The Price of Happiness (Upcoming book)

Chapter Two

Lucia made her way back into the club that night feeling less enthusiastic about working, she knew Trent, and she knew he wasn’t going to give up yet. Her suspicion was proven when she walked into the dressing room to find every surface area covered in roses, not just regular roses but pink ones. Those were her favorite. Her heart felt lighter knowing that Trent didn’t forget everything about her. Ignoring the way her heart jumped in her chest, she proceeded her normal routine of getting dress in her smutty outfit choice for the night –a black corset that squeezed the life out of her, elevating her breasts making them noticeable, and a matching black thong that had her ass on display- applying a generous amount of makeup to her pale face, she placed a pair of contacts in her eyes to draw attention away from the fact that she spent most of her evening crying.

Just then her boss came knocking on her door “You’re working the bar tonight Jazmine” he shouted

“But I need the money” she shouted hastily.

“You have a private show, and the client doesn’t want anyone else to see you” he replied

“But how am I going to pay my rent” she said mostly to herself.

“The private show will make up for that” Billy shouted one last time before his footsteps echoed down the hall. Lucia changed her outfit to something more comfortable and less revealing before making her way out to the bar.

The club was fairly busy that night; people calling for her attention from every corner of the club. At around eleven pm her boss signaled the end of her shift at the bar.

“All I have to do is get over this private show and I’m home free” she thought to herself making her way to the dressing room for the second time tonight. The roses still covered the room, but hanging on in her closet was a new outfit with a note attached.

Wear this to the show, the client recommended it.

Was all it said, not bothering to ask any questions, she changed into the outfit that consisted of a black pleated skirt that barely covered her ass, matched with a white shirt that stopped right below her bust pairing it with black stilettos Lucia made her way to the private room. 

She knew there was a possibility, she should’ve guessed it, but nothing prepared her for the sight in front of her. The entire private room was transformed into a classroom. A chalkboard hung on the wall, with a teacher’s desk at the front. Scattered around the room were individual desks for students to sit; it was just like high school she thought. At the front of the class, in the teacher’s chair someone sat quietly, their back to her.

“Lock the door behind you” said an all too familiar voice. I should’ve known it was him Lucia scolded herself for not knowing earlier.

“Have a seat my dear Lucia” Trent said, with his back still toward her. Lucia was about to take a seat at the very back of the room with Trent tsked “To the front miss” he said.

Grumbling under her breath, Lucia made her way to the desk in front of the class, nosily sitting down.

“Is there a particular reason why I am here Trent?” she bit out angrily.

“It’s Mr. Westwood or Sir to you” was his curt reply.

“Like that will happen Trent” she scoffed placing extra emphasis on his name.

“Sweetheart, don’t make this worst than it already is” he said finally turning to face her. Lucia breath caught in her throat as she took Trent in, the shirt her wore was tight fitting accentuating his bulky biceps. Unconsciously Lucia dragged her tongue across her dry lips.