Siya's pov
When I was a little girl I had a dream to become a writer. To write something about the world, to inspire people. My father once told me words never vanish, people remember things that made them feel alive and a writer's pen is like a magic wand that holds the power to do that.
But little did I know that I would end up here in Mumbai's high-end strip club extremely posh heaven exclusively for millionaires and billionaires.
It's not like I hate my job or something, this is my only source of survival, the tips I get are good and they pay me a lot more than a simple nine to five job.
"Siya.......hey what happened?" Minal's voice startles me a little.
"You look tense, are you okay," she asks while keenly looking at me.
"Oh no, I was just zoning out. you know my habits. You want something" I ask her. Minal is my very good friend. I met her 4 years ago when I started working here. She was also new like me at that time.
"yeah... Mark wants to talk to you about something very important"
"very important?......... Okay," I don't know what to say so I walked towards Mark's office. He is the manager here and our boss.
Before knocking on the door I straighten my dress with my hand and practice smiling perfectly. Mark is a person who wants everything perfect' even though we are friends but still inside the club he changes his jolly friendly behaviour to a bossy-friendly kind of behaviour, so from our dress to looks to postures and even our smile he wants everything perfect, especially from me and Minal as we are close to him and he doesn't want to scold us.
I knock on the door and the tired voice answers me to come in. I walk inside to a man in his early 30s sitting behind the table looking exhausted and a little freaked out which is very rare for Mark.
Ahem ahem, I clear my throats to remind him that I'm here as per his order.
"Siya..... Hey" he looks at me and then signalled me to sit down on the chair in front of his table leaving me confused cause as far as I know him, he never asks employees which includes his friends too to sit unless he is going to give them some important job or fire them.
And there is no important or serious work in the club as far as I know. But also I don't make any mistakes.
"did I do something wrong? Are you going to fire me?" I bombard him with questions as soon as I sit down.
"No girl relax I'm not going to fire you, you're one of the best ...... In fact, I have a very special job for you. Tonight the owner of this club, Mr Mehrotra is having a meeting with some very important people in our exclusive VIP section......" with a small smile of relief listen to him carefully.
" and he wants only one waitress to serve him and his guests tonight. So I want you to serve them "he finished leaving me confused because Mr Mehrotra never asks any waitress to serve him whenever he visits the club he prefers stripper for all services, maybe his guest is indeed really important.
"Thank you, Mark, for giving me this opportunity but can I ask you one question please" he nodded his head and gestured for me to continue.
"Why do you want me to serve them? I mean there is a waitress who is prettier and graceful than me," I ask with a little hesitation, although Mark is my friend. But still what if he thought I'm not interested in this opportunity so I use my words carefully.
"because I know about your weak financial condition and you'll get extra money for this job and I just don't want to be beautiful and graceful. I want someone who can represent our club and the girls you talk about half of them will try to seduce them because they are fucking rich and half don't know how to handle important people. You are perfect, you know how to handle an intimidating, important guest. You have done it before and I trust you. " he voice makes me feel happy and a wide smile spreads on my lips automatically.
" thank you so much, buddy. I won't let you down promise "I said as I stood up, he winked at me and muttered,'' I trust you.
" Wait, " his voice stopped me. I turned around to see him holding a bag, he signalled me to take it.
" what it is, " I ask.
" A dress, you have to wear it tonight. It's Mr Mehrotra's order" he said with a sympathetic tone. I know if it's his order then definitely the dress is going to be short, revealing and seductive.
I took the bag from his hand and leave his office.
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I place a glass of whisky and move towards an old, fat balding man who has expressions like he is in heaven, well for some men this place is indeed a paradise that is why just after 20 minutes of opening there are so many people.
Mark told me that our boss and his guest will be here at 10 o'clock so decided to change from my normal waitress dress to the one Mark gave me.
I walk towards the area where we usually change our clothes. It's a big room with lockers and vanity tables. It's only for the waitress, strippers have their own.
I got the dress out of the bag and it left me speechless, not in a good way. This black dress is too short and definitely going to be too revealing.
I try to figure out a way not to wear this dress......... But nothing happened and in the end I found myself standing in front of the mirror in a little slutty black dress.
Its V neck is very deep, my half breasts are on display. I sometimes feel uneasy wearing a waitress uniform because our uniform is also quite short but it's not revealing that much but this dress leaves nothing for imagination.
I put on red lipstick and tie my hair in a high ponytail as I feel uncomfortable working in loose hair.
I slipped into my usual working black pumps and made my way back into the club.
As I stepped into the corridor I saw Minal coming towards me hastily.
"thank goodness bae you're ready otherwise Mark was going to kill you," she said in relief but her expression changes as soon as her eyes saw the whole appearance.
"It's Mr Mehrotra's order, he wants me to serve them while wearing this dress" I explained to her.
"I know that bastard thinks that every girl working here is whore . That's why he sends dresses like this to waitresses whenever his important guest visits the club," she said bitterly, almost every waitress who works here hates Mehrotra.
I give her a sad smile because we're his employees. If we speak against him he'll fire us and losing a job is a luxury we can't afford right now.
"and by the way you're looking damn hot babe," she tries to build up some confidence in me, trying to make me a little comfortable in this dress which kinda worked.
When I reached there I took a deep breath, straightened my dress and knocked on the door.
A male voice ordered me to come in, which I recognize as Mr Mehrotra's.
I twist the knob, open the door and walk inside............
