Dressed in the sluttiest outfit Ari could find in her closet, the new Nightclub Hostess enters the neon-lighted building in a fitted, sparkly mini dress paired with five-inch stilettos that perfectly flaunt her voluptuous curves. She embellished the outfit with gold jewelry and a faux fur jacket. With the help of Mina's amazing artistic skills, Ari's hair and makeup was heavily styled to enhance the typical party-girl look which consisted of smoky eye shadow, long lashes, rosy cheeks, glossy pink lips, and voluminous curls.
The new girl blended right in as she made her way into the establishment that was heavily decorated with lush elements and flashing lights. There were individual tables and booths all around the building for each group of guests to enjoy the girl's services along with alcohol and light appetizers. There was even a DJ and a big dance floor while a few security guards were stationed around the building to ensure safety rules.
All eyes are on Ari as she begins the night accompanying a group of patrons. Many of the guys nearby were unable to divert their attention away from the nightclub hostess. Charmed by her beauty and the plump size of her chest, she quickly became popular.
While the customers felt that way, many of her female coworkers there didn't feel the same. They were losing their customer's interest and that could only mean one thing–they're losing money. Ari became a hindrance for them.
The new hostess is well aware of all the attention she's getting. She forces herself to maintain a bubbly and flirty persona. It was easy work since all she did was sit and chat with the customers while serving them drinks. Unfortunately, she didn't like the fact that they were trying too hard to flirt with her and even tried to get a little touchy.
Some men were unruly, while others were harmless. As the night goes on, the new employee doubts that she'll be interested in coming back tomorrow because she felt uncomfortable for acting so playful and interested in them when all she wants is to go home and lay in bed.
Before the night is coming to an end, Ari is requested to meet with a new group of patrons at a private room. The rooms are meant for karaoke sessions; however, alcohol can motivate men to act inappropriately. She originally declines, recognizing that potential danger. Seeing some of the girls who were hostile towards her earlier this evening giggling behind her back didn't quite motivate her to go either.
However, she eventually succumbs to the suggestion after some bribing and begging from her boss. The manager promises to give her an extra bonus if she decides to go.
Her colleagues argue in disbelief.
"What the fuck, Mr. Shin!" one of the girls yells, disgust visible in her expression "We've been here longer than she has but why haven't you ever offered us an extra bonus?"
Mr. Shin ignores the riled ladies stomping in their four and five inch heels. Their hate-filled eyes didn't scare him either. All he wants is to have Ari go inside that private room so he won't get trouble from those rich customers.
The offer doubles.
Seeing the hostile girls angry and jealous boosted up Ari's ego. Unable to decline the chance to earn more money, she finally agrees.
Along with three other coworkers, the girls were directed through a double-door that was guarded by two burly security guards. While walking through the long, private hallway, Mr. Shin informs them that their guests were very rich businessmen who frequented the establishment for many years; therefore, they should treat the VIPs well.
Soon, they arrived at the decently sized room lit with a disco ball and a large flat screen TV. There were leather seats on each side of the available wall with a long table centered in the middle filled with various appetizers and liquor bottles.
The patrons, who Ari has never met before, consist of four middle aged men dressed in fancy business suits. The hostess is quickly filled with regret when one of the men leers at her—almost drooling. His eyes were filled with bad intentions as he looked her up and down, carefully analyzing every inch of her youthful body wrapped in the revealing outfit.
Ari wishes she hadn't come in, but it was already too late. Mr. Oh had heard about her popularity and especially wanted her company, so she was forced to sit next to him.
When only the girls remain with the patrons, loud music blasts throughout the closed room while colorful lights flash vividly from the top of the ceiling. Drunk with alcohol and the companionship of beautiful women, the lively men each grab a mic and begin singing.
Their singing skills and personality were terrible. They made dirty and inappropriate jokes towards the girls and constantly teased them. The other men had successively touched, kissed, or even groped her coworkers. Although acting shy, the girls seemed like they didn't mind the skinskip even though those sneaky hands were clawing at their breasts and ass.
