DAY 4

"Hey. Come in" Gianna breathed, moving aside so I could enter her room. I walked into the yellow colored room, and gasped.

"Woah" I inhaled, this room was far different from mine. There's nothing simple about it. Everything in this room is yellow and so flashy.

"You use these?" I asked Gianna, running my hands through the leather cuffs and whips (all in yellow color)

"Yes I do. I guess you're wondering why my room is different from yours" she said, sitting comfortably on her bed and looking through a magazine.

"Uhh yes. Mine is kinda simple" I stated, looking around. "Come sir with me and I can explain. You have all day to look around my room" she giggled, gesturing at the bed.

Gianna is the girl I met in the bathroom yesterday. We introduced ourselves, and she said she was once an intern like me. At first I was confused, because I'm no intern.

I asked her what she meant, and she promised to tell me more today. After showering and getting dressed this morning, I located her bedroom and here we are.

"Uh okay" I shrugged, joining her on the bed. "Originally, i started here temporarily. Like you, I stripped for ten days and agreed to join permanently. That was why I called myself an intern yesterday" she started, closing the magazine she was reading.

"I was given a simple room like you too. And I was later allowed to design it, anyway I liked. I decided to upgrade it a little bit. It's nice right?" She asked, placing her hands out as if she was presenting something.

"It is really nice. I don't like bright colors, but what you did with your room is exceptional." I complimented, smiling at her.

"Awww thank you Tesoro." She cooed, patting her cheeks. "Uhh so, about this intern stuff." I started

"What about it?" She asked, raising her brows.

"Can you tell me more about it?" I pleaded, wanting more answers. (Might as well make her open up to me. I might even get answers on Vivica and Tiffany)

"Ohh sure. I was brought here for ten days like you. And I was given the opportunity to leave or stay after ten days. That's how girls are employed here. Didn't you know?" She asked, looking at my confused state.

"Uhh I don't think I'm like you guys. I'm filling in for someone temporarily. And when she returns after ten days, I'll be out" I explained

"Oh? Who exactly are you filling for?" She asked

"Uh Vivica. You should know her. She said she was pretty famous" I chuckled, stopping when I saw her awestruck expression.

"Vi_vivica?" She gasped. "What's wrong?" I asked her, confused at her behavior. "Vivica doesn't work here anymore. She left after Tiffany ruined her reputation here!!" Gianna exclaimed.

"What do you mean? Vivica left for a ten days trip to Belgium. She'll be back after ten days" I argued, scrunching up my face.

"Niente melanina. Vivica non lavora più qui. Ha smesso. Non riusciva a trattenere la pressione!!" She explained (no Melanin. Vivica doesn't work here anymore. She quit. She couldn't hold the pressure)

"What pressure? What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, my eyes wide as I tried to grasp what she just told me.

"You understand Italian?" She gasped, "Can you answer me and forget about that shit?" I voiced out, almost snapping.

"Sorry sorry. I was just surprised is all. As I was saying,Vivica non ci ha detto quando ha smesso. Eravamo buoni amici, ma mi ha escluso quando sono successe tutte queste cose. Rocco mi ha detto solo dopo che se n'è andata, che porteranno una nuova persona." She continued her explanation (Vivica didn't tell us when she quit. We were good friends, but she shut me out when all these happened. Rocco only told me after she quit, that they'll be bringing in a new person.)

"So you're saying Vivica doesn't work here anymore?" I asked, trying to take everything in. "Yes that is exactly what I'm saying" she answered, nodding her head.

"Okay. Umm so what happened between her and Tiffany?" I asked, wanting to know more. "Tiffany has been here, way longer before Vivica and I started stripping.Mentre eravamo solo le nuove ragazze, Tiffany era una professionista e la spogliarellista più ricercata." Gianna continued

(While we were just the new girls, Tiffany was a pro and the most sought out stripper.)

"We adored her. We would always do things together. We didn't know she was using us. All she ever wanted was to be the star. Ci diceva sempre di rifiutare qualsiasi sessione privata con i clienti e di indirizzarli a lei." She chuckled darkly. (She would always tell us to turn down any private sessions with customers, and refer them to her.)

"If we ask why, she would say;Siete entrambi speciali. Non vorrei che questi uomini pervertiti ti toccassero comunque. Lo sto facendo per proteggerti. We didn't know she was actually doing it so she would be more famous, and we'll remain behind her as long as we worked her for"

(You both are special. I wouldn't want these perverted men, touching you anyhow. I'm doing this to protect you.)

"Oh wow, that's fucked up" I muttered, (this Tiffany is really one of those cliche high school bitches) "I agree" Gianna said chuckling.

"So what happened?" I urged her to continue. "Well we didn't know what she was doing, so we continued doing as she said. We continued for a while until, Rocco called both of us privately" Gianna continued

"Non potrò mai dimenticare quel giorno. Vivica ed io eravamo così spaventati che non potevamo nemmeno esibirci correttamente." She chuckled (I can never forget that day. Vivica and I were so scared, we couldn't even perform properly.)

"What did her tell you guys?" I asked, impatiently. "patience Tesoro" she whispered, (if only it were that easy)

"Rocco told us to get our shits together, else he'll fire us. We argued with him. We told him that Tiffany is trying to help. After explaining to him, Sai cosa ha fatto?" She asked, and I shaked my head. (How the fuck was I supposed to know?)

