Damsel In Distress I

Camila

Throughout the week, Alejandro has not driven me to school; rather, he has sent Marco to do so.

A part of me also misses Alejandro, even though I enjoy blaming Taylor Swift and One Direction on purpose to annoy him.

Be that as it may, the hurt is still there, gradually consuming my heart.

At first, it was because of the hurtful words he said, but now it's because he doesn't even seem to be sorry for them.

At least not with the way he has been acting.

He has been avoiding me for the entire week, and when he did appear, he always ignored me.

By Friday, I'm done with that pile of crap and ready to move on because it gets so bad.

However, I still yearn to see him. I despise catching emotions, ugh.

Since we had important guests over on Friday, I was alone in my bedroom with nothing but the things in my room to keep me occupied.

To pass the time, I did everything I could think of, including taking a shower, applying skincare, and painting my toenails and nails a baby blue to match my sheer baby blue night tie with white lace trim.

It was on the really noteworthy side however I was in the protection of my own room.

Additionally, it was brought on by my own boredom. I had tried on all of my sleepwear and tried them on, but I had never worn this blue one.

Over my underwear of a bra and pantyhose, it was adorable. I paired it with white fuzzy slippers, a pink silky sleeping mask that I used as a headband, and even a short white silk robe over it.

I thought I looked amazing and cute as a fuck in the pictures I took of myself in it. I enjoyed dressing up for my own enjoyment.

Although it was nice that other people liked it, I didn't care what they thought in the end.

I made the decision to leave my cozy room just after midnight.

I descend the stairs while fastening my silk robe to cover my exposed skin underneath.

I calculated that the visitors needed to have left at this point.

Furthermore, My hypothesis is legitimized when I stroll to the kitchen to heat up a glass of milk, and advance back towards the hall to find the whole floor vacant.

I turn to look at the intruder and am stopped in my tracks by the sound of the door opening in the powder room.

"Hi."

As I stare at the blonde, slender cowgirl in front of me, I chirp.

She dashes out and spins around to face me, saying, "The bathrooms down there were full."

As soon as she meets my eye, the look of alarm quickly fades, and I watch as her shoulders relax in relief. She stood tall.

I took a moment to appreciate her figure, whether it was due to her nine-inch heels or her bare legs that lasted for days.

Despite her stick-thin build, the lingerie she was wearing fit her perfectly. "Who do you mean?" As I put the straw to my mouth and take a sip of my milk, I tilt my head in questioning and blink up at her.

"Spice of Monaco." Before she hums to herself, the girl's brown eyes trail up and down my figure, almost applauding.

"And are you?" She not only looks like a cowgirl, but she also sounds like one.

Her name sounds like it came from a random stripper name generator, which makes me slightly giggle.

"This is Camila. You have a lovely face." I stand there and smile at her. Her dazzling smile reads, "Thanks, Gorgeous.

Why have I not seen you anywhere?" I shrug and cast a glance around us.

"Umm... I suppose I'm new? I just arrived a few days ago." As my tongue plays with my straw in my head, I explain.

"Now, what are you doing with such a small thing in a house full of men like this?" She says folding her arms, the activity making her areolas almost jump out of the girdle top.

"This is my home." She laughs as though I'm joking when I say that I mean it.

"Funny and adorable. You would be loved by the other girls.

Cherry, on the other hand, would despise you because she dislikes competition". As she leaves the building and heads for the west wing, she murmurs and clasps my arm.

"Sure, we weren't supposed to be up here," she said.

"What are you referring to? Neither you nor any other woman have I ever seen living here." I mutter befuddled.

She returns my confounded look. "Oh, baby doll, we don't live here. For nights like these, they hire us here.

Down in the strip club? I'm an artist." We don't have a strip club, I think to myself as I look at her.

In any case, when she begins driving us towards the other entryway toward the finish of the corridor that prompted the cellar, my eyes augment.

So the other door leads there? Then, they become slits in my eyes.

When Alejandro said they were having guests, was that what he meant? That scumbag.

I had a portion of a psyche to rake him over the coals.

Because they were having a party in a strip club, I couldn't go out. "Is that where we're going?" As she opens the door, I inquire.

The only difference between this door and the other side is that it has a narrow hallway that leads to an elevator rather than a set of stairs.

After we enter the elevator, Monique turns to face me and presses the button for the lowest floor.

She raises her hands and lets loose the tie that is tied around my robe, allowing just the top of my nightie to show.

"There." Before dragging me out of the elevator and into the large space, she ties our arms and smiles happily.

There are a lot of men lounging around smoking, drinking, and some with cigars.

However, the number of women walking around almost naked is what catches my attention.

There is low, sensual music playing, and the place is lit by dim red neon lights.

While others danced across the various small stages, each wearing a sort of lingerie costume and proudly showing off what they had.

"Woah." My milk is being thrown somewhere behind me, and I murmur as I marvel at the scene. I had never been to a real strip club before.

The main genuine experience I had going out was a drag show Ava and Mason took me as well yet I was excessively squandered to recall that anything.

As we walk by, Monique drags me forward while I look around and ignore the various cat calls.

"That is no joke." I remark that the party space, people, and lights continue to keep me from looking around.

All of this was right under my nose? I turn to Monique after hearing her giggle as if she were part of a secret joke.

"We are well-liked. When people look at you, they like what they see." I don't really recognize many of the men as I look around.

But one thing I do see in their eyes as they look at us is their hunger and desire.

I look around in the hope of seeing a familiar face, but nothing stands out. None of these men have ever caught my eye before.

"Looking for a specific person, babe?" Monique inquires and comes to stand next to me without first giving a few men a wink.

I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that was washing over me, even though I was used to men staring at me with lust and liked the attention.

Not to mention the fact that I was aware of how vulnerable I was in this setting, which made me wonder why I thought to come here in the first place.

I was already far enough in to worry that I wouldn't be able to leave on my own if someone came up on me.

Finding a familiar person to lead me out was the best option. Alejandro or Ethan, preferably.

"Mr. Alejandro, where are you?" Gonzalez?" I ask without thinking as I move away from men who try to grab me.

Fortunately, I am able to free my arm quickly from one man's grasp.

"Probably in VIP, probably with the guests of honor and his entourage." Monique says something, but someone comes up to whisper something in her ear before she can finish.

She smiles as she turns to face me and says, "speaking of VIPs. Several of them have noticed you.

She wriggles enthusiastically prior to looking into behind me.