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Nala 's life has always been filled with terror and doubt, spending most of her life in the underground world. She finally decides to take her freedom back from her captors and run away. Which leads to disaster and a wide range chase for her. She...
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I had around 20 minutes to prepare for work. I was a bartender at this underground men's club here in Las Vegas .In case you're wondering what it is, its sort of like a strip club besides the fact that there are only powerful rich men allowed there. They come to see girls dance, and some even get sold .
I was in and out the child care system for a while, I was adopted a couple of times, yet dependably wind up returning right back. The a*sholes I'm with at moment are Carolina, and her alcoholic perverted boyfriend Damion. They caught me about 3 years ago and ever since then I've been with them.
I live with 5 other girls at the moment, all of us in the same situation.I'm closest with Bianca. The others and I talk here and there, but making friends in here was kind of pointless most of the girls were so brainwashed and only thought of themselves. I usually stayed by my self and minded my business. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had around 10 minutes left to get ready and had barely started anything, I put on my black tight dress on, applied my makeup, and swept my hair up into a slick ponytail as quick as I could.
My door burst open.
"Hurry up we don't have all day bitch" Carolina yelled "Damion is waiting for you in the car hurry up"
"I'm almost done," I said looking in the mirror I sprayed some of my cheap perfume and ran out the door.
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Girls filled the room, in bells and silk. Their luxurious skirts swam about their slender feet and their tiny tops moved softly with each slight movement.
The music began, and so did the dancers. They moved there hips and body to beat with every twist and turn they told their story.
I Bet no one knew of the horrors and trauma most of these girls go through, no one knew this was not their desired path in life. All these men saw was the beauty as they gracefully twirled around each other, seductively moving their asses.
Bianca and I walk over to my station and got started right away. Isabella was a dancer so she went to where ever she had to go.
As I was working I had noticed one of the rich men at this table continued glaring at me, I was awkward and anxious because usually what that meant was they were interested in you and wanted to buy you.
Continuing my job, severing several men one of the men called me over to the table with the guy from earlier .
I walked up to the table, every one of the men eyeballed me watching my every movement, making me uncomfortable .
