Chapter 1 Encounter

Ava's POV

This is just the start of my night yet my whole body felt tired as well as my mind.

I looked at the whole club and there I saw the gradual increase of people who only wanted one in this place. Some people go for a wilder night than they'd have at the local dive bar, some go to look at some bangin' bodies they'd otherwise have zero access to, and some go hoping to fall in love with their future wife. And in my case, I can tell that most of them just want to have their one sensual night with me to satisfy their sexual innuendos.

I started working here for about two months, the same day my grandmother was hospitalized and to this day she is still confined.

Horizon Nights is essentially a cozy neighborhood dive bar, but with naked ladies. The dancers were exceptionally diverse - every ethnicity, body type, and educational background was represented.

Unfortunately, the place was run by a mega-douchebag named Noah Tan-a red-faced, testosterone junkie who managed the club like an oppressive dictator. The clientele was mainly businessmen and college students - an interesting mix of big spenders and frat boys.

I thought this was a perfect place for me, but I was wrong.

And I have no choice.

I just shrugged and headed to the counter where Vien was. In the distance, I could clearly see her looking at me while smiling. Good thing that I met her. Otherwise, I may not be able to hold on long ago -- because this is almost a job that needs to sell my dignity.

If only I had a choice...

"Babe, didn't you have an exam today? I thought you wouldn't come tonight." She greeted me as she finished mixing the hard drinks to be served to the guests.

The tip of my lip lifted and I sighed tiredly.

"The exam is easy. What a waste of the day if I don't come in," I replied to her and sat in the high chair for a while slowly eating from the exhaustion.

"You should rest a bit, Avs. Your day will be wasted when you get sick more. It's still your loss," she suggested.

I just smirked. I knew she was for my good, because she knew what I had experienced in the past few weeks. After all, our exams are one after the other and the finals are next week. In the morning, I have to wake up early to prepare for university and in the evening, I go straight here. Only when there are no guests occasionally can I have the opportunity to review my studies. Both my mind and body are like hamsters thrown on rollers, running 24 hours a day. But I can't rest just because I'm wasting my time doing nothing – and I'm not making any money by resting.

"I'm fine, Vien, believe me. You know me," I told her and stood up and then took the tray with only wines.

Today, our "super tasteful" boss ordered all of us to dress up as rabbit girls: Sexy corsets, black silk, rabbit ears and fluffy rabbit tails. God knows why men always like this kind of thing!

I was a little bit uncomfortable and wanted to touch the rabbit tail on my clothes, but because the men around me were staring at me, as if they wanted to come up to "help" me do it, so I gave up this idea, and started marching to the center to serve the wines I was carrying, carefully avoiding the hands of some drunk or pretended to be drunk men who wanted to harass me.

My guest today was a local real estate developer, Mr. Lazarus. He seemed like a mild-mannered old man, if it weren't for the nauseating way he groped my thigh when I handed him a drink and the many hints that he would let me sleep with him.

When I got to his VIP table, he and his friends immediately noticed my dress, and then showed a meaningful smile. Their lustful eyes focused on my body as if they were stripping me off in their minds.

I swallowed my pride and went to their table.

"Good evening, Mr. Lazarus. You come here often as before." I greeted him and one by one put the wines on their table.

I felt his hand caress my thigh slowly rising so I winced.

"Of course, Ava, you're here. Your alluring beauty made us want to come here often," he said kindly and squeezed my thigh so I simply took his hand away.

"Mind if you join us here? I can tell you're available tonight," said one of his companions and violently pulled me to sit in the middle of them. Next, I felt his hand slide down my waist up to the side of my chest. I bit my lower lip and stood up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Duke, but I'm not available tonight. Please, excuse me,"I said quickly and tried to pull myself away from them and stand up.

But obviously, my repeated rejection had completely angered the demon.

This old man always cherishes his life very much. He would bring a team of bodyguards even when he came to the club for a fling. I doubt he even has his bodyguards standing around the bed when he's having sex with a woman.

And now, his bodyguards were coming in handy again.

They seized me with such force that they carried me into the hands of their master Lazarus and forced me to sit on the lap of the demon.

"AVA, you are such a disobedient girl. Why do you always want to avoid me and refuse me?" He held my waist and pressed my ass firmly on his suit pants.

I pushed his thigh hard to stay away from his body, but quickly, I realized in despair that God was not fair to men and women from the beginning, at least in strength.

"Mr. Lazarus, Please, I'm not going to entertain tonight–"

"What do you mean by that, wearing this kind of outfit, huh?" He interrupted what I was about to say and quickly kissed my neck and even smelled it.

My chest throbbed with the anger I was feeling. "Please let go of me, please. You know that's not part of my job..."

"Come here, let's drink. You're so fucking choosy yet you're almost naked to come here. Look at your big boobs here..."He took the wine handed over by the bodyguard and tried to force me to drink it, but due to my lack of cooperation, most of the wine flowed down my neck and wet my clothes. This seemed to make him and his friends more excited. They even burst into laughter.

"What? You don't like it? I thought this was what you wanted. It's a pity for your body if you don't let me taste it," he teased and violently licked the wine on my neck.

When I looked at them all, they looked like animals that were greedy for flesh.

"I-I'm sorry but I really can't now. I'm just here to serve your drinks," I said, trembling. I bit my lower lip to hold back my tears. I hate it but I can't do anything!

"What's your problem, bitch? Stop acting pure innocent, Ava. Look at your big breasts, don't you want someone to hold and caress that?" Another man stood up and came over. He even asked Lazarus to hold my hands for him, and then slapped my chest indecently, making my chest shake in waves.

"As if you're still a virgin. What are you acting up? You will be paid, isn't that all you want?" Lazarus said, laughed, and enjoyed the violence his friend had inflicted on me.

My heart was almost out of my chest because of the anger I was feeling.

I hate this place, and I hate this job. Every night, over and over again, I had to endure the dirty looks of these men, ignore their disgusting words, dodge their nauseous hands and serve them drinks with a smile.

But I have no choice. This is the most lucrative job I could get so far. I had to earn a lot of money to pay my tuition fee and Grandma's hospital bills.

But this thing... These people were making me sick to my stomach! They always made me throw up!

In this VIP booth surrounded by bodyguards, no one could save me. The hall was filled with deafening music, and a stripper performance on the stage was in full swing, causing waves of shrieks and whistles.

I looked at the bar in a desperate attempt to seek for my friend for help, but she wasn't there!

Lazarus even began to tear off my wine soaked shirt and took out a large amount of money to stuff between my breasts. Another man grabbed my ankles, pulled off my black heels, and even tried to tear my black silk. His other friends, as well as his bodyguards, were unmoved by their evil deeds, and even treated my cries of despair as a good show.

I cried, struggled, vainly trying to grab hold of my collar and preserve my last remaining dignity. And as I struggled, I was stunned when something hit my eyes.

A man was deadly staring at me while holding a shot glass. His expression was dark as he stared at me coldly. He was sitting at the far end of the VIP area with his friends.

My heart pounded especially when I saw him look down at my body. As if he was judging me from the way he stares at me.

It was Damon! My EX!