Chapter 55

AMARA'S POV

I never thought I would get used to the Black Room. It could easily pass as my worst nightmare. The dimly lit room, was almost as good as being in darkness, which freaked me out. Maybe it was the awareness that I was with someone that made it easier for me, I really couldn't tell.

The room had just two furnitures. A small couch where the client could sit while watching me strip on the pole at the corner and a bed to perform his, or perhaps her misdeeds. The dim light was barely enough to see oneself talk more of the client.

This was my second shift today and I was starting to love the fact that I couldn't see my client's faces. Most would probably be old men looking for young girls and I could bet my left pinky they would be repulsive as hell. Nobody would be motivated to dance if they had to see such faces everyday before their performances.

Unlike my last creep customer, he seem different and I hope I don't see him again.

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