Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Chapter 28

TANYA

I decide to take an Uber and get to Katva at seven instead of eight in the morning, as requested by Oscar.

Katva is enormous.

Elation soars through me as I take in the skyscraper buildings and sprawling grounds.

I had done my homework on this place. I know it's owned by four brothers and one is evenly distributed amongst them, each manning a particular section. The oldest brother man's the resorts and hotels while the other three man the shopping malls, strip clubs and nightclubs.

On a hunch, I tell the driver to drop me off directly in front of the night club. As I come down, three girls file out though the door wearing skimpy clothes and full faces of makeup. I don't need a crystal ball to know they just finished their night shift. There's a reason Oscar told me to meet him here, neither am I naive to know I would be taken for one of those same jobs these girls just got off.

Even though I'm not a nudist, I wouldn't mind shaking my almost non-existent bum for lecherous men to obtain money. On second thoughts, I probably won't be picked for that particular role. Females with bigger butts and boobs are more preferable.

I decide to stroll around a bit and kill off time while waiting for 8am to roll by. By the time I walk a few paces, I realize I can't do it because of the heels I've got on. I look down at my clothes and grimace. I honestly didn't know what to wear so I chose something in-between casual and formal. I really didn't know if I was going to be interviewed for a role today, that was why I wore heels. It always makes every casual clothing pop.

I'm still wondering if I'm looking presentable when someone crosses my peripheral vision.

Oscar.

I watch as he strides towards the night club entrance and I can't help myself. I call his name loudly and he turns to me making me fast walk toward him, but not too fast so I don't look eager. "Hey, Oscar. . . hi!"

He looks like he just rolled out of bed and he's pissed about it.

"Tanya." He replies drily but doesn't look at my face. He eyes scan the terrain before he glances at his wristwatch. "So. . . what's up?"

I shrug, expecting him to immediately tell me what he's got for me, but all he does is ignore me and keep scanning the area like he's expecting someone.

It's irritating as hell, but this is Oscar we're talking about, plus he called me here for something. I just need to be patient. I stamp down my irritation and say nothing, I just have to ride out whatever it is he's up to. So I watch as he impatiently checks his wristwatch and keeps scanning the area. I bring my phone out to keep myself busy and continue where I stopped with angry birds.

"You're early!" My hand freezes as I look up to see Oscar watching me wonderingly. "I know I messed up your life once, but what have you gotten yourself into this time?" He chuckles and shakes his head as he goes right back to scanning the area.

Anger spears through me, hot and fast. How dare he insinuate I've gotten myself into something messy? He's a fucking fine one to talk after practically ruining my life. I'm about to open my mouth and belt out my anger when his eyes light up. I turn to see what he's looking at and I'm shocked to see three girls dressed to the hilt, walking towards us.

Oscar smiles as they get close and even gives them hugs. He amps up the charm as he touches the hair of one and puts an arm on another one, then pecks the cheek of the last one. Resentment towards him wells up inside of me. I can't help it. He thinks he's doing me a favour by inviting me here and his attitude fucking sucks. While he's still chatting with them, more girls show up, and then more, until they're about thirty.

That's when it dawns on me.

He's not doing me a favour. I'm not special. He just added me at the last minute.

I honestly don't know how to feel about it. I try to catch his eyes but he's either avoiding me or stumped by the thirty females trying to catch his attention at the same time. I'm practically pushed to the back, but then the door to the nightclub opens and a man dressed in a black suit appears.

Oscar breaks away from the flurry of females and jogs to meet him. They exchange a few words and Oscar nods, then turns to us. "Come on, girls, it's time."

They all scurry towards him while I watch with raised brows. They stand in two rows in front of the door while the man checks off something on a sheet of paper he's holding. He begins calling out their names, and one by one, the girls disappear inside until no one is left. Something propels me forward until I'm standing beside Oscar. That's when he realizes I'm beside him and turns to the man who's about to go back inside.

"Er. . . Carlos, a word."

The man pauses and turns around. He whispers something into his ear and the man turns fully to look at me. He does a full sweep of me with his eyes, stopping to look at my boobs the most. His look isn't sexual, it's more like an inspection. I know I've passed the test when he nods and waves me in.

I turn around to look at Oscar and a smirk appears on his face. "Well, you wanted in, so. . . in you go."

And he begins to walk off.

"What the hell, Oscar, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?" I'm fucking angry at this point but can't do much. He holds all the aces and he knows it.

Even with his back turned to me, I can still see his eye roll, and then he turns fully towards me and walks closer, putting his face close to mine. "Your name isn't on the list, cupcake, so you're practically at his mercy." He shrugs. "Whatever he tells you to do, even if he tells you to fuck him, you do it."

If I could hit him right now and rearrange a few of his teeth, I'd do so in a heartbeat. That's how much hate I have for him at this moment. Sadly, I can't, because I need in on Katva, plus the man is still at the door watching me, and he probably heard everything Oscar said.

The smirk is back on Oscar's face as he walks off, indeed, leaving me at the mercy of the man.

I sigh and turn to look at him with a tentative smile.

He cocks a brow and taps the watch on his wrist. "Well. . . don't just stand there, time is money."

I nod and he seems satisfied and walks inside, with me fast on his heels. Stepping into the club is like stepping into another world. Every surface of where the walls should have been is turned into a mirror-like screen with videos playing images of swirling shapes, scenery, and dancing bodies who all seem to move to the beat of the EDM music blaring through the air.

A DJ is spinning music on a raised platform with laser lights shooting out from every angle. Large drums are on the sides of the room with bright neon shattering everywhere with every pound of the mallet. Instead of following the man, I stand and stare at the people writhing in different states of dance.

Why is the nightclub running during the day?

From the corner of my eyes, I see the man furiously beckoning to me and I snap out of my daze and continue walking towards him. He steps through a door and into another section of the club and I follow. The walls here must be padded because I can't hear a squeak of the music from the main club. All the girls that went in are here, but something seems to be wrong.

Why are they stripping?

As each piece of clothing is removed, I shift nervously on my feet because they all have great bodies. I look down at myself and I'm suddenly nervous. My heart is beating hard against my rib cage. I've always been self-conscious about my small boobs and ass. I also know with the weight the other girls have on specific parts of their bodies, I wouldn't stand a chance beside them.

That's when I see the silver poles jutting out from the floor all the way to the top.

I stagger back a bit as realization dawns on me. . .

Fucking Oscar put me up as a stripper.