Saving The Devil

2. Meet the Girls

Afraid to go home alone, I walked back to work. I tried to turn my frown around but nothing did. This old geezer even tipped me a 20, still, that just reminded me of him.

Nobody

I wasn't a nobody.

Ofcourse you aren't, a voice crept into my mind.
"Exactly!" I answered myself aloud.

I am Deandra Smith, daughter of world renowned surgeons Malique and Darcia Smith. I was valedictorian and now I'm head of my class at Colombia. I make my own money, as little as it may be, I have my own apartment, as little as it may be, and I own my own car, as little as it may be.

"Oh shut up!"

"I didn't say anything Dee"

"Oh no Tia, I didn't mean you, I was talking to...I mean I was telling, ughh! I was talking to myself"

"Hey, it's cool" she started towards me, "Just don't do that out front, you know how Boss gets" she smirked and I couldn't help but laugh.

Working at Rowland's wasn't as bad as I first thought it would be.

Smile. Roller Skates. Tight Shorts. Low Cut Tops. Flirt and Boom. You're getting paid!

From Whiskey to Hennessy, bachelorette to groom, we offer the entertainment in town. Only the best of the best came to Rowland's to party.

I haven't been here long but from what I've gathered, there are 16 sister clubs spread across North America, all owned by one man. Nobody really knows for sure who he is but its said he's in the GDH Mafia, that is, guns drugs and humantrafficking, or so I've been told.

He is so secretive though, that his clubs are named after their supposed bosses/managers, like our very own Rowland Bradwitt.

Curiosity got the best of me so I had asked Tia why the hell would someone do that, what if the manager died or even quit? Would the club be renamed each time or would he find someone with the same name?

Her reply was always the same though-if there's one thing I have learned since working here, its don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong.

So after a few attempts I let it slide and none of it mattered any more, not the owner, not the rumours, plus I had bills to pay and college to finish.

Don't forget student loans to repay.
Yap, that too!

"Hey Dee, Boss says you're working the stage with me tonight. A special request apparently!" she jumped her brows.

"What?! I thought new girls never get the stage?"

"As I said, special request." she shrugged "He'll be by to fill us in later."

"But...but I ain't ready." That's a lie "Are you sure he said me Tia?"
Don't question it that's 300 bucks plus tips!

"Coming or not?"

I didn't answer, there was no need because without realizing it, my feet started to follow her. It was crazy cause I wasn't anything to be crazy about. I was plain ole Dee, yet someone had requested me, of all people.

So there is your proof.
Proof of what?

Proof that you aren't a nobody!
Thanks that meant a lot!

Now go show them what we're made of.

With that I pushed open the doors to the dressing room. As if sensing an intruder, all heads whipped towards me. The whispers rose up and even some dared to point fingers.

Don't mind them it's just me, you and $300 bucks

Only if it was that easy.

"Are you lost newbie?!" She popped her bubblegum "You know you ain't allowed in here" she's snarled "See the sign" she gestured to the doors "Dancers only!"

"Then I guess I'm in the right place" I shrugged.

"You? Dance?"

Walking over to Tia I chose to answer her questions with a simple nod. I didn't have time to argue with the other girls plus since it was my first time performing, I didn't need the unnecessary enemies and bitches clawing at my back.

"If you don't mind me asking, whose dick did you gag on?" one of the girls asked. "I mean I had to waitress 3 years before Boss Badbreath finally considered me." she jest.

"And if I remember correctly Chello, you still had to suck dick!" The entire room burst into a chorus of laughter and I couldn't help but join in.

"Hey-lo, I'm Natasha" I accepted the handshake "This is Chello, Gabi, Ally- she motion to each dancer who smiled or waved in return- Tina, Shay, Simone, the twins Kayla and Layla and grumpy over there is Britney" she rolled her eyes and Britney shot her a look. "Don't mind Britney she's one of the original dancers of the club-and one of the best Tia added- so she acts like she owns the place."

"Don't forget she's boss's bitch." Chello whispered so only us could hear.

"Fuck you say?" Britney shouted.

"Nothing boss" we laughed but it was quite obvious that Britney had picked up on the conversation.

"You get ready!" She hissed at Tia. "Take melanin with you. You guys better not fuck up my number and you Russian whores, go find something better to do besides kissing my ass would yah?" Natasha and Chello saluted saying 'yes boss' and when Britney was out of sight, they gave me a look saying 'see what we mean'.

"Dee closet pronto... black and white jacket suits on and ready in fiv-"

"You're joking, WHAT!" Britney came raging in. There was fire in her eyes and steam gushing from her ears. If looks could kill I'd be rolling in my grave right now. Grabbing her phone from her dressing station she marched right up to me, voice low and deadly in my ears. "Watch out bitch, you've just earned your one way ticket to hell and guess who's driving?!" With that she stormed out!