VALERIE

Valerie Young I could hear the moans of the prostitute, their fake praises for their clients whom they are serving and the awful grunts of the rusty aged hags and high gasps trying to catch their breaths reflecting their low stamina. All the sounds were reverberating in the corridors covered in red lights and the smell of inexpensive and expensive cigarette smoke, alcohol and more cheap s*x was all mixed in with humid air and sweaty bodies. I stretched my face muscles by moving my lips in 'o' shape and stretching my tongue against the inside of my cheeks, trying to come up with the sweetest and most professional smile on my face to impress the clients who were waiting inside the VIP lounge, just a wooden door separating me and them. I don't even know why I agreed to help Bella to take over her shift , I should be home under my soft blankets reading romantic books other than serving these fatty drunk clients. But then if I hadn't agreed to help her she could then move around with her saddened face making me feel more guilty about the whole situation. So, here I am in front of the VIP room with a bottle of expensive whiskey in my hands. I opened the door and my nostrils hairs were immediately burnt down with the strong smell of booze, cigarette smell and drugs. Cocaine? Weeds? The room was covered in enough cigarettes smoke and burnt drugs to choke anyone's respiratory tract. I coughed a few times waving my hands in front of my face trying to clear my view. The first thing that came into my view was a teenage girl sprawled on the floor against the glass table. Taking in the drugs through the rolled dollar bill in through her nose. Her blond hair was in a mess, sticking to her skin due to her sweaty body. She wasn't in her right mind, I could see that clearly because of the other men sitting in the room waiting for the opportunity to devour her even though they were intoxicated themselves. I placed the whiskey bottles down on the glass table beside her and she was unaware of the situation she was right in. My subconscious begged me not to leave her alone because if anything happens to this teenager I could be guilty my whole life unable to sleep due to nightmares that I didn't help her when I was perfectly capable of helping her know the situation she was in. I sat beside one of the unconscious fat clients who was clutching on a bottle of rum and mumbling incoherently in his sleep while his white shirt was stained with his saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth and I stopped myself from vomiting out right there. My eyes landed on the farther corner of the room when I felt someone eyes on me. Two men were kissing each other roughly. Both their tongue darts out of each other mouths and go into the individual mouths. The man whose face was towards me seemed like was in control of their heavy make-out session and the most absurd thing was that he was staring right at me while kissing and grabbing his partner. His hands were inked covered in blank black except the small circles around his knuckles left un-inked. I don't know what he was trying to do but something about his staring at me made me shift in my place and my p***y wet. He is gay, for f**k-sakes. Maybe I should check my sexuality. Am I now attracted to gays? Am I a sick pervert who gets horny at two watching gays have s*x? He was eyeing me like a piece of candy, from my lips to my breast to my thin clothing which was barely covering me all while kissing his partner. The more I looked at him, staring at me, the weirder I was starting to feel down to my p***y. The burning eye contact was disturbed by the protesting words from the blond teen. She was trying to push away the old man who was just lying unconscious beside me f*****g minutes ago. He had his hands on her breast squeezing it while trying to kiss her. She was desperately trying to remove his hands from her breast but he was not having any of it. I stood up from my position to throw this dirtbag away from her. I walked towards them and pulled on his arms but to my surprise, he jerked it off with a strong force and I stumbled down twisting my ankles due to the high heels. I hissed with the pain while the other drunk people in the room laughed at me and cheered for the old man to take the teen girl down. " Grab her boobs tightly Mr Cameron, bitches like these have very soft boobs." One said. "Mr Cameron is going to have a very enjoyable p***y for his saggy dick." The others laughed. " Shouldn't we all have some share, weren't we the one who brought her here?" The man suggested while the others agreed and hooted in their subconscious state. This makes me sick to my stomach. Society. "Paris" The blond girl spoke up for the first time calling out a name? "Paris. Help me." She begged at the same man who was staring at me just a few moments ago. He was unfazed by it all and was f*****g his partner raw in this room full of people. His partner was bent on the sofa with his buttcheeks out, aggressively rubbing his d**k, his anal filled with the man's d**k whose name, as the blond girl mentioned as Paris. He had a cigar in his hands. He was puffing out smokes from his mouth while f*****g his partner, who was our club male prostitute, August. What the f- He threw his cigar on the floor and with one last thrust he pulled out his d**k while August plopped down on the red sofa with a thud gasping for air and his d**k twitching while white c*m stained the red sofa. I just saw live porn. And that too two men having s*x right in front of my eyes, which I low key enjoyed seeing it. He pulled up his pants making me feel a little disappointed that I wasn't able to see his d**k which had made August roll his eyes to the back of his head. He walked forward after zipping up his pants and stood right beside me. Looking down at me. Starting right in my eyes. And I could see his face. He grabbed my arm, pulling me up and dragging me out of the room, leaving the teen girl behind. I protested reminding him of the girl but he just tightened his grip around my arms and threw me against the wall on exiting the room. He slipped a bundle of money in-between my boobs and started walking away while a few men in black came running inside. While a few gunshots were heard from the room I was just in and then the blond teen came out with a gun in her hand and blood splattered on her plain white dress along with her face. She handed her gun to one of the men in the blank. She walked towards me and clutched my face in a painfully tight grip. Staring at the money between my boobs she smirked and left my face with a harsh tug. She gave me a sweet smile with the blood on her face. " Mea-Bella. Friends?" She said extending her bloody hands towards me. Uh-un. Confused I looked at her hands and her face. She kept still with the creepy sweet bloody smile on her face. "Valerie." I unconsciously blurted out my name and extended my hands to clasp with her bloody hands which she tightened up sweetly. This does not feel right. I said to myself. ✌︎︎☘︎︎ After all the s**t was silenced without anyone's knowledge and has been told to everyone involved to keep their mouth about this incident. [Damn- can not tell you, I have got million to keep my mouth shut;)] I pulled out the money from in between my boobs and unfolded them while a white paper slipped down and landed on the dressing table of the strip club. I picked it up which had a number and a written on it, which read. "173-xxxx-654" "Call me." ༒