Chapter 7 SEVEN

KIRA]

As I stand in Ryat's office, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. The room is sleek and modern, with a stunning view of the city skyline.

But it's the man himself who makes me nervous. Ryat Vitale is even more intimidating in person, with piercing eyes and a chiseled jawline.

The door opens again and my nightmare of the month steps in. He is on a call and his voice is cold and ruthless. There's no evidence of the softness from earlier.

His eyes meet mine, and I feel like shrinking.

"You're here!" Chiara says, turning to her brother. "I was just showing Kira here your office. She'll be working with you from now on so be kind to her.”

Giving me one last hug, Chiara walked out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor.

"So, Kira," he says, his voice low and smooth, lacking any emotion. He walks over to his desk and takes a seat behind it. He opens his laptop and begins working. " I hear you are the new VIP hostess.”

"Yes, Mr. Vitale," I nod, trying my best to hide my trembling hands in my hoodie.

He stares at me for a while, like he has a question but is not sure whether or not to ask.

Finally he nods. "Very well then. With time Sofia will let you know the dos and don'ts here. I expect nothing but perfection.”

I force a smile, trying to seem comfortable . But inside, I'm screaming. How can I possibly seduce this man, when he makes me feel so small and insignificant?

He dismisses me, and I turn around and walk out of the office. Not long after, I spot Chiara. She is in a conversation with Sofia, but instantly rushes to me when I step out.

"What happened? How did it go?" She asks. Her eyes are filled with concern, like her brother would hurt me.

Well he actually would if he finds out about my mission. Kill me, to be precise

"He's..." I pause not knowing how to put it.

His presence feels so intimidating and scary. He always looks at me like he wishes to strangle me to death, and would actually do it if I mess with him. “Let's just say he's a strict boss,” I say, and my best friend nods like she understands.

"Will you love to start working tonight?" Sofia asks. Her voice is gentle and friendly. She looks like the perfect match for Chiara.

"Of course. I'd love to,” I say, gladly taking the opportunity for anything to get my mind off the suicide mission I'm embarking on.

"Alright then. I'll see you later baby.” She pulls me into a hug. She does the same to Sofia before turning around and sauntering off.

"Come with me. I'll brief you on everything before introducing you to those who are present,” Sofia says, pulling me along.

We move down the hallway, and into the elevator which takes us to another floor. This floor is a lot more different from the one which has Ryat's office.

Several women could be seen, some walking around, some just standing and conversing. Most of the girls are dressed in very revealing clothes. Some don't even have anything on.

It doesn't surprise me though. This isn't the first time I've seen women like this and I know exactly what they do. Hell, I also did that back in New York.

That was one of the reasons why the father refused to acknowledge me as his daughter. Andrei had told me it was nonsense. He told me that if father gave me the privileges I deserve then the job would have been uncalled for. But Andrei’s opinion is like lighting a candle under the sun.

She pulls me into what I assume is her office, and I can't help but stare at how beautiful it is. Sofia's office is a stunning contrast to the opulent, yet intimidating atmosphere of Ryat's domain. The room exudes warmth and sophistication, with a touch of femininity.

The walls are painted a soft, blush pink, complemented by creamy white trim and accents. The floor is made of rich, dark hardwood, and the furniture is an elegant blend of modern and antique pieces.

Her desk, a beautiful, curved piece of art, sits in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, offering a breathtaking view of the city. The desk is adorned with a few, selected items - a sleek, silver laptop, a crystal paperweight, and a framed photograph of Sofia and a few other girls.

The room is filled with plush, comfortable seating - a velvet sofa in a deep, berry red, and two armchairs in a soft, muted gold. The coffee table is a beautiful, ornate piece, adorned with a stunning floral arrangement.

The walls are adorned with artwork - a mix of paintings, prints, and photographs, all featuring strong, beautiful women. There's a sense of empowerment and femininity in the room, a stark contrast to the male-dominated world of Ryat's casino.

Sofia gestures for me to take a seat, and I do, feeling a sense of wonder at the beauty of her office. She smiles, noticing my gaze.

"I'm glad you like it," she says. "I wanted a space that reflects who I am - strong, yet feminine. Ryat doesn't really like it though.” She takes her seat behind her desk and opens a stack of papers.

"Why?" I ask, not like I really care, but if I have to seduce him then I'd better know much about him.

"Ryat doesn't like anything". She says with a shrug as she continues going through the papers. "Now, let's get down to business," she says. "I'll brief you on everything you need to know before introducing you to the others." She looks up at me handing me a folder.

"What's this?"

"Information on the most frequent VIP clients. It has their photos, names and preferences,” she explains. " So you'll work in the casino, and if there's need, both clubs.."

"Both clubs?" I interrupt

"Yeah. There's the nightclub and the strip club,” She informs me and I nod. " As I was saying, you'll work in all these three areas depending on how the program is drawn. Take note, some clients can be flirty so if you are uncomfortable with anything you are free to stop them.”

"I...don't understand,” I say, unable to wrap my head around whatever she was saying.

"What I'm trying to say is, we offer sexual services. Some of the girls you saw earlier are entertainers,” she says. The way she does her fingers at the last word tells me what I need to know. "Hostesses and waitresses are not compelled to. But the men will advance. Decline if you are uncomfortable.”

