Ivy gave me that 'come on girl, what are you waiting for?' kind of look as I stood at one spot, wrapping my jacket tighter around me.
She had already taken hers off. She wore a black thong with a black bra that had a bit of see through lace covering the cleavage.
My eyes drifted nervously around the women and my stomach twisted at the thought of being half-naked in front of strangers.
Both of us were still at the reception area, and I was lucky that I hadn't seen any couple fucking in the corners yet.
"You're still wearing your jacket," Ivy snapped me out of my thoughts.
I looked around at the other women standing proud and barely clad. I had no choice but to play Bella's part, whether I liked it or not.
I took off the jacket, slowly and reluctantly. The cool air brushed against my bare stomach and I tugged at the edge of the yellow lace that barely covered my hips. I wasn't used to feeling this exposed.
My gaze lingered around where the jacket was hung for longer than it should have. I felt like if I left, someone might just slip in and steal it.
I trailed behind Ivy to the receptionist's table and we documented our details.
Betty led the way with seven of us trailing behind her. The cool, minimalistic corridor lined with art pieces led to a room that was bursting with life.
The soft blue and light crimson lights bathed through the room, casting shadows of bodies.
The scent of cigars and perfume from the crowd filled the air. The music from the stereo reverberated through the room, almost making it feel like the walls were shaking.
Betty led us to an empty table.
"I would tell Mr. Dom that his girls are ready for choosing. You guys know how the rest would go."
As the girls busied themselves with placing orders for drinks, I simply glanced around the room.
How did the people feel so comfortable with rubbing their skins against each other?
In the center, I could see a brunette grinding her ass against a man's groin as she gave him a lap dance.
The music that filled the air was sensual, giving it an atmosphere that spelt sin in capital letters.
At a slightly raised podium, there were three poles erected. A woman slid against the pole, barely clad. Her butt cheeks were visible through the panties she wore.
As she glided around the pole, men threw a few bills around her. I knew this was a strip club, and I had never experienced anything like this.
"Can I get you a drink?" The barman emerged once more.
I fumbled with my words before Ivy stepped in.
"Two blue lagoons. You're good with it, right?" Ivy turned towards me.
I shyly nodded my head.
The barman nodded and left to prepare the drinks.
Ivy leaned closer to me. "Is there something wrong B? You're acting strange."
My eyes darted around nervously. I knew a best friend to Bella would be able to tell when something was off about her best friend. Like the system had warned, I couldn't tell anyone that a soul swap had happened in this body.
"I'm fine," I lied. Deep inside me, I was quivering. I didn't know what to expect from the interview with the so-called Mr. Dom.
Ivy shrugged her shoulders. "It's just that I thought you'd be more lively and excited than this, and even move towards the stage to dance."
My gaze drifted to the stage. I saw some of the girls that came along with Madam Betty dancing and swaying their hips. It was only I, Ivy and another girl that were still seated around the table.
"I'm just saving my energy for the audition."
The barman emerged again with two blue colored drinks in his hands. Ivy sipped hers immediately and I hesitated for a while, this was my first time drinking at a club.
When the glass touched my lips, the liquid tingled down my throat. It tasted refreshing with a bit of tangy lemonade feeling accompanying it.
I took several more sips before dropping the glass down.
Madam Betty arrived again. The girls that were on the stage sighted her and walked towards the table.
She addressed us without hesitation.
"Mr Dom is in the VIP section. Each of you would be called upon one by one to meet him. I suggest you all stay at this table. I'd be leaving now,"
The strippers thanked the older woman for her sacrifice of referring them to this man. I was sure all of them were eager to get the role. I wondered how much the pay would be, but regardless, I didn't think I'd love to do it.
Didn't think I'd love to do it? Was I sure if I was telling the truth or lying to myself? As I looked around the room with women flaunting their barely clad bodies, I even saw a man passionately squeezing the boobs of a woman. That single act made me wish I was in that woman's shoes instead.
If I said I didn't feel moist between my legs, then I was lying. I just hoped that no one would notice the wetness through my bright outfit.
Mr Dom? I wondered what he looked like. If he would be impressed by the fact that I wore yellow lingerie which the voice told me was his favourite. Would he grind my ass against his groin or touch me passionately like those men did to those dancers.
"Concentrate Bianca" I muttered inwardly to myself. I am Bianca, and this slutty life belonged to Bella and not me. I was just trapped in this 23 year old's body. I had calculated Bella's birthday from what I saw in her diary.
I adjusted myself in the leather seat and took another sip of my drink. This was Bella's slutty life, but would it make me a slut if I was getting wet from watching all these?
A sturdy, tall and bulky man walked towards us and addressed us, snapping me out of my thoughts. "The first person should please follow me,"
A woman stood up from the seat and left with the bouncer. I wondered what her experience would be.