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Isaac picked up the flyer from where he had put it in the drawer and read the details. He sighed and searched for his car keys, blindly. The room lights were switched off, but he found it, dressed and snuck out.
The car engine cried and soon, he sped off. His mind ran wild with random thoughts. What if Adunni woke up? What would she do? What if someone broke in? Was this a wrong idea? Should he just turn back? But what will be the gain, he already left? He blanked out when he came to a forced halt at a traffic light and then the final thought hit him. What if she thought he was cheating?
It sent shivers down his spine, so he turned up the radio and sang along to The Weeknd. Regardless, he overthought throughout the way there.
It was a Soundproof building, Club 94, boldly fixed with neon lights on the building. He sighed after he parked his car and came down. He whispered to himself, "It's just for the money. The money." He got to the entrance and there were bouncers. Two huge bouncers. "Oh boy." He muttered.
"I'm here to see Lisa," He said to the bouncer at the entrance. "Who's Lisa?" One scoffed. He couldn't really explain who Lisa was, he just scratched his head before saying, "She invited me to work here," he felt really stupid. "As a stripper or a gay waiter?" The other mocked.
He felt the urge to punch them as they laughed, but he stepped backwards, brought out the business card and phoned Lisa. "Uhm. Who am I speaking with?" She asked through the phone. "Isaac." He awaited her recollection but all she said was, "Who's Isaac?" He smacked his forehead. "The guitar guy at the Children's party. The one who ran into you or you ran into, whichever". "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Your bouncers are in the way", he said before she could say anything. "I'll be there," She said.
With the extra minutes it took for her to come outside, it was either the place was really big or she took little steps in her heels. The bouncer had more time on their hands to say silly things to Isaac who just pretended to not hear any. He finally felt relief when he heard her laugh as she stepped out.
"Isaac!" She waved and asked him to come with her fingers. She was gorgeous. Isaac froze at first. She was on a tight snake skin crop top and a matching tight fitting long snake skin skirt and they both outlined her body shape very visibly. Isaac gulped, looked at the Bouncers irritatingly and walked up to meet her.
"Jojo and Mark, this is Isaac," she said to the bouncer and turned to Isaac, "We do not have gay waiters, they just love bullying". Isaac focused on biting a dead layer of skin off his lips without looking at them. It wasn't meant to be attractive, he was just a slave to the habit.
"Now let me show you to my office, or around". She said, Opening the door.
Multiple coloured lights flashed in different directions at intervals. The Music blaring through the speakers was nearly deafening, but they all seemed comfortable with it. A lot of chairs were arranged around the table except for the seats at the front. They had no tables with them. Just spaciously arranged seats.
All the seats were occupied by Women of different ages, sizes and races. These women were screaming, all sexually turned on. He wondered why they weren't with their husbands, but being a woman didn't mean you must always be owned by a man. Some were unmarried or divorced and some were just plain horny.
A couple of guys were on the stage dancing. The choreography looked lame, but the women shouted regardless. Then all of a sudden, the scream rose and was high pitched. Isaac turned back to look at the stage and the guys were removing their shirts. He turned around. A group of sexually deprived women in their comfort zone, he thought.
Lisa showed him everywhere first—the bar, the toilets, the costume and dress room, the exits—before finally showing him her office. She brought out the keys from her purse and opened the door. She smiled at him, and he smiled back nervously. For the money, For Adunni and the baby, he thought.
She ushered him in and closed the door. She locked it, he just didn't hear. "Have a seat", she smiled.
Isaac was so happy to be far from flashing lights. The office was just dulled by the yellow bulb. It was so big that she had a bedroom behind a translucent pink curtain. He liked the office arrangement, and it was painted black.
"Feel at home," she said sitting in her seat. "Feels like a coven" He muttered loud enough for her to pick up the words. She laughed. "It's not like this during the day if the curtains are open or Fluorescent bulbs are on. It's just an evening Boss look." She said.
Her cleavage called him, he tried to avoid them so bad, so he started to make a clear image of the bedroom through the curtains by straining his eyes. "When can I start?" He asked. "I really need the money". She laughed. "Right now". "Cool. So I'll just go to the costume room and change and—" She interrupted. "You won't be doing any of that. Your job is here." He chuckled nervously, "Where? The audience isn't here". His heartbeat quickened. She slid her index through her breasts, "Here".
"No. No, I can't. See I am—" "Not married, 'cause I checked. No ring then, none now". "I'm going to be engaged soon." He said. "I guess you really don't need the money." She laughed. "Or do you think I, a Woman, would create such entertainment for women and sit in the audience screaming? No." He swallowed saliva. She whispered, "No. I have to confirm what I sell is original, it's just business".
Isaac cleaned sweat off his face with his palm. This would be everything he didn't bargain for, this would be cheating, but then would he sneak out and return the same? Or would he jeopardize for money?
