Clubrooms Diary

MALAYINA

May 8th 2018

"You remember mikros?" His voice is low and steady. 

Keeping my head bowed. "Yes, I remember." I sigh. 

I just didn't think he would actually find me. Not today on my actual birthday anyway. Chad thinks my birthday's in September. A little white lie I wrote down on his payroll information booklet. I mean shit... When the guy tells you once your legal, you're for the taking. So I decided to buy myself a couple more months with the hopes of skipping town again. 

"How did you find me?" I ask curiously. 

"It wasn't hard at all." He says, offering me his hand. 

I accept it and stand. I walk over to the dial on the wall and lighten the room. His eyes trail down my body, feasting on my white baby doll dress, leaving little to nil for his imagination.

"Cute." He says approvingly, winking at me. 

I cover myself with my arms, turning towards the door, reaching for my robe.

"No." His hand snakes around my wrist and he pulls me flush up, against him.

My hands land on his chest, my sex brushed up against his erection. I lightly push myself away from him and take a step back. 

"How?" I ask him with more urgency this time. 

If he could find me easily, my father wouldn't be too far behind either. 

"You can't find something that was never let out of your sight mikros." One side of his mouth curls up into a smile. 

"You've been following me?" I say through gritted teeth.

"Nai, you owe me a lot of money." 

"Shit!" I turn from him. 

I know I don't have near enough.

"I only have 10k." 

"You owe A hundred thousand." He states.

I turn to face him, my heel snapping in the process and I feel myself heading for grand face planting to the floor. 

"Whoa!" He says surprised, reaching forward he catches me. 

I stare at his face, taking in every chiselled angle, the slope of his perfectly shaped nose and lower plumped lip.

What are you doing Mal?

I clear my throat and use his body to upright my self, then I fix my dress. 

"I don't have anything close to that amount." Fear surrounds me. 

"You're a sex worker, what do YOU mean you don't have anything close to that amount?. He scowls at me. 

hated the words that left my mouth.

"Ha!" He scoffs. 

showing up on his doorstep. So

He looks at

but only you and I know that." I lower my voice. "And I'd like it to

as if he's trying to decide whether or not he

that till you have something to tell me that's worth my time." He says through gritted teeth as

"Wait!" 

to face me. I get on my knees and Recite my

and I am here for

"What are you doing."

came to see me didn't you?"

breathing picks

have you leave without being pleasured and me being paid." Shame coats me like a wildfire

- shit." A frustrated growl leaves

in a clip. He slides a note out and hands it to me. I take it and

this." I look at

anything smaller." He grits out.

you trying to make things harder for me? The girls will lose their shit, and Chad will expect me to pull hundred dollar bills outta my

He can't be serious!

don't have anything smaller." He

it back to him.

it now?" He looks at me amused.

reach the door and open

I owe you." I stare at him, challenging him

arches a brow and walks through

have this whole situation wrong." He smirks at

"How so?" 

the one in control here mikro, not you." He flashes me with his pearly white

saunter through the halls, whistling, and winking

down the

anything worth cashing in, I've been living off the bare minimum trying to penny-pinch every cent I have. I mean shit, I can't even remember the last time I brought myself any

a new top, three for pair of jeans and six for a pair of shoes. That's ten blow jobs for one fucking outfit. Tips around here are shit too. I did ask chad if I could work behind the bar when I'm

the bar when you're underage? I'd rather have you In the rooms bouncing on some horny bastards dick." He gave me a stern look. "I'll get a pretty penny

That's it! 

I owe Amar A hundred thousand, I've seen some of those girls get as high as Two hundred thousand. If I'm lucky enough, I'll be able to have enough money

be free of this place and free from the slavery I brought upon myself.

exhale long and slow, ridding myself with the newfound problematic stress I've brought upon myself.

good

life is looking

for the second

Let me rephrase that.

be a good

says as she

you at the bar." She sighs.

asks for a kiss, it's like kissing a log of

breath fucking stinks! I swear the man eats arse for breakfast and it isn't the good type

'Double Sawbuck' ($20)

bra and pulls out the money. "Here," she said looking at me

it inside the string of my thong on