The Red Lounge

Chapter 6

I held the outfit in my hands. I had an incredible time dancing and it's true, I felt like a different girl out there. I felt like a sexy, confident, and rebellious woman.

"Okay, let's do it!" I said with excitement. Paulina and Chanel both worked on my makeup. They did a smokey eye look on me but with a dark blue color instead of black. I left my hair in it's natural state, short and curly. All the other girls had long hair, and mine was a little over my shoulders.

I wasnt as nervous this time since I knew what the audience liked and how to entertain them. I stood behind the curtains with a smirk on my face. "Paulina, I have the perfect song."

She grinned ear to ear and leaned over so I could whisper it into her ear. "Perfect." She walked out to tell DJ Louie and came back behind the curtains. "Alright, girl. Its showtime!"

I swayed my hips to the jazz and R&B-like beat. My song for the night was Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande. I found it to be pretty fitting considering how I felt about being an exotic dancer.

Once the vocals became present, I pushed the curtains aside as I strutted out and onto the stage. I heard a few men whistle as I flashed the audience a devilish smile.

"Where have you been, baby?" A man yelled as he waved a few bills. A few men nodded and began to lean back on their chairs.

I wrapped my hands around the pole and walked around it as if we were reunited long lost lovers. I placed my head on the pole and looked at the audience. There were a few familiar faces, but none that I was interested in.

I ran my hands from my chest and down my leg, then back up. I did a slow fan kick and placed my back  against the pole, sensually lowering myself down. I went on all fours and crawled on the stage, making sure to stick my rear out and swaying it a bit as I prowled towards the audience.

This caused a wave of bills to crash onto the stage. I sexily rolled over on my back and started lifting my legs up, putting one of my best features on display. I reached over to the pole and lifted myself up to a do a few more tricks. I wanted to climb up it but I didn't want to risk making myself look like a fool. That required a lot of strength that I lacked.

I danced for a few more songs and then Paulina, Natalia and Junniper came out onto the stage. At certain times, any exotic dancer can come out onto the stage and walk around the lounge to entertain the customers. The objective was to get someone to ask for a private room and the biggest tips would be received.

As we walked around the lounge to talk to the men, a familiar group of men made their way to the round tables. It was the bearded man with his overly excited blonde friend. They had just sat down when I walked towards them.

"How are you doing, gentlemen?" I asked, running my hand down the blonde man's arm.

"Very good now," he said as he politely grabbed my hand to twirl me around. He knew his way around a woman. "Talk to me?" He lifted his eyebrow up and smirked.

"Certainly," I said as I made my way onto his lap and delicately wrapped an arm around his shoulder. I lifted a leg up and he groaned.

"You are exquisite," he said as he whispered into my ear. I unbutton the top of his dress shirt and caressed his chest. "Really?" I glanced over to the bearded man who was tense and slightly annoyed.

The man nodded as his eyes undressed me. "Maybe we can get a ---"

The bearded man stood up and grabbed my hand. "I would like a room," he interrupted. His eyes weren't filled with lust like the rest of the men, his were dark and full of anger.

The blonde man shot up from his seat. "What the fuck, Elijah?"

Elijah. The name suited him.

Elijah ignored his friend and squeezed my hand. "Lead the way."

"Okay," I said, a bit caught off guard. I continued holding his hand as we walked away from the crowd and down a dimly lit hall.

There were 3 red doors that led to rooms with the same red, suede, sensual style. I wasnt sure what happened back here. I've heard a few dirty stories from Chanel and Rhaea, but they weren't supposed to disclose much.

I slowly opened the door and led him into the room. "Would you like to --"

He quickly shut the door and walked towards me with an intense glare that made me a bit unsteady. "Why would you do that?"

I slowly walked back, not trying to be too close in range since he had made me uncomfortable. My back hit the wall and I let a little squeal out. "Do what?"

"Why would you dance on my friend?"

I looked at him confused and narrowed my eyes. "Its my job. I'm a dancer," I said as I pointed at my outfit.

He never took his dark blue eyes from my light brown eyes. "Are you old enough to dance?"

I crossed my arms. "I just turned 18," I said matter of factly.

"Just turned, as in today?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

"No..." I whispered, my face turning red from the mistake I committed. Why did I say that? I could get myself and Ronny in trouble.

"I dont believe you."

I awkwardly rubbed my arm and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed me by my waist and made me face him. "I dont believe you," he repeated, this time lower and slower.

"Look, you're making me uncomfortable. I'm going now," I said with a shaky voice and trying to get out of his grip.

He pulled out his wallet and handed me five one hundred dollar bills. "I'd prefer it if you didnt dance on my friend." He walked out the door without looking back.

I tried following behind him but with the combination of a shaken up body and tall heels, I couldn't catch up to him. He and his friend were gone by the time I got to the public space of the lounge.

"What the hell just happened?" I whispered as I held onto the bills and looking out onto the empty table.