Omicidio

Chapter 5

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At around five someone came to my room and handed me a hanger with clothes on it. I was told I was to come down stairs to the dining room dressed with hair and makeup in twenty minutes.

I threw the clothes on the bed. I can't believe I'm working for him.

I grunted loudly and stomped to the bathroom. Sighing I started to brush my teeth. After rinsing my mouth with mouthwash I shuffled through the drawers to find shaving cream and a razor.

I can't be caught with stubble.

After shaving every part of my body I pulled the special extension from the sink where all the makeup was. My eyes scanned over the variety. I swear the whole Macy's makeup department was right there in front of me.

I did the whole shah bang - lotion, foundation, concealer, powder, primer, eye shadow, eyeliner lashes, bronzer - all that. My facial inspiration - Kim Kardashian.

I went back to the room to slide into the outfit. It was simply just a white shirt dress. (Which is basically a purposely made long T-shirt that's long enough to be & look like a dress) A red lace bra and panty set came with it. I guess he was serious about me stripping.

But I mean who has strippers at a business dinner?

I slided on the clothes and flat ironed my hair. Quickly I ran into my closet for some shoes because I was about to be late and I was not about to do that again.

I ended up in a pair of red heels that ran above the knee - leaving a few inches of thigh for the viewers.

Edgy and sexy.

When I got downstairs and I rushed through the double doors and bumped into someone.

Vitaly.

He stared at me, jaw tight. He couldn't possibly be that mad. It was an accident.

What an anger issue.

"Alright, I'm here. What now?"

"Amber." He called. A tall, average weight female, with some giant - and I mean giant - jugs rushed over to us. "Yes, Vitaly." She wore a short red skirt and a black crop top. She was probably another stripper.

"This is Noah. She's the new bartender. She will be dancing as well. Show her her job." And then he walked away.

She showed me around behind the bar and then I was introduced to the other eight girls. All of them looked like clones to me. Tall, thin, big titties, extensions, etc.

I wonder why they're here? Were they kidnapped as well?

Amber showed me all the alcohol. Basically I was going to be doing exactly what I did at the club.

Before long men in suits started to flood the large room. Wow, how sexist. No woman at all. Seriously, woman can run business' and make important deals. I thought about doing something like that a few times. Unlike other strippers i'm educated. It just so happened that dancing gave me the money to put myself through four years of college. The problem was, I could never stop stripping. I felt out of place if I wasn't dancing.

Like the only thing I really had was taken away from me.

Amber stalked over to me in her tall heels. "Shots, quick." I did as she said. I put as many shot glasses as I could fit on a tray; taking the bottle of vodka from the ice bucket behind me I did my magic, spinning the bottle in my hand and spraying the glasses with alcohol.

"Wow, you are good."

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"You are just astonishing." The man complemented as I made him a mixed drink. I smiled sweetly. I glanced up at him and realized that he wasn't talking about my bartending. His eyes were planted specifically on my breasts.