Emilia

26: Emilia

-Emilia-

Walking through the dark club that was only lit up by the colorful stage lights and the neon glow sticks that people were wearing, my eyes fell upon Brandy and Roxy who were on the right stage, performing a choreography that she told me they had been working on for a while. I watched as they both stared at the crowd of men in front of them, shaking their asses to the fast pace of the music as they ran their hands wildly through their hair.

The men howled at them, practically throwing their whole bank account onto the stage as their eyes trailed up, watching as they both climbed to the top of the two poles that were on the stage before flipping upside down as they began walking on the air, slowly spinning around the pole.

My eyes then turned to the rowdy group of men on the left side of the club where another performance by Lizzy and Jada was taking place on the left stage. Men sat in u-shaped chairs that surrounded the long, oval shaped platform, whistling and sitting on the edge of their seats. My eyebrows raised as I watched the two forward crawl towards each other, groping each other's bodies as they stared into the crowd of men.

They looked erotic and fierce-just how they liked it.

I smiled at them, turning around as I bumped into a hard chest. I stumbled back in my heels and a hand caught mine just in time before I toppled over into a mans lap who was sitting in the chair behind me.

"Damn, I'd love to get a piece of that ass." The man behind me slurred his words, gripping my butt and I smack his hand away as I turned around, glaring at him. I scoffed as I realized it was the man who swore to Vincent that he had lost a loyal customer.

He recognized who I was and his eyes immediately widened in fear before he tripped over his feet as he got up from his chair. He made sure he didn't leave his glass of beer behind as he stumbled away.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head before realizing my hand was still inside of the person who had caught my fall. I immediately pulled away, looking at the masculine hand before my eyes trailed up to a gleaming set of green eyes that belonged to a young man.

He was definitely younger than the rest of the men in here, no younger than twenty from what I could tell.

"I'm so sorry for bumping into you. I kind of have a habit of doing that to people." I laughed a bit, breaking the awkward silence between the two of us. He shot me a smirk, sipping what I could smell was bourbon in his glass before running his hand through his dark brown hair.

"Don't sweat it princess." He shot me a wink, pocketing his hand in his slacks as he brushed past me. He walked towards one of the empty seats in front of the right stage as he sat down. There was something strange about him-eerie even. His gaze stayed focused on me the whole time even as a stripper came up next to him and sat down on his lap.

I shivered, tearing my gaze away from his as I began walking towards the dressing room. I stepped inside, heading towards my vanity as I sat down and turned on my mirror lights to shed some brightness to the magenta lit room.

My outfit today was a little less conservative since the only thing that covered my nipples were white x's that glowed in the dark. I wore a light blue mesh top that was cropped just below my breasts and matching pants that revealed the simple black thong I wore underneath. My feet were decorated with silver and sparkly stiletto heels that made me taller than I already was.