Love In Hidden View

bright lights, dispelling the darkness of the night. With a stylish stride, she walked, swaying her hips seductively with each step, a display of her confidence. S

her mother's bills at the elderly home. Her mother, suffering from dementia, needed constant care. R

ysat whenever couples needed a night out. She always wore a mask when she danced in clubs, determined to keep h

nd, Naomi, had handed her this opportunity, having double booked herself. Naomi knew Rebecca could fill in seamlessly. Rebecca was about the same height and body size as her, and she had witnessed Rebecca

hen Naomi called. "Thank you so much," s

d welled up in her eyes the first time her mother held her face close, with eyes that gleamed with excitement, and spoke, "Lily you came." Rebecca would take that. Sometimes she remembered her as Rebecca but o

s he scanned his system. "Sorry, there's n

. She considered her options: leave or try to persuade the atte

in. I w

covering his eyes, making it difficult for her to recognize him. He

men, exuding an aura of authority. R

unded angry or annoyed. Rebecca could not tell it apart

ed, "Yes

gets invited to Greg's private

, she flashed her best smile, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Can you check which cli

d be glad Greg wants you." He glanced at his

ed to be unmoved by her actions. It was something he had seen often during his jo

oat and forced a smile before he

was occupied with thoughts of her pay. She knew what she had to do: start in the lounge, dance for a

and texted Naomi, "What i

and began to touch up her makeup. The other women in the room seemed similarly absorbed in their own preparations, creating an atmosphere of quie

changing room and

oked up. "

learly annoyed. "You're ke

t there was still no message from Naomi. With a resigned sigh, she tucked her

suit that clung to her curves, accentuating her figure. The bodysuit had a plunging neckline adorned

up; smoky eyes and bold red lips. As she approached the door, the

like his dan

What? The mask

Rebecca reluctantly handed it over, feelin

m, she was relieved to see

yes on her as she approached the pole and began to dance. At first, no one seemed to notice h

becca's face close in a seduc

somewhat

lazily following the dancers. Rebecca focused on her movements, letting the music guide her. The beat pulsed t

e that captivated the room. Rebecca tried to match her rhythm, pushing herself t

evident irritation, but she concealed it behind a forced smile, wary of attracting their client

the changing room before Rebecca could engage her in conversation. Seizing the opportunity, Rebecca checked her phone for a

orld, her way of keeping her nightlife separate from her day life. Greg had not looked their way throughout the time she had danced. Rebecca hoped someone would tip generously. It was her first time dancing at a private club, and she didn't know what to e

y hurried footsteps approaching the bathroom. The door

surged through her. Quickly, she stepped onto the toilet seat, trying to make herself as inconspi

second, drawing closer to the third stall where she hid. Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, her breath s

ar the faint rustling of clothes and the creak of shoes on the

door, the commanding voice call

cca remained frozen for a moment, barely daring to breathe. Voices d

rson who had called out "Stink." The

ned in the air. Finally, everything quieted down. She heard the door open and then shut. Waiting until she was

m the close call. The restroom was eerily quiet. As she stepped out, she heard the muf

know when she screamed, but the sound left her mouth before she could realize what was happe

trying to make sense of the chaos tha

's eyes darted to the blood pooling on the floor behind him, thick and red. Swallowing hard, she tried

at him, it was the same voice that had called out "Stink". Rebecca k

entarily catching the man's attention. He glance

ly at her face. Rebecca's heart pounded, the reality of her situation crashed