I took a turn and stared at the little clothing I was wearing. How did it even get this far, and why was I even doing this?
I could've taken a job at the convenience store or as a choreographer, which was actually supposed to be my goal in the first place. I didn't mind stripping, or the outfits. I never did. Everyone had a different way of paying their bills, and this was one of them, so no, I wasn't embarrassed, and it was an easy way to make money. But still, it wasn't what I had planned.
"Are you coming, squirrel, or are you just going to keep staring at your ass?" Chloe laughed and walked past me. Squirrel... the name I got ever since I had been here. It was the nickname that haunted me throughout kindergarten until now, the nickname I got because of my fluffy cheeks.
Chloe had been my best friend for years. After going from foster home to foster home, I ended up back at the orphanage. Unfortunately, I had never known my parents or had any opportunities in life, so during my teens, I made a promise to myself to succeed. My goal was to finish high school, college, and get a good job as a choreographer, but it obviously didn't really work out like that. Not even I could have predicted I would've been working at a strip club at the age of twenty-one.
"I heard the Morales brothers will be at the private VIP lounge today. Even Michael will be here." Chloe sang while putting on her lip gloss. I looked over at the girl with a suspicious look on my face. Her beautiful long braids fell perfectly over her shoulders. Chloe was gorgeous, and everyone knew it, including the Morales brothers.
By the mentioning of Michael, I felt my face heat up and quickly looked the other way. Michael, the same man who had me screaming out his name just two months ago. I was never the one for one-night stands, but that night we both got drunk, and he led me to his office where we had eventually slept together.
If only the girls knew.
If only his dad knew.
Our boss, Ricardo Morales, had many businesses, and the strip club was one of them. Time from time, he and his three sons would have business meetings with some of their business partners, and today would be one of those days. We were absolutely not stupid and knew exactly what kind of business they were in, but no one had the guts to say it out loud and just let it be. Ricardo Morales was a kind and warm man who had given me the job the second he saw me. He was like a father figure to all the girls and a respected businessman by many.
His sons were surprisingly the complete opposite. Gio Morales was the oldest and a complete cold stone. He never made eye contact with any of us and made it very clear what he thought about us. The second oldest, Dante Morales, was someone everyone knew. Dante was nice and cheerful but in a way still extremely childish. He was a ladies' man and knew his way around women. He saw everyone and everything as a challenge, and he did not like to lose.
The youngest son, Michael Morales, was even colder than Gio, which I did not know was even possible before I met him. After he was done with me, he led me back downstairs without even giving me as much as a glare. Even though Michael was the youngest, he was the heir to all the Morales businesses, and it was no doubt it was probably due to his cold and serious personality.