like what?" I ask, suspicious.
He moves a little closer. "VIP rooms. You know, there are a lot of customers who'd pay a lot to have you, just for a moment." He insists on these words, and a shiver of disgust runs down my spine.
Before I can reply, the door to the changing room swings open and Sheryl storms in. "Out of the question!" she shouts, standing between us. Her eyes are dark and determined.
She defies him, standing there with her brown curls and her fiery eyes. "She's too young, Jamie. Go find another prey."
Jamie stares at her with angry eyes , but eventually smiles, as if amused. "Ladies," he says, bowing dramatically before he leaves the room.
As soon as he's gone, Sheryl turns to me and gives me a firm hug. The warmth of her embrace relaxes me.
"I heard what happened last night. Are you all right?" she whisper gently stroking my back.
"Yeah, I'm fine... Thanks, Shae " I say, my voice barely audible.
She steps back slightly, watching me with a worried expression.
"Look, if you ever need to talk or anything, I'm here for you. This place is hell and I don't want to see you burn in it sweet angel "

The show begins as usual, but this time I scan the room to avoid any traps, and my heart skips a beat when I see a woman in the back. She's wearing an elegant fur coat and has a glass of scotch in her hand. Her blond hair is styled so elegantly,  she has a cigarette in her other hand.
It's really unusual to see any women in here, except for the staff, especially one so nicely dressed.

I flip on the pole and look back at her, but she's gone. I search for her in the room, but she seems to have disappeared completely, as if she were never there. My mind races as I wonder who she is and why she came here