Ari watches in disgust. This was what she feared the most. She moves farther away from her patron, praying that it wouldn't happen to her too. To prevent it from happening, she begins pouring ridiculous amounts of drinks to him and distracts him with singing.
Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop him.
As the perverted man consumes more alcohol, Mr. Oh became more cocky. It was obvious that he was craving a little extra service out of her despite Ari keeping a safe distance away from him. He would purposely lean on her in order to touch or hug her.
The anxious new employee ducks and dodges every opportunity, making him angry. However, she ultimately loses when his hand sneaks underneath the hem of her dress and brushes against her inner thighs. He was just inches away from reaching her most intimate area.
Ari loses her cool. She pushes the drunk fifty-something year old man away and rises from her seat, ready to leave. This must have been what the other girls were giggling about. They already knew that he was a customer who should be avoided at all cost due to his nasty intentions.
Feeling rejected, the obnoxious man gets up and pulls on Ari's wrist to stop her. "Stop playing hard to get, you fake bitch!" he yells, resentful. "Don't you fucking know who I am?! If you leave now, I won't pay for your service at all!"
"Screw you!" Ari yells back and yanks her hand away, offended by his filthy words. "Keep your dirty money!"
Due to his wealth and influence, no woman in this industry would dare to reject him. Furious that he was rejected once again, he catches her arm—this time he makes sure to tighten his grip.
"Whoa there, Mr. Oh," the other men cheer on to support their colleague even though he was clearly in the wrong. "Don't let her treat you like that! Teach that bitch a lesson!"
"Let go!" Ari demands. Her arm was starting to hurt. Every second associated with this creep was making her lose her sanity.
Mr. Oh didn't comply. Instead, he pulls her in towards his body. His beer belly brushes against her flat stomach while her ample breasts rub against his chest. Aroused by the light touch, he gropes her ass hard and leans forward to attack her face with his mouth.
Ari screams and turns her head away to avoid him. She attempts to break free, but Mr. Oh is so drunk and strong that he continues to violate the side of her face and neck feverishly. Disgusted by the awful situation, she uses her stiletto's heel to stomp on his foot and slaps him across the face—making him lose balance and fall into the leather sofa.
"Argh!" He groans, surprised by the sudden attack.
Everybody's jaw drops as they witness the scene, stunned that someone would dare to defy him. While they scramble to help their drunk friend, the troubled hostess takes the opportunity to run out the room.
Ari knew she messed up but she wasn't ashamed of doing that. If anything, she wishes she actually kicked him harder.
After hiding in the bathroom stall for a while to cool down, the troubled hostess came out of the bathroom only to see the reflection of that pervert again.
A wide, sinister grin plastered on his stupid face, instantly scaring her. Mr. Oh grabs her hands and drops to his knees.
"You! You are my muse!" he suddenly proclaims as his eyes spark with fascination.
Ari was confused, "What the fuck?!"
"I've never felt such excitement before in all my life! Please, slap me again! Beat me up! Tie me down and punish me, baby!"
"Crazy bastard!" Ari yanks her hand away, appalled by his twisted desires. Once freed from his tight grip, she ran towards the exit.
The now sobered patron follows behind her closely while laughing hysterically knowing that he had the upper hand since he knew the building layout very well. Even if there were to be witnesses nearby, they knew better to turn a blind eye towards this despicable crisis.
If only Ari wasn't dressed in an uncomfortable outfit and running in five inch heels, then she would have gotten away from him. Unfortunately, this workplace requires a strict dress code—"to look as sexy as possible". Soon, Mr. Oh catches up to her. He grabs onto a fistful of her dark brown hair aggressively and forces her to face him.
"C'mon, baby! Hit me again!" he demands, frustrated that she is still disobedient to the very end.
"No!" she cries, terrified. "Get away from me, you fucking psycho!"
"Fine! If you don't want to hit me, then I'll do it to you!"
Whack!
A sharp pain spread through Ari's left cheek. For a split second, her vision blurred. Working here was a bad idea after all.
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