Blackmailed for Lust (Erotica)

Dahlia's night was just starting, yet her whole body felt tired as well as her mind.

She looked at the whole club and there she saw the gradual increase of people who only wanted one in this place.

Some people go for a wilder night than they'd have at the local dive bar, some go to look at some bangin' bodies they'd otherwise have zero access to, and some go hoping to fall in love with their future wife.

And in her case, she can tell that most of them just want to have their one sensual night with her to satisfy their sexual innuendos.

Dahlia started working at Wild Rover for about two months, the same day her grandmother was hospitalized, and to this day she is still confined.

Wild Rover is essentially a cozy neighborhood dive bar, but with naked ladies. The dancers were exceptionally diverse-every ethnicity, body type, and educational background was represented.

Unfortunately, the place was run by a mega-douchebag named Angelo Tan-a red-faced, testosterone junkie who managed the club like an oppressive dictator.

The clientele was mainly businessmen and college students-an interesting mix of big spenders and frat boys.

She thought this was a perfect place for her, but she was wrong.

And she has no choice.

She just shrugged and headed to the counter where Olive was. In the distance, she could clearly see her looking at her while smiling. 

Good thing that she met her. Otherwise, she may not be able to hold on long ago -- because this is almost a job that needs to sell her dignity.

"Babe, didn't you have an exam today? I thought you wouldn't come tonight," Olive greeted her as she finished mixing the hard drinks to be served to the guests.

The tip of Dahlia's lip lifted and sighed tiredly.

"The exam is easy. What a waste of the day if I don't come in," she replied to her and sat in the high chair for a while, while slowly eating from exhaustion.

"You should rest a bit, Dah. Your day will be wasted when you get sick more. It's still your loss," Olive suggested.

Dahlia just smirked.

She knew she was for her good, because she knew what she had experienced in the past few weeks. After all, their exams are one after the other and the finals are next week.

In the morning, she has to wake up early to prepare for university and in the evening, she goes straight here. Only when there are no guests occasionally can she have the opportunity to review her studies.

Both her mind and body are like hamsters thrown on rollers, running 24 hours a day. But she can't rest just because she's wasting her time doing nothing – and she's not making any money by resting.

"I'm fine, Olive, believe me. You know me," Dahlia told her and stood up, and then took the tray with only wines.

Today, their "super tasteful" boss ordered all of