




Chapter Three
The next day, the male doctor named Gary examined my brother's condition. My brother was coughing so badly. The doctor said that his pneumonia has gotten worse and he needs serious medication. I worried about my brother. I prayed to God that he wouldn't take him from me. He's the only family I have left; my father doesn't consider me his own daughter anymore. I don't know what to do if Allan dies too.
"Please, doctor, do everything you can to save my brother." Tears kept falling down my eyes like raindrops as I begged the doctor.
"Don't worry, dear, we'll do everything we can to save your brother," the doctor replied. Then he told the nurses to bring my brother to the other room.
I'm worried about Allan, but I have to meet Sir Simeon, or else there won't be another opportunity. Sir Simeon is the only one who offered me a job, and I really need money to pay my brother's bill and buy food. I hope Allan will forgive me if I can't stay with him for now. What I'm going to do is for him, for us.
I looked at the wall clock. It was already 9:45 AM, so I immediately went outside the hospital and waited for Sir Simeon. A shiny car stopped in front of me within a few short minutes. The door in the backseat opened, and the window in the front seat did.
"Hop in," Sir Simeon said. He wears a black suit and a black hat. He doesn't look young anymore, probably in his forties.
I stepped inside the car, and the door automatically closed. Sir Simeon is alone. I noticed it from the first time we met. He looked lonely. I wonder if he has a wife or family. I want to ask him about it, but I'm too shy to talk with him. He has already done a lot for me even though we don't know each other.
A few moments later, the car stopped. Sir Simeon stepped outside and opened the door for me. I thanked him for the small and polite gesture. He told me to follow him. He entered a mysterious building. I followed him inside. I'm shocked to hear the loud music, and the smell of alcohol entered my nose.
What shocked me even more were the almost naked women dancing on the stage. Some of them are serving wine to the men, who, just like my father, are smoking and drinking.
"Magz, this is Georgia, your new friend. Please take care of her. She's a newbie," Sir Simeon introduced me to a fat woman.
"Just leave her to me, sir; I promise she'll get used to this soon," the fat woman replied. She has long curly black hair, red lips, long thick eyelashes, and is wearing a sandy hat. Her face is full of rouge.
"Alright then. I have to go now," Sir Simeon said.
I have lots of questions to ask him, but he immediately left. I was about to follow him, but the fat woman stopped me.
"Hep! Where are you going, huh?" The fat woman asked, holding my wrist tightly. "Simeon left you to me. He'll kill me if you dare to escape."
"Please, ma'am, can you tell me what my job is?" I asked, curious and innocent.
"Just call me Magdalene. Come, I'll introduce you to the other girls. Then, I'll explain it to you," the fat woman said.
Magdalene brought me to a room in the back of the stage. "This space serves as the changing room. You can choose which clothes you want to wear and put on your best makeup," she explained.
I looked around. There are other girls inside. They are changing clothes and putting on makeup on their faces in front of the mirror. Most of them are beautiful and probably older than me. But still, I don't understand what I have to do. Am I going to wash the clothes, clean the room, or what?
"Please, Ma'am Magdalene, I want to know what I have to do," I said.
"Didn't Sir Simeon tell you?" She asked. "You're here to serve men."
"Wait, what?" I exclaimed, which grabbed the attention of other girls. "Oh, sorry, I got surprised. What do you mean, 'serve men'?"
"Seduce them, and then they'll have a liking for you and bring you inside the rooms, or maybe somewhere like a motel, and then they'll pay you. You have the looks; I'm sure they'll love you," Magdalene explained.
I finally understand what Magdalene meant. I have to please the men and have sex with them for money. I don't like this kind of job. I thought Sir Simeon would offer me a decent job, not this one, but what else can I do? I have to pay my brother's bills, or the hospital will throw him to the streets, and he'll die just like what happened to Elenna. I'm nervous about this, but I'm more afraid of what's going to happen to my brother.
"Sir Simeon told me that you can start working today. I bet you know how to wear those clothes and put some make up on, don't you? If you need help, you can ask John. Here he is," Magdalene said.
"Just call me Jane," the man who had so much greasepaint on his face interrupted. "I'll forgive Magdalene for calling me by my old name. I'm Jane. Just leave your face to me; I can transform you."
"Alright. Why won't you change your clothes first?" Magdalene suggested. "John and I will wait for you outside."
"She didn't mean it. I'm Jane," John insisted. He followed Magdalene outside.
I changed my clothes. It's my first time wearing such a flimsy dress. Seeing the scar near my thigh, I remembered how cruel my father had been. I can forget what he had done, but this mark always reminds me of the first time he forced me to have sex with him. I tried to resist, to stop him, and this is what I got. He threatened to beat me again if I wouldn't give in to his desires, and I feared that he might kill me.
"Are you done?" John asked.
I held back the tears before they could fall from my eyes. John went into the washroom and put some lipstick and rouge on my lips and face. I looked at the mirror one more time. I forced myself not to cry, or I'll look ugly and no one will like me.
"Let's go outside. Gather as many men as you can. I heard what happened to your brother. I really wish he'll be fine soon," John said.
Perhaps Sir Simeon told them about my story, and I didn't really think too much about it. I stepped out from the backroom and continued to the stage. I noticed a lot of men looking at me with those kinds of looks, as if thirsty or hungry, like how my father would stare at me every time he got drunk.
I walked down the stage and walked toward one of those men. He couldn't take his eyes off me, especially my breasts and legs. Although I'm this young, I have big breasts and shapely lips. My fair skin and young looks added to my sexual appeal and perhaps that's the reason why even my own father has been sexually aroused.
The man suddenly touched my hand. I'm surprised and about to push him away, but I stop myself before I could do that, or I'll anger him and he won't be interested anymore. His hand made its way to my neck and my face. I remembered my father again, how he did the same thing to me. The man kissed my lips so wildly. I tried my best to control myself.
"Do you want me?" He asked, and I nodded. "Let's find a room, baby."