The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

ASTRA

The club was called Nocturne.

It looked like any other abandoned warehouse from the outside, faded bricks, dim lights, a single heavy metal door guarded by two massive men in black suits. But the moment I stepped inside after giving the password the boss had sent, everything changed.

A hostess in a tight black dress and mask led me through a narrow hallway, then down a flight of stairs. The air grew thicker. warmer, filled with the scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and something darker.

We stopped in front of a sleek black door.

The hostess knocked once.

“Come in.”

I stepped into a surprisingly luxurious office. Dark wood panels, leather chairs, a large desk with monitors showing differen camera feeds of the club. Behind the desk sat a stout, middle-aged man with a thick gold chain around his neck and a cigar between his fingers. His eyes were sharp and greedy.

He stood up slowly, smiling.

“You must be Astra,” he said, voice oily. “I’m Pablo. Manager of Nocturne.”

He walked around the desk and looked me up and down without shame. His hand came up, touching my arm, then sliding down to my waist, squeezing slightly.

“Very pretty,” he murmured, eyes lingering on my chest and then moving behind me to stare at my backside. “Nice full hips… big tits. You’ll reel them in nicely.”

I felt sick. I wanted to run.

Pablo chuckled at my expression.

“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll do fine.” He snapped his fingers. “Monica!”

A woman appeared almost immediately, tall, curvy, wearing a skimpy bright red dress that barely covered her ass, heavy makeup, and bright red lipstick. She was chewing gum loudly, like it was her lifeline,

“Take her to the girls and get her ready,” Pablo ordered.

Monica gave me a once-over and smirked. “Come on, honey.”

She led me through more hallways. The music grew louder, the bass vibrating through the walls. We entered a large dressing room filled with chaos.

Over twenty women were inside, some completely naked, some half-dressed, laughing, cursing, applying makeup in front of brightly lit mirrors. The air smelled like perfume, hairspray, and sweat.

“Listen up, bitches!” Monica called out. “New girl, Her name’s Astra. Be nice to her.”

The women turned, eyeing me up and down. A few whistled.

“Nice to meet you!”

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Chapter 92

“How old is she?”

I wanted the ground to swallow me.

Monica pulled me to the end of the room where there was an empty station with a mirror. She went to a big closet and pulled out a dress.

It was a sheer black babydoll-style mini dress, very short, deep plunging neckline, and completely see-through in certain lighting. It would barely cover my ass.

“Strip,” Monica said bluntly. “Everything off.”

My hands shook as I obeyed, covering my breasts with my arms the moment I was naked. The women catcalled and teased.

“Aww, she’s shy!”

“Look at that body though, thick as hell!”

Monica helped me into the dress. The fabric was thin and clingy. My full cleavage spilled out, the hem rode up my thighs. and every movement made it feel like I was one wrong step away from being completely naked.

She curled my hair more, added heavy mascara, rouge on my cheeks, and glossy red lipstick.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.

I looked… pretty but cheap. Like a high-end hooker.

Monica whistled. “Damn, girl. You’re blessed and you’re gonna make bank tonight.

I felt tears burning my eyes.

She grabbed my arm gently. “Come on, honey. Time to work.”

The main floor was overwhelming.

Red lighting, pulsing music, plush booths where men and women were openly touching, kissing, having full on sex. Strippers danced on poles, bodies glistening. Waitresses in tiny outfits moved between tables carrying trays.

Monica handed me a tray of drinks.

“Rules are simple,” she said quickly. “No one forces you. Customers can request private time or lap dances and you can say yes or no. Be seductive, smile, flirt. Good tips come from making them feel special. You’ll be fine.”

Tears filled my eyes. I tried to blink them back.

Monica noticed and squeezed my shoulder.

“Hey… breathe. First night is always the hardest. Just survive tonight. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. Okay?”

I nodded shakily, but the tears still fell.

Monica gave my shoulder one last squeeze before pushing me gently toward the main floor.

My legs felt like jelly on the ridiculously high stilettos they’d given me. I walked like a newborn calf, wobbly, uncertain, every step threatening to send me crashing down. The sheer dress rode up with every movement and my breasts strained against the plunging neckline, threatening to spill out with each shaky breath.

I had never felt more exposed in my life.

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The music pulsed loud and heavy. Red lights cast everything in a sinful glow. I gripped the tray tighter, trying not to drop the glasses as I approached one of the larger VIP booths.

A group of four older men sat there, laughing loudly, with two scantily dressed women draped over them. The men looked wealthy, expensive watches, tailored shirts unbuttoned at the collar. Their eyes immediately locked onto me as I approached.

I stopped in front of their table, tray shaking so badly the glasses clinked together.

“G-good evening,” I stammered, voice barely audible over the music. “W-what can I get for you?”

One of the men, a bald guy with a goldq teeth, leaned back and openly stared at my chest.

“Damn, fresh meat tonight,” he laughed. “Look at those tits. They’re about to fall out, sweetheart.”

I felt my face burn with humiliation. My hands trembled harder as I tried to steady the tray.

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