CLUBROOMs DIARY

MALAYINA May 8th 2018   "You remember mikros?" His voice is low and steady.  Keeping my head bowed. "Yes, I remember." I sigh.  I just didn't think he would find me. Not today on my actual birthday anyway. Chad thinks my birthday's in September. A little white lie I wrote down on his payroll information booklet. I mean shit... When the guy tells you once you are legal, you're for the taking. So I decided to buy myself a couple more months with the hopes of skipping town again.  "How did you find me?" I ask curiously.  "It wasn't hard at all." He says, offering me his hand.  I accept it and stand. I walk over to the dial on the wall and lighten the room. His eyes trail down my body, feasting on my white baby doll dress, leaving little to nil for his imagination. "Cute." He says approvingly, winking at me.  I cover myself with my arms, turning towards the door, and reachi

CADDIE May 8th 2018 I lean up against the brick wall on the side of the club. Puffing away on a nicotine stick, inhaling my life away. Not that you can call it much of a life. I work at clubrooms three days a week, pulling fifteen-hour shifts to make up the forty-five hour full-time requirements I have in place, to keep my son, Jaxson. He's a sweet little boy, who unfortunately is a spitting image of his cunt of a father. I bring my hand up to my breast and cup it.  Damn it! I'm gonna need to go to the changing rooms and quickly hand express my fully engorged breasts. I take one last drag of my smoke, savouring the hit I get from it, slowly releasing it from my lungs. I flick it to the ground and use the tip of my heel to put it out. I bend down, picking it up and a marked patrol car pulls up in front of me. I sigh with pure annoyance. I look up and it's the cunt himself, sitting in his patrol car looking as smug as the day he exited his mothers

LAYLAMay 8th 2018I'm sitting in my car, facing the club, drowning my lungs with a few shots of whisky. I raise the bottle and make a toast."Cheers to the endless supply of willys, ya torturous troll." There's a slight slur to my words. I look down at the photo sitting on the passengers' seat. The girl staring back at me with the twinkle in her eye is no more. The bastard with his arms wrapped around her is now six feet under. "Cheers to you Ryder, you lousy ride." I pour some of the whisky outside my open window, continuing to look at the picture, with my bottom lip trembling.I refuse to cry over the asshole, he's had enough of my tears, and quite frankly he doesn't deserve them.But I tell you what.That greedy son of a bitch deserves to rot in his grave and burn in hell. My hand releases the whisky bottle,  it hits the concrete ground with a loud thud before it sends shards of glass shattering everywhere. I screa

LISAMay 8th 2018I crash through the changing room door, on the verge of bringing up last nights dinner. I hate that I'm too shy to tell Chad I'm not okay with him asking me for kisses. But I feel like it's expected of me because I work here, I'm not like the other girls. I don't sleep with the clients, I only deal with the girls. I'm the one they come to see when they require new outfits, toys, supplies, etc. You could say I run the house and I think that's why Chad tries to play'Mummy and Daddies' with me. I think I'd rather curl over and die first.I've tried to explain to him that I'm not interested. I'm just not into men, I'm purely into women. The fact that I slightly feel repulsed by him plays a major factor in it as well. But It's not like I haven't been with a man before because I have on numerous occasions. But the D just isn't for me, They're the ugliest things my eyes have ever had the opportunity to greet. I love my job and I love the girls

MADDIE May 8th 2018"Hello, boys," I say with excitement.I feel them before I can see them. "Maddie, It's been a minute. How are you, sweetcheeks?" One of the brothers' take a step forward?My breath catches in my throat."Now you're here everything in the world appears to be better." My body fills with desire.The other brother is at my side sliding my robe off. He runs his hands over my lotioned body, grasping the dips of my hips. "You smell sweet." He plants a kiss on my shoulder. "So soft." He mumbles. "Can't wait to play Maddie, baby." A low growl vibrates off his chest."Bruce?" I ask unsure which twin is which."Russell, Maddie." He mutters causing Bruce to chuckle. "Sorry," I say smiling and loving the impact my words have on him. I turn to him and run my hand down the side of his face. Rubbing the pads of my thumb over his stubble cheeks, upper lip, and chin. I lean forwar