The Anonymous

Chapter 1: A Cool Night's Breezy

This book contains Adult Language, Adult Contact, Triggering Topics, and Grafting Descriptions viewer discretion advised

Also, this is 100% MY STORY. It came from my brain. Please do not copy it. Thank You!!!

Narrator****

... The cool fall night marks the end of summer. As the leaves fall ever so gracefully down the streets of New York City, covering all of the beautiful buildings in Downtown Brooklyn. Aeon Hall looks out of her window at the bright full moon and closes her eyes, making a wish, a secret only she knows and opens her eyes again. A ring of the doorbell alerts her, she walks towards the door and opens it.

"Are you ready? 

"Yes, let me just get my keys" Aeon walks searching through her mess comforter for her keys. The natural stone pendent was very handy because it's apart of her keychain. Placing the keys in her purse. Aisa's voice willed to make haste. "Hurry let's go! We have to be there by 11 pm, I don't want to pay the entry fee". "Ok, why are you rushing me to this club anyway?" Aeon inquires. This is one of the best clubs in Manhattan, anyone who is-- any-kind of important will be there. Plus, you need a job and Marc Hyde will only see you tonight. Any later, and we will have to pay the 50$ entry fee, and you can kiss the bottle girl position goodbye. Asia dramatically explains as she walks ahead of Aeon. "Fine!" Aeon replies slightly out of breath.

Asia checks google maps to see when the train would arrive. "We have approximately 3mins, walk faster" Asia yells. As we run to the train station on a cool night, we passed by a group of men standing outside the corner store talking loudly. Entering the train station, I swiped my MetroCard and for some reason, Asia hopped over as we waited for the train. "didn't you get paid yesterday? "why are you hopping? Aeon asked. I'm trying to save money she stated. Aeon looked at her oddly. She was about to ask a question when the train came, and they both walked on.

On the train, Asia continues to explain, "So, Club Light's is in the Meatpacking District; it's considered to be one of the top upper echelon clubs in America. Like, I said before anybody who is anybody will be there, it's also extremely easy for girls to get in--- BUT YOU HAVE TO LOOK THE PART. In other words, you have to dress nice and by genetics be absolutely stunning.

"Ok, that sounds easy enough, as I rolled my eyes". "Look, I not ungrateful or anything but I just need a little job, for shopping money and partying. I don't need, some fancy bottle girl, sexist job".

"Well if you keep that attitude you might not get the job".

We got off at w 15th street and 8th avenue and walked down. Marc Hyde stood outside at exactly 11 pm. We walked to the far end of the line, and revert back when Asia caught glimpse of him standing in front of the dark green glass doors. There he is Aeon, Asia tugged me along with her walking fast. I look at him in complete confusion. Who does this guy think he is? Decked in a full green alligator suit, with an odd metallic shine. A Gucci monogram tie, to complete the ensemble. The make up he wore complimented his suit. The highlight on his cheekbone exuded a sea form green color. He definitely wanted to be noticed.

"Hello there" My name is Marc Hyde, I'm the manager of Club Lights. "You're both late by the way". Marc chill! its 11:02 pm seriously, get a grip, Asia said with her arms fold. You should know Asia, I'm a very timely man. I do everything by-the-book-for-the-book. What does that even mean? I thought to myself "You must be Aeon", Marc said. Cutting off her inner confusion. Yes! nice to meet you! I reply in my most professional-sounding voice. Marc gave me a quick once over and smiles. "Rude" I mentally scowled.

"Ok girls follow me, walking away. Today is actually a special night, as I'm sure Asia told you, my big spenders will be joining us tonight. I'm taking a risk with you Aeon, by even allowing you to be here. But I have an eye for interesting people, and you look like that somebody. Plus, I need all-hands-on-deck so, prove me right," Marc stated in amusement. "You do not have to sell any bottles, just entertain the guest, dance with them, have fun with them, and make sure they are spending money. These clients are my top priority, if they are not happy, I'm not happy. I need you to elevate the experience. Asia told me how charming you are, how you have a way with words. All while at the same time not giving a dam what people think. She also tells me how people automatically flock to you and seek your insight, your approval. But you don't let it change you. Ms. Aeon Hall, I need that energy from you tonight. I need level-headed people in my corner people with a sense of urgency. If you can do that, then the bottle girl position will be yours, you know that deal, right?" Marc explains as he elegantly waved his freshly manicured hand. "Each bottle is worth 4 grand, we have some for 2k, I guess. The bottle girls keep at least, 60 percent of the profit plus, hourly pay which is 8.50. It's a pretty decent job because clients usually TF ball out. So, show me what you've got."

Aeon cocked her head and prepared to counter Marc's words. This sounds too good to be true, honestly?

Marc cut her off again dramatically nodding his he "GURL----WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!! "I'm not asking you to bust it open for a real one, just keep the bottles coming". These people have FUCKIN MONEY they blow thousands in a day, and I'm here for all of it. I'm here for the coin! Now there's the locker room go put the costume on and look like walking sex, sex on ice honey---walking sex on ice. He winks at me and walks away swaying his hips a dramatically.

As I looked at Asia, I was completely baffled that this man-- this over-the-top (OTT) man was her manager. But I guess, shrugging the thought away. I don't think I can work with someone like Marc for long. He's little too OTT. I need the money anyway, whatever! 

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