The Gentleman's Club

Chapter Two: Dancing On My Own

Stilettos and broken bottles
I'm spinning around in circles
-Dancing On My Own (Originally by Robyn), Callum Scott

It was two days later that the three of us found ourselves outside of a large, luxurious building. Lola had already set everything up and now she was talking to the bouncer who was now leaving to go fetch someone named Mr. O'Hara.

"He'll be back," Lola said, coming to stand beside me. "He's just going to get Mr. O'Hara so that we can sign a confidentiality agreement."

I raised my eyebrows and May stopped gaping at the building and turned to look at our flaming haired friend.

"Confidentiality agreement?" May asked.

"We're going to be in there with celebrities and influential people. If things get...crazy I guess they wanna make sure no one is gonna blab to the paps." Lola then shrugged her thin shoulders.

A group of well-dressed men passed by then, heading into the building. Their eyes looked at us in appreciation and I was shocked when I realized they were looking at me, too.

I was used to everyone staring at Lola and May. Lola had legs for days and fiery hair with an explosive personality to match. May had the shiniest hair and beautiful exotic features. I was the enigma. I was brown skinned with wild curly brunette hair, chubby cheeks and big brown eyes. I was short, too. Not a tall Amazonian goddess like Lola who stood at 5'9, not even average height like May who stood at 5'5. I was 5'0. People often overlooked me, especially when my tall, hypnotically beautiful friends walked into the room. I never minded, though, honestly I hated attention.

But, still, the fact that they were looking at me was shocking.

"You ladies coming inside?" one of them asked. He was a plain faced man, but he was doused in expensive jewelry. I had a feeling he did that to cover up the fact that he was a plain Joe.

"We'll be in soon," replied Lola in a tone that was completely detached.

"You're new then?" asked another guy who looked to be in his early forties yet he was staring at Lola as if she were a piece of meat. Ew.

"Yeah," Lola said. I could tell she was growing bored and annoyed with this conversation.

"Maybe we'll see you three inside," said the plain looking one with too much jewelry, smiling like he knew we were gonna jump into bed with him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Lola snapped.
May giggled and turned her head away from us, her shoulders shaking as she laughed silently. May always seemed to find Lola snapping at people hilarious.

The men eventually shuffled inside and Lola sagged in relief.

"Did you see the egos on those guys?" she huffed. "I swear they could make Kanye West seem modest."

May and I laughed because Lola was right, their egos were bigger than that of Kanye West.

Finally, the bouncer came back with a balding man who was dressed impeccably in a suit that looked more expensive than everything in my closet combined.

His eyes swept over the three of us and he seemed to be in deep thought about something.

"So, these are the girls?" he asked the bouncer.

"Yup," the burly bouncer responded, his eyes resting on Lola fondly before he looked back at who I'm assuming was Mr. O'Hara. "They're pretty, aren't they?"

"Definitely," Mr. O'Hara said, studying us. "So much different than all the other girls who come here. The gentlemen will fall all over the three of you."