Sinfully Yours

In her last semester before graduating college, Adrianna was getting ready for an internship at Sinmedia. It was her first and she was particularly thrilled about this position since it was very competitive. Out of thirty applicants, only three were selected, and she was lucky to be one of them. She was determined to outshine considering this could lead her to a full-time position. Adrianna was aware of many things like her peers were fierce competitors but what she didn't sense was in the coming weeks' someone would be spying on her. Three days ago before she began her internship, it was her birthday and her good friend and roommate Beth suggested a night out in the club. She was finally legal and able to drink but she turned it down, since that fateful night, she'd sworn to never taste alcohol ever again. No one knew exactly what happened that night and she rejected the idea to discuss it with anyone. She will talk about anything except for that night, it was the end of discussion. But Beth was her friend and after all this year, she had learned self-control, she could use a night of dancing, even without alcohol, it could still be fun. "Alright, we can go." "Yeah, it's going to be so much fun, we are going to put on our sexy dress and stripper heels." "Hold on, what stripper heels?!" She was starting to regret saying yes, but too late she can't back out now, she already agreed and her promise is final. Later that night she found herself in the back of an uber with her friend. She didn't know where she was taking her but she absorbed the scenery night, people who were in and about, getting places. And Beth was true to her word and very cunning too, she knew her dress size and went ahead and bought her something but she couldn't comprehend how she knew she was going to say yes. She wanted to protest but decided on it and here she was, wearing something or...half of something. It was a thin dark fabric that exposed her back, accessories with a choker and she was wearing thigh-high heels boots that made her legs appear longer. But it was her makeup that made her look like a sexy evil mistress with black smokey eye shadow followed with a subdued red lip gloss. And her hair styled in a wet wavy look. After about a half an hour driving, they had finally reached their destination. She stepped out of the car but what she saw confused her. Adrianna couldn't understand why her friend picked this place then again she could never interpret why her friend did what she did. "An underground s*x club!?" "No, silly, it's a strip club," she said with a sly smirk. "Same thing." "No!" She shook her head in utter disbelief, "I ought to give you a lesson but not right now...so innocent." I am not that innocent, she thought, It wasn't like she was a good Christian girl but she had limits and she wasn't a prude but she avoided things like that to guide a righteous path or hope for good karma. Adrianna volunteer, help out whenever she can. According to Beth, the penthouse is an exclusive club for elite and celebrities and they were neither, so how the hell would they get in. Adrianna was getting very nervous, the bouncer looked like the right man for the job, tough, muscular and tall. No one would dare to try something. "Beth, how are we supposed to get in?" she whispered. "Watch and watch, plus we are girls, dressed like that, we could get away with anything," said Beth, who was wearing a less stripper outfit. Unbelievable, but she should be used to it by now and yet she managed to surprise her a bit, Adrianna supposed she already had a plan but she didn't know what the plan was. It was a matter of seconds when they stopped in front of the intimidating bouncer. Now what. "Name!" said the bouncer in a serious tone. "This is cherry, the new dancer," she responded with an earnest sound. For a second the bouncer looked suspicious at the two, then his eyes trail over Adrianna's clothes and he gave a slight nod. From the outside it looks glamorous, they step inside and yes it was definitely exotic, everything looks to be expensive, even the exotic dancer, as it seems the proper euphemism for them; They probably make more money than her future career. The stage was tenanted with different girls for different tastes, each had their own pole, each had their own rhythm. Even the bar stool was occupied, still didn't stop Beth from getting a drink and not a second went by and she was offered drinks by many men. "Who's your pretty friend?" The executive looking man asked. "This is cherry, one of the dancers," she said. "Mmm, are you up next?" he eyed her hungrily. Adrianna felt uncomfortable with the way he looked at her like she was a piece of meat. "Er, she is from the VIP section," she quickly interrupted. "Then, what are you doing down—?" " My friend and I are going to go dance now, bye-bye," And they left before he could press any further. Beth practically dragged her to the dance floor, it wasn't until Adrianna started swaying her hip, did she notice something. There was a staircase leading to a second story, this place apparently had two floors, that must be where the VIP section is. The place where dubious politicians and celebrities may be lurking. The windows were tinted, which means they could be observing you, while you have no idea. And the things she was dreading, she could feel...she is being watched. At exactly ten minutes ago, Alexander sin appeared at his own club through the backdoor which leads to the second floor. He first stopped at the office which is also located on the second floor, to discuss something with the manager, then he made his way to his reserved spot, his favorite bottles of drink were already laid out, followed by a bucket of ice, just because sometimes he preferred it cold, sometimes warm, the drinks of course. He marched down the main hall from the office, like a man on a mission. His bodyguard, Jack, walking cautiously behind him. He hasn't been in the club for a week now, not because he didn't want to, but he couldn't as there was so much work to be done; And yet his instinct was telling him...no, a force drew him here. This is where he needed to be. He arrived at his exclusive booth, poured himself a drink and turned on his heel facing the window, glass mid-air and he stopped, his lip slightly parted; there two girls were dancing but one, in particular, struck his fancy. The way she's rocking her hip...is hypnotizing. "Jack!" He called. Jack was standing outside the booth guarding and his duty was to make sure no one who's not allowed in or outside of it, went in or outside of it. He entered. "Yes, boss." "I need you to bring this girl to me," he points to the brunette. Nothing more was needed to say, no explanation. Bodyguard Jack marched downstairs, he knew what he had to do, he'd done it before. If the boss wants a girl delivered