Chapter 3: New Job
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Carolina's POV
When I arrived at the Blues Club, I tensed and made my way through the magnificent gate. Some passersby peered at me like I had missed my way. As I approached the front entrance, a tough-looking security man stopped me.
"Hey! Where are you going to?" he asked.
"I am here to see a friend of mine. Lucy Campbell," I replied nervously as well-dressed men and women made their entry.
The security man's eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.
"There's no one with that name here. Call her on the phone or wait outside until you see her!" he yelled, making me jump back in fright.
However, I collided with someone behind me, and a deep voice gasped, "Easy, miss! Watch your step!"
I stilled as a pair of firm arms caught my waist, and a masculine fragrance of coffee invaded my nostrils. The man had caught me after I lost my balance and stepped on his feet. Time stopped as we gazed into each other's eyes. His enchanting brown eyes locked with my piercing blue ones.
"Are you alright, miss?" the handsome man asked, steadying me back on my feet.
I was lost for breath for a moment. I had never seen a man as handsome as him before. He appeared like a billionaire printed on a magazine cover.
"Yeah… I'm… fine," I stammered, my heart throbbing faster, my cheeks flushed as I met his sharp gaze.
He towered above me, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. I wasn't expecting a man like him to catch me, especially after the security man had given me a scare.
"That's fine," he replied with a friendly smile, before taking in my features. His brows furrowed as his eyes trailed down my body and back up to my face. A look of disappointment marred his features when he saw my faded clothes. It felt like the ground should open up and hide me.
When our gazes met, his brows furrowed again before he said, "Come with me."
"Me?" I asked in surprise, thinking he was disappointed.
"Yes, you. I just want to have a short conversation. What did you come here to do? You seem out of place," he pointed out, comparing my poor clothing to the elegantly dressed patrons frequenting the luxury club.
I lowered my head in shame, knowing the man was only asking out of concern. Before I could open my mouth to explain, my phone rang aloud, breaking the awkwardness between us.
"Excuse me, sir. My friend is calling me," I said, not having a chance to explain. I swiftly moved away to answer the call. "Hello, Lucy," I said before looking back.
The man was gone. I hadn't gotten the chance to speak with him. My heart ached painfully, but I bit my lower lip and focused on my call.
Maybe he has seen who he came here to spend time with, I thought.
"Hey, Carolina. Where are you? I just came out and cannot seem to find you anywhere. Do you know what time it is?" Lucy shouted, her loud voice booming over the call.
"Yeah, I know," I laughed sadly, trying to ease my broken heart.
"It's 8:30 pm. I am outside the Blues Club, and the security men refuse to let me in," I said.
"Come over now. My boss is waiting to see you," Lucy said.
"Alright," I replied, ended the call, and moved to the front of the club.
Lucy stood there elegantly like a queen, dressed in a short red dress and black shoes. She was my age, her thighs and cleavage exposed, her foot tapping on the ground as she watched me hurry over.
"Where did you go? I almost thought you weren't coming," Lucy voiced her complaint, her face frowning.
"I'm sorry, Lucy. The security man refused to let me in and said no one named Lucy works here," I explained.
Lucy laughed and replied, "Yeah. You do not expect me to use my real identity in this club. We use fake names, and that's what you are going to do. From now onward, your new name is Joy."
She dragged me into the club, and I wasn't stopped by the tough-looking security man. His eyes narrowed at me, but his lips remained shut.
Sighing, I looked around as I followed Lucy. The soft music filled the air and soothed my troubled heart. There were several patrons, VIP tables, and pretty ladies dancing around the pole to entertain the men.
The club was lively as night fell, and dimly lit lights shone around us. It was my first time entering a five-star club, and my legs quivered as I felt the richness of those present.
"Walk fast, Joy," Lucy called my new name, and I stilled.
She swiftly led me to the VIP section on the first floor. A man stood there dressed in black and exuding an air of authority.
Seated beside him was a man in a black suit and a beautiful blonde lady in a revealing dress. She wore a stunning green dress and black stilettos, her big large bust threatening to pop out as it barely covered her top.
Taking a deep breath as their gazes landed on me, they scowled while Lucy spoke up.
"Excuse me, Mr. Karen."
The manager looked from me to Lucy before stepping forward.
"Yeah. Agnes, how can I help you?" he asked, his voice barely containing his anger.
Lucy cleared her throat and said, "Sir, this is my best friend that I spoke to you about. Her name is Joy, and she is in need of a job as a server."
The man peered at me from head to toe.
"Have you worked in a club before?" he asked coldly.
"No, sir," I replied nervously.
"Well, do you know what your job entails? You will have to entertain my clients and not just serve them drinks. If you like, you can sleep with them, but remember to use protection," he said, his voice firm, and my cheeks flushed.
"Um, sir, I can interact with the clients, but I cannot sleep with anyone," I replied nervously, and he scowled.
Lucy quickly nudged my arm and chimed in. "Mr. Karen, you do not have to worry. I will lecture Joy well, and she will do just fine."
"Mm…" Mr. Karen peered at my face and said, "It's fine. I am counting on you, Agnes. Take your friend to change out of these rags before she puts off our prestigious patrons."
"Okay, sir," Lucy breathed out with relief before dragging me along to the elevator.
"Where are you taking me to?" I asked her, not happy about the job.
"To the boutique on the second floor. Don't you know that the Blues Club has a private boutique for clients to change into clothes in case anyone gets their old clothes torn or dirty, or if you spend a night here in the club's hotel and need a change of clothes?" she explained as we stepped into the elevator with a few others.
"Seriously?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah," she replied.
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