I place a small hair grip in my hair securing my hair to the back of my head to show off my face and neck, keeping my hair flat at the back. My name is Aphrodite Samantha Johnson. I hate my name and everyone knows me as Samantha even my employer. I do however use the name Aphrodite and that is only for my job. I’m named after my father’s mother and after my mother’s twin sister. I’m your average 20yr old accept I take my clothes off to pay for college and to live.
“Sam,” someone says from my dressing room door. I look to see my body guard Mike, his real name is Joshua but his fake name suits him. He’s a large black man, stands at 6ft 4 and is pure muscle. I look at him and smile. “Gorgeous as always,” he says and my smile widens a little “your clients here,” he says. I nod in response and reach for my mask.
Placing the mask on my face I hold the silk soft gold ribbon up and look at Mike from my mirror. He sighs and walks towards me and ties it. The mask is gold with leopard lining around it framing it perfectly. This was one of the less extravagant masks I own.
Every girl has to wear a mask so we don’t get recognized out on the street. It was also to go with the club as it’s not exactly one of the seedy stripper clubs. It’s quite expensive it’s a $100 dollars in and a further $100 to have a private dance. Every girl also has their own body guard that guards the door on the outside of the private rooms and escorts every girl home. They only started doing that though when one of the girls got followed home one night and raped in her own apartment.
I look in the mirror to only see my dark green clear eyes and my lips. The mask covered my forehead, around my eyes and my nose. My honey orange hair curled around the mask. Yes I’m a ginger I personally think that may be why I only have one private client that and the fact I have small breasts.
“C’mon then Mikey,” I say standing up. I reach down to my stocking and pull on it a little.
“Do I look ok?” I ask.
“You’re really asking me that?” he asks and I smile.
In all honesty I love this job, the management really does look after us and it’s not seedy and we’re all well protected. I’ve made many friends here and you’d think many of them were doing it because they’re either on drugs or can’t get any other job but it’s not even that. Most of the girls are my age and they all do it for pretty much the same reason I do it. There is a girl here doing it to pay for her younger sisters hospital bills. I do not however seeing myself doing this job forever. Once I’m finished with university and I’ve got the job I want then I’ll stop.
“What mood is he in?” I ask as I walk behind him to the room I’m going to be in.
“He’s in a pretty good mood, it looks like he’s come straight from work,” he says. I raise my eye brows and watch Mike open the door for me.
All the rooms are pretty much similar. Pretty dark lit up with candle light and lighting that seemed to beam up the walls, soft music playing in the background. The carpets are either a deep purple or dark red. This one is dark red. Each room has a podium in the middle with a pole going up to the ceiling. Depending on the room the client walks into it varies. One room has a martini glass and one has a Jacuzzi. I’ve actually only been in this one. There are eight rooms in total and I don’t know what they all look like I just know three of them and those are the three I saw when I first started when I was being shown around.
Mike shuts the door behind me and I take a deep breath as I watch the dark haired man take off his jacket and start to role his shirt sleeves up. He has his back to me but I know what he looks like and to be honest he doesn’t look like the kind of man to come here. He’s very good looking, well in my eyes he is. He wears glasses and they frame some very nice pale green eyes. He is a little on the skinny side but nonetheless he was still nice to look at.
I walk up to him and place my hands over his eyes. His body tenses like always and then relaxes.
“You smell different today,” he says and he’s right I did. I’m wearing a new perfume. “I like it,” he says. The other reason I don’t understand why he’s here is because he has a wife and he’s got the best personality I know.
“So what would you like today?” I ask taking my hands from his face.