Callie took a deep breath and nervously walked through the front door, only to be stopped by a waiter who eyed her up and down. “Who are you looking for?”
“…Trevon Wilcox on the third floor.”
The waiter’s hand dropped, and he handed her a card, his eyes filled with a vague contempt, as if he had seen many like her.
Callie took the card but didn’t go straight to the third floor. Instead, she found the restroom, where she removed her jacket. Underneath, she was wearing a long dress she had bought for forty or fifty bucks. The material wasn’t great, but she tore it all the way up to her thigh, revealing her slender legs. She then tucked the straps into the dress, transforming it into a sexy short skirt.
After fixing her hair and applying bright red lipstick, the woman staring back at her in the mirror looked stunning and alluring.
Women came and went, glancing at Callie’s actions with disdain, but they were used to such sights.
There was no other way. Besides throwing money around, there was only one other method to deal with men: using her looks.
Waiters carrying drinks bustled in the hallway. Callie grabbed a bottle of red wine, opened it with her teeth, and took a swig. She then walked boldly towards room 307, her demeanor determined.
Raising her hand, she knocked on the door. A bald man peeked out. “Who are you?”
Callie flashed a seductive smile, her arm snaking around his neck like a serpent. “The manager sent me here.”
The bald man turned back. “Trevon, Mr. Drake sent someone over.”
Inside, colorful laser lights made it hard to see. At the back, Trevon stood up. Wearing only a tank top and holding a bottle of booze, he looked like a thug with years in the underworld.
“Mr. Drake? Who ordered a girl?” Trevon tried to get a better look at Callie.
Quick on her feet, Callie slipped into the dim room and crashed into his chest, clinging to him like she couldn’t let go. “Mr. Drake said Trevon is a regular. He sent me over to make sure you have a great time tonight.”
Her voice was sultry, making Trevon feel the warmth and softness of her body. He was instantly captivated.
“Mr. Drake sure knows how to do business. No wonder Club Paradise has been booming!”
Trevon turned around and satisfied, pulled Callie onto the sofa.
Fighting back her revulsion, Callie finally spotted Joaquin, tied up and kneeling on the floor, his hands bloody and unconscious. Better that he was out cold.
“Good business needs big shots like you, Trevon. Mr. Drake specifically told me to make sure you have a great time tonight!”
Callie brought the bottle to his lips, but Trevon, reeking of alcohol, didn’t drink. He grabbed her chin and inspected her closely. “What’s your stage name? I’ve been here for years and never seen you.”
Callie’s heart pounded. She had no idea about any stage names here!
“…My name’s Cathy. I’m new. You’re my first client.”
After a brief suspicion, Trevon laughed and stroked her back. “Look at you. Mr. Drake’s training got better! Since it’s your first time, does that mean you’re a virgin?”
Callie barely resisted the urge to punch his greasy face.
“Of course, Trevon. You can do whatever you want tonight!”
Seeing that he still wasn’t drinking, Callie poured the wine into a glass.