Chapter 2 My story part two

We left the building headed to the bar. We had to take several buses and walk a few blocks. Everyone greeted Tiffany, different men with different vices. She greeted them all in the same way, so I didn't worry about asking; it wasn't my business.

We walked through a beautiful hallway, arriving at the office of who I assume is the boss or person in charge of the place.

"Hello boss, I bring you the girl. I talked to you about her the other night," Tiffany comments, so I turn to look at her. So they are talking about me!

Did she have all this planned?

"Perfect, come in, darling. We don't bite. Tell me, what is your name?"

"Vanesa, sir."

"Nice to meet you. Take a seat."

I do what the man says while he rummages through some papers on his desk. I watch him closely. He is not an old man; on the contrary, quite young to be managing this place. He had green eyes and his skin was a pretty cinnamon color. He was wearing a cap with the name of the city.

"Look, Vanesa, this is a form and a contract. You can read it. At this moment, we are looking for a dancer. If you accept the job, notice that one of the clauses specifies that you must dance in decorated underwear. We will train you and pay you a base salary. If the men tip you, it will be yours. The establishment does not ask for any percentage. If you want to have relations with any client, you will need to rent one of the rooms. You will also sign a confidentiality agreement. All the men who visit us are rich and powerful. They have a reputation to maintain, so a closed mouth catches no flies, darling. Here's a pen. Take your time to read. You can start tonight."

I read the contract carefully. Too many words, too many legal things. I'm not ignorant. I graduated as an accountant from a good university, but I wouldn't say that, at least not at this moment.

"I accept."

I sign that document. I feel like I'm making a pact with the devil.

"Then, welcome to Hell, darling."

After doing the paperwork, I check the amount of my pay. It's not little, but it's not much either. So that's fine. Later I would look for something better. I need to get out of the mess I'm in.

We walk through the place, where I am introduced to the other girls. One is named Oreana, the other Estefanía, and Rebecca. These three are dancers, and my choreography is another thing. The woman looks at me very badly, but her name is Rita or something like that, I've been told. Because the rude one didn't introduce herself. Anyway, I don't really care much. I'm determined to learn, so Tiffany lends me a sports uniform to practice.

I start tonight, so I dive into training. When eight o'clock rolls around, all the girls are doing their makeup, and I'm just looking at the mirror. I don't know how to use any of those brushes.

"Darling, what's happening?" Rebecca asks. In the hours we've spent together, I really like her way of being. "I don't know how to use this. I've never worn makeup before."

Embarrassment stains my cheeks.

"Don't worry, girls, help. We have a virgin in the group." Hearing her say that makes me laugh, so I nod. They all come to my rescue. Each one takes care of something different. They change the way I look, from my hair to my feet. When I look at my reflection in the mirror, I almost die. I am not me; I am another truly beautiful woman.

"Oh my God! You are gorgeous. Everyone will kill for you," Rebecca says, while Estefanía nods her head. Hours pass, and the place is full of well-dressed men of different ages. I'm really nervous.

"Don't be afraid. You'll get used to it. When you think you can't do it, just concentrate and close your eyes. Imagine you are in the sea and that no one is watching you. You will move to the rhythm of the waves, let yourself be carried away by the music, nothing more."

Hearing Tiffany's advice relaxes me a bit. She hands me the outfit, consisting of red lace underwear, decorated with red sequins, and a beautiful mask made of feathers in the same color.

"Thank you."

I quickly change clothes. When it comes time to go out, I hear a man with a white decorated mask nickname me "the Iron Lady." I step out fearfully. My legs feel like jelly, my body is cold. In the middle of the stage, there is a long pole where I have to start dancing. The men are looking at me, no one says anything. There isn't even noise in the place. The melody fills my ears, and I close my eyes, following Tiffany's advice. I start to dance sensually, as if my body becomes the air.

I climb the pole and make it my own, giving myself completely to the song. When the melody ends, I open my eyes and see the men enchanted and going crazy for my dance. So I ask for another song, and I dare to approach them. Only one tries to touch me, and I give him a slap. At every table I pass, I leave a sensual dance, earning many tips, which I place in my underwear. I have nowhere else to keep them. When I finish my performance, everyone is shouting for me. From that night on, my life changed. I became the best in the place. Every day many more men from all over come to meet the Iron Lady. They ask to sleep with me, offering me high amounts, but I haven't come for that. I want something better. I can never forget what my purpose is, so I remind myself every morning.