triple a. (hush movie)

PART 1: STRIP CLUB.

            Chapter one: THE STRIP CLUB.

Greed.

There would be no other perfect way to describe the lifestyle of this overly rapacious town than of this. Everywhere you go, people naturally wore fake smiles before ultimately giving you the cold shoulder the minute you mess up or step out of line here. Everything and everyone was fake.

How fucking ridiculous, right?

This was city was being ran by very influential and powerful men, as some would call them. But little did they know, these dogs that they were worshipping spent most of their time most likely cheating on their wives countlessly or importing and exporting illegal substances to multiple countries, just to raise their stocks up a teeny bit. But that's excusable since they care so much about this country and our people, right?

No, but yet they had almost everyone wrapped around their finger so that their little image of a "perfect business" wouldn't be exposed.

And all of this was being skillfully orchestrated by my very own father.

"Carina! what's taking you so long, you're up next girl." a familiar, feminine voice called out to me as the door slammed opened, causing me to literally jump out of my seat, a small gasp leaving my lips as I held my hand against my rapidly beating heart.

"Oh my god, Sam. You scared the living shit out of me..." I murmured, my hands gradually leaving my chest once I realized the sudden "intruder" was just one of my fellow coworkers, Samantha.

"Yeah, yeah. You better be glad I kept the guest company while you sat in here being all cooped up with your thoughts or whatnot." The girl exaggerated with the roll of her eyes, the small smile tugging at her lips hinting that she wasn't actually aggravated one bit.

"Um, I'll be out in a bit. Now go entertain the guest with your so called 'voluptuous ass' of yours while I finish up in here, 'Kay?" I smirked, getting up from where I previously sat as I literally pushed her out of the door she came from, a frown adoring her face as I did so.

The smile gradually left my face once I realized I was now alone with my rather tiresome thoughts the minute I shut the door, that familiar unsettling feeling making it's way into my stomach that usually comes before any performance I had despite having performed multiple times before.

Facing the gigantic mirror that was poorly hung against the rather dusty wall, my nose scrunched up in disgust as I looked at the dirty  screws that held it together, the mirror looking like it was one second away from collapsing.

Sometimes I wondered if the money was worth working in this dump.

"This is literally the sketchiest looking strip club on earth, I still don't understand why this place is as popular as it is." I sighed out. It wasn't even an exaggeration, the place was literally a pigsty.

I ultimately decided that the money was indeed worth once my mind suddenly filled with memories of my previous successful performances here, a subtle smile making it's way onto my face as I gently ran my hands down the silky fabric that complemented my body shape perfectly, the black robe looking rather ravishing on me as I studied my figure in the mirror.

That happiness didn't last long once my eyes laid upon the noticeable dark bags that hung under my eyelids, this revealing the countless sleepless nights I endured. "A little makeup can fix this." I hummed.

After applying a good amount of foundation under my eyelids, I flashed myself a quick forced grin in the mirror before heading out with my belongings. Fake it till you make it, they say.