I let out a sigh at her words. She pulls out her phone, types on it before putting it to her ear. "Get everyone present in the assembly room ASAP.” She sounds so in control, I admire her.

She hangs up , drops the phone on the desk and stands. "Come let's go meet everyone “

As I follow Sofia out of her office, my mind races with the information she's just shared. I'm still trying to process the fact that I'll be working in a casino and two clubs, one of which is a strip club, and that some of the clients may expect sexual services. I feel a surge of anxiety at the thought of being propositioned or in uncomfortable situations.

We make our way to the assembly room, where at least two dozen women are already gathered. They turn to look at me as we enter, and I feel a sense of scrutiny.

Sofia takes me to the front so we are facing everyone.

Some are dressed assortedly, some in lingerie, while others in what I assume to be their uniform.

"So everyone, this is Kira and she'll be joining us as the new VIP hostess. I expect everyone to make her feel welcome.” Her voice stern yet soft.

As we take our seats, Sofia begins to explain the details of our roles and responsibilities. She emphasizes the importance of providing exceptional customer service, and ensuring that our clients feel valued and entertained.

Next she confirms that everyone has seen the program sent to the group chat. I'm also instantly added to the group chat.

Going through the program, I realize I'm to work at the Casino tonight.

Throughout the briefing, I can't help but think about Ryat, and the intimidating presence he exudes. I wonder how I'll be able to seduce him, especially given his cold and ruthless demeanor.

As the meeting concludes, Sofia introduces me to the other women, each with their own unique personality and style.

There's Jasmine, the lead entertainer at the strip club; Maria, a seasoned VIP hostess; and several others who work in various roles throughout the casino and clubs.

As we mingle and chat, I begin to feel a sense of camaraderie with the women. They're all friendly and welcoming, and I start to feel more at ease in my new environment.

But as I glance around the room, I can't help but wonder what secrets they might be hiding. What are their stories, and how did they end up working here?

Deciding to make that none of my business, I follow Raylee, another hostess, and one of the girls I saw in the picture on Sofia's desk, so I could get ready.

When we get to the changing room several other people are there getting ready. I see that they don't have a problem getting naked around each other so I do the same.

Raylee picks up a red dress and turns to me. "Here. Change into this and let's get going, “ Raylee says, dropping it on the large bed in the room.

I get out of my jeans and hoodie and slip into the red dress. I stare at the mirror at my reflection. The dress is blood red in color and barely touches my mid thigh. It has spaghetti straps, and shows off more cleavage than I would like to show.

I slip on a pair of high Louis Vuitton shoes and apply some lipstick. I style my hair letting it fall across my shoulders. Raylee lends me some of her jewelry. A red crystal necklace and some bracelets.

"Are you ready?" She asks when I hand her the lipstick. I stare at her and fuck , if I was a man, I'll definitely salivate over her body. She's got a round ass and full boobs which look like they'll spill out of her dress. Her lips are painted red and her chestnut brown hair is pulled up in a ponytail exposing her smooth neck.

She's so beautiful and her ass sways from side to side as she walks ahead of me. A small channel purse crossed across her shoulder, hanging elegantly at her side

We enter the elevator and go to the floor where the casino is located. As the elevator doors open, the sound of clinking glasses, laughter, and the soft hum of conversation fills the air. We step out into the vibrant atmosphere of the casino, and I'm immediately struck by the sheer scale and opulence of the room.

The flashing lights of the slot machines, the soft glow of the poker tables, and the elegant chandeliers all blend together to create a sense of luxury and excess.

Raylee leads me through the crowds, nodding and smiling at familiar faces as we make our way to the VIP area. I can feel several eyes on us, taking in our dresses, our hair, and our confident strides.

I try to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the task at hand: getting to know the clients and making them feel welcome.

As we enter the VIP lounge, I'm immediately struck by the luxurious decor and the high-end clientele.

The room is filled with plush couches, marble tables, and a stunning bar that seems to stretch on forever. The patrons are all dressed to impress, sipping on expensive cocktails and chatting with the other hostesses.

Raylee takes my hand and leads me over to Ryat, who's standing by the bar, sipping on a glass of scotch. "Boss this is Kira, our new VIP hostess," she says, her voice confident and smooth.

Ryat turns to me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in my appearance. I can feel his gaze like a physical touch, and I try to meet it head-on, refusing to back down.

"Oh, I already know her, " he says finally, his voice low and smooth. Great! He just decided to act like we don't know each other, not like he's been doing otherwise lately. "I trust you're ready to get started?"

I nod, trying to hide my nerves. "Yes, of course," I say, my voice steady.

Ryat nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good. Raylee will show you the ropes. Just remember, our clients are our top priority. Make sure they're happy, and you'll do just fine."

I nod again, feeling a surge of determination. I'm going to make this work, no matter what it takes.

As Ryat walks off, Raylee pulls my hand over to the bar where two girls are seated chatting. They look up upon noticing us.

"Ray, I thought you'd be up the pole tonight,” the one with freckles says and Raylee rolls her eyes. She turns me to the crowd and gestures towards a man seated at a poker table.

"That's Mr Lorenzo. He's a regular,” She says and gives

me a thumbs up. " Good luck."

I pick up the drink that one of the women behind at the bar had prepared and head off to meet my first client