to him, he will get the girl without mentioning who his boss is. Alexander sin had a regular but once or twice, he would request a different girl, it's been a while, after all, he is content with what he has. She dances well. He was watching the whole interaction, it looks like a tough case, it never takes him that long to bring a girl up. Down on the ground floor, Adrianna looks concerned, here's this guy, well dressed, not bad looking, asking them...well, her, in particular, to go up the VIP. He wouldn't say who, to respect their privacy, but this wasn't the only reason she worried; what if someone figured out they snuck in uninvited and they were in trouble. No, that can't be it, why are they only asking for her? She could see Beth's face, she was wondering the same thing. "I'm sorry but I don't trust you like that, if I'm going with you, my friend has to come too," she said with a stern look. The bodyguard left. When he was far within earshot, they began conversing, they looked to have made a decision to leave. A while ago, in the booth when it deems Jack wasn't making any progress, he had decided to call the manager to him. It didn't take long for the manager to reach him, he walked into the booth with a puzzled look on his face. "Lana should have been here, I call her that you were coming in," he avoided his eyes, the man had sounded upset. "Forget about Lana," he paused, "why is one of my employees won't come when requested?" "I-Who." "There," he points to the trio on the ground floor. The manager examined carefully before he said he didn't recognize them as an employee. "Someone is getting fired," he frowned, "bring her and only her to me." The man must have sent another pet, for just as they were about to exit, they heard a yell from someone behind them. "Excuse me, ladies, I'm the manager of this club, my boss would like to see you," He inclined toward Adrianna. "Why?" Beth questioned. "Seeing as you girls snuck in here, uninvited, my boss would like to talk to you, just talking," he added, "This is trespassing and maybe if you talk to him, he won't have to bring this matter to the police, you know...to avoid troubles." The two girls considered and Adrianna nodded to Beth that it was okay and she left with the manager but not before, Beth whispered in her ear ("If there is any trouble just speed dial me and then 911.") The manager led the way, with Adrianna heels clicking after him, upstairs. They passed many booths leading to one that seemed to be the biggest one and Adrianna instantly recognized the guy who was trying to get her to come up standing on guard outside of it. The manager stops in front of him, they both nodded to each other and he left and the bodyguard guided her inside. She stepped in. Adrianna took in the surroundings, his booth was definitely grand, it had a mini bar that is fully stocked despite having drinks laid out on his table, a medium-size tv with the logo 'The penthouse' and a sofa to seat five others but he was the only one there. "So, what's your name," she didn't respond, "you and your friend decided to trespass on my property," His tone was calm, still, devious. "I can see you not going to call the police or would have already, what do you want?" She replied in a firm yet respectful manner. "I saw you..." he scanned her up and down. This time Adrianna wasn't repulsed, maybe because he eyed her in a more admiring way than the executive man, who inspected her ravenously. "And I'd mistaken you for one of the girls who worked here until my manager confirmed otherwise." He observes her closely. It seems to have been mistaken identity, that explains it. He proceeds with his earlier plan. "I like the way you dance," he said. Her instinct was right, she was watched. Adrianna wasn't entirely sure where he was going with this, certainly, he doesn't expect her to dance for him, Does he? "I would like for you to dance for me," almost like he wanted to blurt it out. "Excuse me!" "I want a private dance from you, I'm willing to overlook that misunderstanding and plus I will compensate you for ten thousand," he explained. He was wearing a handsome suit that fitted him well, you can tell he is toned. She was outraged, "Do I look that cheap to you?" "No, but I don't think you have ever made that much in one hour," he took a sip of his drink, "most of these girls only make that much with added service." The suit looks expensive and custom made just for him, but did he think wearing a suit would make him look less like a sicko. She was definitely going to lose it and do something that might stir up more trouble for her and Beth. Adrianna was beginning to see this man as an egotistical arrogant bastard. And just when she was about to open her mouth and put him in his place, a lady entered. A pretty blonde with long classic pin curl wave, doll up with bold red lipstick, wearing a long trench coat. "Oh...you couldn't wait for me, it takes time to look this good, you know," the pretty lady said. He didn't respond, he was focused on Adrianna as if he blinked, he might have missed her. The pretty blonde surveyed Adrianna as though she'd finally notice her and said more to Adrianna then the man, "You can't have replaced me already, I'm your person." Adrianna broke away from his stare just in time to catch a glimpse of contempt that went away as fast as it came. Whether it was out of jealousy or a sense of certainty that she was no competition, she couldn't tell. She dropped her trench coat to reveal a lingerie set of a red bra and garter mini skirt with a v-string underneath that left nothing to the imagination, sensually and casually walk toward him and straddle his lap. The blonde seductress, slightly turned and utter with a subtle smirk, "are you going to watch?" Adrianna then excuses herself coldly and left, taking longer strides just in case he sent someone after her. She didn't care as long as she got away, he didn't know her name, she would be safe. The young lady grabbed her friend, burst out the door and only stopped when they were far out of the club reach, like two criminals making a getaway. After a while walking, when they're sure no one would catch up to them, the girls made a stop at a cafe. Then, over a cup of Americano, Adrianna retells the story to her friend, who was listening closely to avoid being heard. Afterward, to which she responded with disgust ( "what a creep") with Adrianna nodding in affirmative when they both had finished their drinks, they made their way to the street and hailed a cab to take them back to campus. Once both ladies made their way into the taxi, giving the driver the direction to their apartment, not soon after, Adrianna fell asleep in Beth's shoulder. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. The driver dropped them at their destination and they made it inside, safe and sound.