Great, only one hour and forty-five minutes until ten. Maybe having shorter hair wasn’t such a bad idea. I supposed in hindsight shorter hair made the getting-ready process a lot less painful. I started grew anxious as I thought about the events of the last few days. I couldn’t remember anything, and it was torturing me. I tried recalling any memory, but no such luck. This is just crazy.I put on my green tunic dress. It had a low neckline giving a sneak preview of my breasts. I looked at myself in the mirror, with my new haircut. The tunic hugged my figure. Normally a bit loose, today it felt tight, and my belly was poking out. Must be all those pancakes from earlier! I loved wearing this dress for the short length and the shiny color. I walked to the club, which meant I’d get there on time; I’d be too early if I took the bus. It was the middle of summer, so it was still light out. It’d get dark as soon as I arrived at the club. As I walked the blocks and busy streets, I observed e
In the car, Xavier explained what happened. Basically, Xavier just retold me the same story I’d heard from Nora earlier. Meanwhile, the person I thought was his brother never got introduced. He sat at the back, humming to himself. I nodded to the back, but Xavier ignored my silent question. I was frustrated, because whoever it was back there was getting ignored too. I wanted to know who the pale-looking man was. Could he be my next boss? Patience was a virtue, but still, the whole situation felt surreal. I couldn’t speak—Xavier’s driving skills, or lack thereof, always made me nervous. Previously, I’d asked him if he was trying to kill me, and his response was always the same: ‘If I was, it wouldn’t be with my driving.’ Yep, my man had a very warped sense of humor. His cynical laugh told me it was his version of a joke. He nearly had me wetting myself; it was as if he drove with his eyes closed—stayed too close to the car in front of us, changed lanes without signaling, and even wor
In the car, Xavier explained what happened. Basically, Xavier just retold me the same story I’d heard from Nora earlier. Meanwhile, the person I thought was his brother never got introduced. He sat at the back, humming to himself. I nodded to the back, but Xavier ignored my silent question. I was frustrated, because whoever it was back there was getting ignored too. I wanted to know who the pale-looking man was. Could he be my next boss? Patience was a virtue, but still, the whole situation felt surreal. I couldn’t speak—Xavier’s driving skills, or lack thereof, always made me nervous. Previously, I’d asked him if he was trying to kill me, and his response was always the same: ‘If I was, it wouldn’t be with my driving.’ Yep, my man had a very warped sense of humor. His cynical laugh told me it was his version of a joke. He nearly had me wetting myself; it was as if he drove with his eyes closed—stayed too close to the car in front of us, changed lanes without signaling, and even wor
"Fuck! I'm going to be late again!" I exclaimed, frustration dripping from my words like the sweat trickling down my forehead. My heart pounded like a drum, each pedal stroke a desperate plea to defy time itself. The city streets morphed into a chaotic kaleidoscope of lights and sounds, blurring together in a disorienting frenzy.Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever, and the weight of responsibility bore down on me with an unforgiving force. The club where I toiled tirelessly was undergoing a profound transformation, its ownership changing hands. Robert, the previous owner, had shockingly decided to sell it. The club, once a cherished family heirloom, was being passed on like an abandoned relic.I couldn't help but reminisce about the days when Robert's brother reigned supreme over the club, exuding a passion and dedication that filled the air like a contagious energy. But with his untimely demise, Robert's love for the club seemed to wither away alongside his sibling. A profound
My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as I made my way through the vibrant club,Nocturna. It was an explosion of the senses, a world where music, lights, and energy collided. The dimly lit space was adorned with neon lights that bathed the walls in a kaleidoscope of colors, casting an enchanting glow on the sea of bodies swaying to the pulsating beat. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of perfumes, alcohol, and a hint of sweat—a heady cocktail that added to the allure of the place.As I weaved through the crowd, navigating past groups of friends immersed in laughter and couples lost in their own worlds, the energy of the club surged through me. The anticipation built up within me as I approached the bar, my sanctuary, my stage where I would become the life of the party. The polished counter stretched out before me, gleaming under the glow of the overhead lights. It was where I shone, where I mixed drinks with flair and charm.Tonight, Des, Sebastian, and S
As I stood outside the office, a cocktail in hand, I hesitated before knocking on the door. “Come in!”The voice inside had already called me in, indicating that my new boss was well aware of my presence. It was no surprise, really, considering there were cameras everywhere. Feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation, I glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby and finally entered the room.Closing the door gently behind me, I found myself in a dimly lit space. The darkness was suffocating, triggering my claustrophobia and causing me to tremble. Just as I began to struggle with my discomfort, a voice broke the silence and a light flickered on in the corner of the room, revealing my boss sitting in a chair."Do I make you nervous?" he asked, his voice cutting through the tension. I couldn't see his face clearly yet, but the sound of his words sent shivers down my spine."No, it's not you. I've always had a touch of claustrophobia since I was a child. No idea why," I rambled, r
Standing outside Moonlight Manor Casino, I felt like a complete stranger. I should head home and forget about being here. It had been months since my last visit. With finals looming, I had to put a pause on my usual routine of studying and working. This place used to be my sanctuary, observing the high rollers and their wins or losses. It always gave me a thrill, wondering if they would cash in their chips and walk away, especially at the roulette table.Sometimes, I considered gambling to be the most dangerous addiction. I once calculated that at least ninety percent of the big winners never made it out alive. They eagerly collected their chips, dreaming of the riches they would acquire, but within minutes of that roulette wheel spinning, poof! Their hopes and money vanished into thin air.I remembered a guy who hit a million but lost two. The poor soul looked like he wanted to die. He was a young guy with his newlywed wife, proudly sharing their honeymoon plans and how they would ma
"Eva, why are you sitting here in the dark?" Nora's voice broke through the silence, bringing me back to reality."Not in the dark. I'm watching Game Night to cheer myself up," I replied, my voice lacking enthusiasm. Nora settled down next to me, and I glanced at her, trying to figure out the time. It must be early since she usually left around eight in the evening. We often locked up together, and on Saturdays, we sometimes wouldn't get back home until six in the morning. But with the sun still hidden, it had to be much earlier than that.She grabbed my spoon and started devouring my precious tub of Haagen-Dazs. Normally, that would have bothered me, especially since it was the last one, but after the night I had, I felt numb, devoid of any emotions."So, what gives? Why did Haagen-Dazs come out, and why did that one movie you hate become the answer to your prayers?" she asked, nudging me gently.“Yeah, you’re right this is supposed to be eaten on special occasions. The price is near