When you get to know that a person is working in a strip club, you must be thinking why do people join the strip club only, why not any other job, Right? That's Because people don't accept others without a proper educational degree. Poor people, try hard in their life to earn money with respect and dignity, but at a point in life, you have to sacrifice many things to earn money.

And sometimes one of the things is your Dignity.

Dignity: the state or quality of being worthy of honour or respect.

But here you sell your dignity.

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"Hazel!!"

"Hazel!!"

A man in his late forties was shouting and searching for a young girl in a luxuriant lodge. He ran his hand in his brown yet silver hairs. He sighed and started to walk towards the changing room. He halted as he reached The black shiny door. He knocks on the door, and later a few voices of girls come from inside, making the man walk into the room.

Inside the Black Door, there were a few girls in revealing clothes/costumes, showing their skin. It was the makeup room.

"Is hazel here?" He inquired in a rush.

All the heads turned towards a particular direction, where a girl was sitting in front of the mirror, doing her makeup. Her brown hairs were looking smooth and shiny under the light, and her milky white skin was as fluffy as a newborn's skin. Her oceanic blue shade eyes were as deep as an ocean, which possessed the power to make any man her under her feet.

The ladies turn around to find the heads turn towards her, her gaze falls on the door where the man was standing there holding the knob of the door.

"Hazel dear please get ready and meet me outside of the VIP Room. Room 10." Saying that the man walks out of the room. Letting the girls get ready for tonight.

Hazel turned towards the mirror to get ready and started to paint her face with makeup. She never liked to wear any makeup but she has to, it is a rule. Here. A strip club.

"Wear makeup but don't wear clothes."

She sighs.

She felt many heated gazes on her but she chose to ignore them. Whenever Vincent came to call her to the VIP room the gossip spread like fire. Other girls think that She slept with the man.

Vincent was the Manager of the Club 'The Ice' it was a legal strip club in the Town. It is famous for the girls serves, and the powerful people who come in it regularly.

As it was a famous and luxurious place its salaries for the staff were good. Most of them join the club for the pay only. Some were strippers who danced on a pole, but naked. Some were there to seduce the men and to hook up with them, and last were waitresses who served the wine in a very revealing dress.

Lightly shaking her head, Hazel started to move out of the room. She walks to walks VIP room no. 10.
She saw Vincent outside the room. He smiles at her.

"You know you don't have to give me special treatment, uncle right?

Vincent smiled at her.

"Dear, you know when I was nothing your father was there for me even though he doesn't have anything. He gave me money when he didn't have food to buy. Now, until your father is well like before, you are my priority. If not him I will be nothing at all." Vincent said emotionally, after all, Hazel's father was Jacob and was a great support to him, maybe they were not blood-related but still, he helped him a lot. Even his own family didn't help when he needed them the most.

He sighs.

Looked at Hazel who has very similar features just like her father. Just sweet and beautiful as him. He smiles at her and then puts his large hand on the head. He smiles. He gives her a rich client, who comes to the club to drink so that she can get a nice tip. He just can't let her be all alone or let her be a stripper here, he thinks of her as his daughter.

"I know, but uncle people think that we - "

"I know dear let them think whatever they want but the truth will not change, right?"

She nods while smiling.

He smiled back and gave her a tray a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses.

"Go they are rich businessmen, and you know what to do when they try to do something."

She gulps down and nods.

She got hold of the tray and champagne and walked inside the VIP room.

There were three men in the room and Four girls. The men were wearing classic and elegant clothes, while the girls were wearing very short yet revealing clothes. A man had two girls beside him on both the left and right sides. While other men were satisfied with one woman each.

She quickly strolls toward the table and puts the tray in glasses. She poured the champagne into it and started to serve. She served them quickly with a fake smile on her face. As she finished serving, she started to move out. But before she walks out of the room one of the men grabs her waist. She twirls around to see the man who has two girls beside him.

'Was he not satisfied with two girls?'

She guessed but she talked to him.

"Yes sir?" She said cranky voice.

"Beautiful pour me another glass"

She saw the glass and saw it was empty. She nodded again and started to pour Champagne into the glass. As she pours, they feel a hand touching her breasts and squeezing them but she ignores it. Suddenly, she was pushed towards the man who was touching her and fell on the man.

"Aah," she shouts as she drops.

"Wow, baby desperate much, huh?" The man asked her in a flirty tone. She tried to push the man but it was no use. He suddenly pins her down to the couch.

"Leave me, you bastard" she shouted as she tried to wiggle.

"Ohh trying to play hard, I see don't worry baby, you don't have to play hard."

"Stop it you fucking jerk"

"Oh no baby the show just started"
Saying that he takes off his upper clothes.

Hazel panics. She doesn't know what to do. It was not new for her in this horrible situation but still, it made her feel like it was the first time. She always felt that her mind went blank for a few seconds and it regained consciousness on its own and told her to do something.

"Hey, a man after you are done we will be playing too, ok?" Another man said who was playing with one of his slut.

"YA sure "

"No"

"Oh shut up bitch and tell me how much you need to put my dick in your mouth and pussy."

She didn't say anything things just struggled to get out of his grip. When he started to take off his pants she pushed him with all her strength grabbed the champagne bottle and hit the man with it on the head. He fell with blood oozing his head.
She ran off the room and went to Vincent who was in his office.

She walks inside the room without knocking. When he glanced at the door he saw Hazel panting hard.

He walks towards her and gives her a glass of water. He pressed his lips before speaking any thinking.

"Did they?"

She nods.

"OK, go home or hospital for today. He might be missing you a lot."

She closed her eyes and sighed.

She was frustrated with this, but she didn't have a choice. She needs money, but she doesn't wanna sell her.

She quickly walked towards the changing room and started to change.
But, she hears a few girls taunting her.

"Why does she always get rich people and then try to kill them?"

"Ohh, don't you know, because she has slept with Vincent to get a rich guy?"

"If she does then why did she create a scene?"

"God knows?"

"Perhaps attention."

"Whatever, like as we care."

She just ignores their comments and walks outside the club. Her boldness even spread like fire.

She clutches her purse tightly. She hates the most when people judge her without knowing her.

She removed her thoughts took a taxi and went to a hospital nearby. She directly started to walk as she was not new there.

She stops outside of the door and before getting inside the room she pats both of her checks and puts a bright smile on her face. Then knock on it. A faint voice came from inside.

"Come in, please"

Stella Styles

For happiness 💕

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