Staring at the white ceiling of the powder room inside of the club's dressing room. I choked with the mouthwash that I had in my mouth as someone starts banging the door.
"Isla, are you in there? You have a vip client waiting for you!" said by the club's manager. I quickly spit out the mouthwash from my lips and stared at the door with my eyebrows almost meeting and is about to form a line in the middle.
I dried my lips with the back of my palm as I walk towards the door. I just left the vip room almost ten minutes ago after I entertained a regular client. I am not expecting another client for at least an hour from now, but oh well. Who am I to reject an opportunity to make more money than usual?
"Did I heard it right? Why is she getting another client? She just had her second vip on
