First Challenge

Club Red Rose, city M.

"I work here, but you can't have me work here forever, forever. It doesn't matter who it is, I have the right to refuse if I don't want to."

This sexy woman with the status of Boss and club owner was silent, hearing Gretta's bold words and the serious gaze that drew her.

Recently he accepted women who dared to put forward conditions before even working for her. But for some reason, she was still waiting for what this young woman in front of her said.

"Especially for information about who I am. So, from everything I've said, is it all understandable?"

The boss nodded in agreement with the wishes of the prospective comfort woman in front of her, then waited for the moment when the long sentence was finally finished for her.

"It's a long enough request for a new kid like you. But it's okay, I like someone who wants a lot like this," said the boss with a lopsided grin, as if happy to find a treasure from a woman who wanted so much..

"However, I can't agree to your request for the guest section you serve," added the Boss and Gretta, who heard it, made a disapproving face.

"I-

"Wait a minute, I'm not done with what I said," interrupted the boss with a pointed index finger moving left and right, preventing the boss from continuing.

Speech was not immediately followed by the boss. This sexy woman actually pressed a cigarette butt inserted her finger in an ashtray to death, then drank beer at her desk.

Only the sound of gulping could be heard, while Gretta herself was trying not to panic while waiting for what the owner of this club would say.

Glup! Glup! Glup!

Tuk!

The sound of glasses colliding with the table surface was heard, Gretta turned to the Boss as the question was thrown at her.

"Are you strong enough to drink? How tolerant are you with alcohol?"

Ah! Good thing about drinking, Gretta thought quietly gratefully.

"My tolerance is quite high, I won't get drunk with just one or two bottles of alcohol even if it's high. I'm used to this," Gretta explained straightforwardly.

Luckily I often go to parties with colleagues, she continued to herself.

"Good! Then, what's next is that I have the right to arrange which women accompany the customer. Here, I still manage it," added the Boss with a triumphant face, especially when she saw Gretta looking at her with a frown.

Well, I like a rebellious woman like you, Nanda, she continued to herself.

"But..., if you can get through my expectations and exceed your seniors in work, I will give you one privilege. How about it?"

"A privilege?"

"Yes, a privilege. How?" asked the Boss affirming.

"How to?" Gretta asked curiously.

A lopsided smile appeared on the Boss' lips, before finally a sentence was spoken and Gretta who heard it fell silent.

"We can count from now on, how many men are out there who intend to buy you to be used as a bed warmer. If it exceeds your senior who is currently queen, then I will obey what you said a moment ago, all and without exception."

What? Why not in another way? asked Gretta trying not to show her anxiety.

Her face was kept on as usual, as if she wasn't at all afraid of what she was hearing.

Buying and selling, if it was merchandise, maybe she wouldn't be scared like this. She was a human and she immediately remembered the story of Geana who was sold by her father.

"Because with many people who intend to possess you, then it proves that you are indeed worthy of being given privileges," said the boss, deliberately pausing her sentence, just to see the usual expression of the young woman in front of her.

Her expression was casual, heum, enough to amaze me, the Boss thought.

"But don't worry, I didn't mean to do that either. I prefer long-term gains, rather than huge profits and later regret it," she continued, explaining with a happy chuckle at the end of the sentence.

Talking about the benefits of this sexy woman will get even more excited. However, Gretta was quite relieved because at least she could keep working without having to be owned by one person, let alone being traded like merchandise.

Gretta finally nodded, agreeing with what the Boss said and the Boss's smile grew wider.

"Good! I'm also looking forward to the way you attract customers, newbies," said the Boss, calling Gretta playfully.

"I'll do my best," Gretta said confidently. Yet, deep down, she was the same really don't know how to attract the opposite sex.

Why? Because all this time she has never thought about love, so how could she know how to attract attention.

This boss is really annoying, she continued to herself.

"The best doesn't always work, you have to work hard to beat your seniors. Plus, the ladies here aren't gentle women who will succumb to newbies. Instead, they'll do anything to make you lose the remaining customers if you don't move quickly," said the boss with a sly grin mounted nicely.

What?

Gretta gaped this time and the Boss was even more pleased to see her.

"You don't have to worry, I will. make sure that my conditions are met without having to wait long," Gretta replied after returning her facial expression to its original state.

In fact, now a smirk is also attached and the boss nods to hear it.

"Okay, then please start, Nanda. I'm waiting for your victory," said the boss. "Ah! By the way, I haven't introduced myself properly to you," she continued as she got up from seat and then circled her desk.

She walked over to Gretta and stood face to face with a slightly raised face, not expecting the woman in her entertainment venue to be this tall.

Tap!

"So Introducing, I'm Wirlin Anastasya. I'm the original owner of this place and welcome to our club, Nanda," said the Boss—Wirlin as she reached out her hand to Gretta.

Grip!

"Only Nanda, nice to meet you and thank you for accepting me in this club, Mrs Anastasya," Gretta said. accepted the outstretched hand then stomped firmly.

"I'm still waiting for what you say, Nanda. Then, you can start and my people will watch over you," said Wirlin with a sweet smile.

"No problem, I'll start as you say, madam."

"Just call me Wirlin, I'm not that old to be called madam or aunty like your friend, Ana," Wirlin corrected quickly.

Ah!

Gretta immediately grimaced awkwardly seeing the boss's disapproving expression in front of her. She didn't expect the club owner to be young, although not that young.

"Okay, Wirlin." said Gretta obediently, not wanting to prolong the title matter.

"Well, please get out and have a good job," Wirlin ordered.

And Gretta nodded, then walked out of the room with heavier steps as if something was hanging on her shoulders.

Slam!