Chapter 42

**Vivian's POV**

''Are you on the menu tonight?'' the sleazy man with a bright-toothed grin on his round face queries as I stroll past him, the palm of one hand carrying a champagne tray for these lavish people.

I stop, battling with my thoughts between wanting to spin and slap him or doing what's in my contract.

No slapping. Irina would kill me.

This place is not good for me. She has no clue how fucked up I feel every time I see one of the show couples performing their erotic art in front of an audience. Half of the time, I imagine what it would be like to be taken that way like those men take the women or other men.

This place is my hell. I exhale a sigh, pasting a fake slutty smile on my lips as I saunter towards him, my hips swaying in the skimpy lingerie dress I am wearing.

I place the tray on a coffee table, taking a seat on the armrest of his plush chair.

"You'd love that, won't you?'' I cool pretending to giggle and flicking my hair to the other side.

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