Through the doors bursted a large group of males, all wearing suits and all donning family pins on their black suits with stick out like sore thumbs.Īll of you were prepared to entertain as the premise of your work, back then there was enough of you to have one to yourselves. Your entire demise began on a particular day when it was strangely quiet despite the late hour, unusual because the hour before the entire club was full to its brim. They paid the extortionate fees your manager set and happily sat to watch you dance for 30 minutes. What you’d nailed down was getting customers back in and paying only to see you privately in one of the rooms. Working the pole was nothing new to you, you’d always been active on your feet and knew how to use your assets in your favour. He was after you, you haven’t got time to waste explaining the details. You said nothing, continuing to count the money and put it in your purse as you closed the locker and left the changing rooms without telling them your issue. “What? Why are you so jittery?” Another girl asked, stopping her task of painting her toes and looking up at you. “I’m fine.” You mumble as you begin counting the notes. It wasn’t a lot, it was enough to provide a small get away into another city so you could sustain yourself with a friend. “N-nothing.” You quickly reassured, walking to your locker to open it and find the stash of money you’d hidden. They all walked together and lived among each other synonymously. Kamurocho was full of people like this, you didn’t know who was normal and who was involved with the underworld. You knew you were being hunted, you knew you’d fucked up by getting involved with someone dangerous. Through the corner of your eyes you’d seen shadows moving, people whispering, men staring and everyone watching. Watching your shoulder for every moment you stepped out into the open, ensuring you weren’t followed and that someone wasn’t going to attack you. You were, you were mortified, terrified, horrified and scared. “Is everything okay? You look horrified.” All in their skimpy clothes with no customers to entertain due to the bad weather. One on the dressing table, one on the floor and one on the chair. Getting in, the club was completely empty and that gave you enough time to put your umbrella down and run into the changing rooms where the other girls were sat lazing around. Quickly and carefully you ran through the rain to try and hide out at your workplace, avoiding the crowd which was running past you with their own umbrellas covering their heads. In which you unknowingly upset the patriarch of the Majima Family.
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