Once Karen controlled her emotions, which were on the verge of collapsing, she spoke calmly and looked gratefully at the couple who were in front of her, waiting for an answer.
"I'm sorry, I'm very nervous."
"Don't worry, we understand." Paola gives her a warm smile.
"I just need a job. That's all I ask."
"And you'll have it." The man speaks in a firm voice before standing up and motioning for his wife to accompany him.
"Come on Paola, let's go to my office."
"Okay."
"I'll call you in a minute. Don't move."
"Yes, sir." She replies without taking her eyes off the man.
Once Karen is calmer, she begins to observe everything around her. The place is dark, but very warm, and at the end of the room there is a stage. The floor is covered by a red carpet, and in the center of it there are two perfectly polished pipes that rise majestically to the ceiling, from which three mirror balls of different sizes hang. Hypnotized by what her eyes see and attracted by an unknown force, Karen stands up and walks to that place. With curiosity, she touches the carpet and, as she imagined, it is padded and soft. She is consumed by curiosity and slowly climbs the three steps of the staircase and from the top of the stage observes the entire club, while turning and caressing the cold steel with her hands.
"Girl, get off there!" shouted the man behind the bar. "Don't dirty the pipes. They are freshly polished."
"I'm sorry." She apologizes and hurriedly approaches the bar. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."
"Are you a dancer?" he asks while lighting a cigarette and offering her one, which she shakes her head.
"No, I don't know how to dance."
"And what were you doing spinning like a top on the stage?"
"Curiosity, that's all."
"Well, you know what they say... 'curiosity killed the man and made the woman pregnant'... try to make sure none of that happens to you and you'll be fine in this place." He advises while serving a glass of whiskey. "Want a drink?"
"I don't drink alcohol."
"You're strange, but I like you. I'm Donato, Paola and Pietro's son."
"I'm Karen."
Now that Karen is much closer to that man, she can see that he is a young man of her age, muscular and with a perfect smile. His white teeth shine like pearls from the lights that illuminate his face and his eyes vary in color depending on the led that are reflected in them. The telephone hanging behind the bar began to ring and Donato answers, quickly hangs up, returns to his place and says to his companion.
"They're waiting for you in the office."
"Where is it?"
Donato points to a glass booth that is on the first floor and from which the entire room can be observed.
"That staircase will take you directly to the door. Good luck."
"Thank you."
Karen walks slowly, as if each step she takes will lead her to an uncertain destiny and an alarm inside her warns her to turn around and leave that place, however she erases those crazy ideas from her head and begins to climb one by one the steps until she finds a black iron door, bravely knocks and waits to be attended.
"Come in!"
"Excuse me."
"Take a seat, dear." Paola speaks in a maternal tone that endears her.
"Thank you." She obeys and looks at Pietro who settles in the seat and drinks a glass of liquor.
"We'll give you a job." He leans back in his seat. "For the moment you will serve tables and help with the cleaning of the VIP area." He speaks quickly and without hesitation. "The salary you will receive will be minimal because if you do your job well the tips are very generous." He rests his hand on the desk and observes how the young woman looks at him gratefully and sighs with relief. "I'll give you a room in the VIP area and only you will have the key to that room."
"What is the VIP area?" she asks curiously.
"In that area there are several rooms, I'm not going to lie to you, several of our girls after doing their dance decide if they want to spend the night with a client and get some extra money." He comments naturally. "We give them a luxury room. The men take care of the costs of the service in the room and they enjoy the moment."
"Are they pros...?" She can't finish formulating the question that is interrupted.
"We don't like to say it that way, our girls decide what to do or not with their bodies and if a man rewards them for their service, that money is only for her." Pietro speaks angrily, he feels offended.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."
"I know this place may seem like a dive, but we take care of our girls and one way to keep them from falling into the wrong hands is to provide them with protection and security; so what better way than to not leave here and be watched."
"Karen many girls, although you don't believe it, have found love, the man of their life in this place and we haven't been left without great dancers." Paola speaks in a softer tone; while caressing her husband's shoulders. "I was one of the first to do it and I assure you that no one is obliged to satisfy anyone. In this place the woman is in charge, she has the last word, if she wants to be with a man or not is her decision. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"No one can force you to do anything, any problems you have you must go to us or security."
Karen had her doubts, it was very hard to believe that this was so, however she was hired to serve tables and clean so she accepted the job and the keys to that room. Two hours later she was in her new room, unlike what she had imagined, it was a very pleasant place, with warm colors and everything shone with cleanliness. It had a small bathroom with several clean towels, soaps, shampoo, conditioner and other hygiene items. Everything was perfect except for one detail, her new work uniform. She was standing in front of a large mirror observing her tiny skirt and stretched the fabric without much success, with resignation she puts on the mask that she had to wear to preserve her identity and leaves that place to start her work.
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