(Do you know what he did?) "The bastard laughed. He laughed so hard, tears were spilling uncontrollably from his eyes. Vivica and I just sat in front of him, staring confusedly"

"He told us we were not the first. He said and I quote; 'Apri gli occhi e ci vediamo idioti. Sta cercando di rubare i tuoi riflettori. Vuole la fama per se stessa. Si sentiva minacciata da voi ragazzi. Lo fa con ogni persona nuova. Sta a te, non cadere vittima.'" She continued her explanation, her face contorting in pain.

(Open your eyes and see you idiots. She's trying to steal your spotlights. She wants the fame to herself. She felt threatened by you guys. She does this to every new person. It's up to you, not to fall victim.)

"Woah, what a bitch" I whispered, hating Tiffany every single second that passes. "I know right? I have never felt so stupid like I did that day. From then, Vivica and I rebelled against her" she stated, smiling slightly

"We started doing things our way. Making our decisions. Soon enough, Vivica and I were back in the game. Vivica always got the most customers, but I didn't mind being second or third. But, Tiffany did" she said, picking at her nails.

"She started doing petty things to hurt Vivica. Like vandalizing her room, stealing her customers, and turning the other girls against her. She tried it with me, but I wasn't ready to leave my only bestfriend alone" she said, her voice low.

"She took it far. She___oh my God. Anytime I try to remember, I feel so much hate and pain. Vivica went through a lot." She let out a loud painful sob.

"What happened?" I enquired

"È stata violentata da un cliente. Tiffany l'ha pianificato. ne ero sicuro. Nessuno però mi ha creduto, nemmeno Rocco. Vivica shut me out after that. No one could grieve with her. She was alone and hurt. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't allow me in" she continued, her tears flowing down her face.

(She was raped by a customer. Tiffany planned it. I was sure of it. No one believed me though, not even Rocco.) "oh my God" I whispered, my nose stinging as I pitied Vivica.

"She didn't stop there. La cagna ha fatto un video. Ha fatto riprodurre il video al ragazzo davanti a tutti i presenti nel club. Vivica se ne andò poco dopo." She sniffled, and I gasped wondering how cruel a person can be.

(The bitch made a video. She made the guy play the video in front of everyone present in the club. Vivica quit shortly after.)

"I couldn't help my bestfriend. I couldn't do anything. I confronted Tiffany, but I didn't have any evidence so I ended up making a fool of myself." She muttered, wiping her cheeks.

"You tried all you could Gianna. Vivica would always appreciate your efforts. Do you guys still talk?" I asked, and she let out another sob.

"No. She changed her number. I tried contacting her, to apologize and see how she's fairing but to no avail." She cried out.

"Shhh it's alright. I'll let you have her number. I'm so sorry you guys had to go through that" I whispered, hugging her.

I let her cry on my shoulder, while I took everything she told me in. (So This was why Vivica's mood changed when I asked about Tiffany the other day)

Knowing all these, didn't change the fact that I was deceived though. I mean I understand why she had to leave, but did they have to lie to me? How many people knew about this?

Did Rose know? Rocco definitely knows, because it's his club after all. "What are you thinking?" Gianna asked, breaking away from our hug.

"Uhh, I just don't understand why they had to lie to me. I feel deceived. I need to talk to Rocco." I explained. To which she nodded.

"I don't know why they had to lie. But please be careful Melanin. Tiffany è molto pericolosa. E so che proverebbe a venire per te. Solo stai attento." She said, taking my hands into hers. (Tiffany is very dangerous. And I know she would try to come for you. Just be careful.)

"Of course. I'll stay away from her. See you later in the evening Gianna. Thanks for telling me all these" I said, squeezing her hands.

"Avevi bisogno di sapere bello. Vieni a trovarmi più tardi, hai ancora bisogno di un giro nella mia stanza no?" She asked, making me laugh. (You needed to know beautiful. Do come and visit me later, You still need a tour around my room no?)

"You're right I need a tour." I chuckled, walking out of my room. Immediately weaving through the hallway, I passed the door that led to Rocco's office.

Not bothering to knock, I yanked the door open closing it with a loud bang. "Did you know?" I asked, fuming when he slowly dropped his pen and crossed his fingers together.

"What's the meaning of this Melanin? You should be getting ready for your dance" He asked, his expression calm but I knew deep down, he was pissed. "You heard me. I asked if you knew alongside Vivica, that I'm an intern or whatever it's called " I spat, and immediately his calm expression wavered.

"Sit down, Melanin" he said, pointing at the chair in front of him. "Do not fucking tell me what to do and answer me." I yelled, glaring at him.

"Ascoltami moccioso. Mi obbedirai e ti metterai a sedere o ci saranno conseguenze comprese?" He growled, banging his hand on the table. (Listen to me you brat. You will obey me, and sit your ass down or there will be consequences understood?)

I flinched, at the tone of this voice. Still glaring at him, I took a sit in the chair. With a smirk, he said; "Brava ragazza, non è stato così difficile, vero?" And I glared harder. (Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?)

"So what was it you were saying?" He asked, pretending like he didn't hear me the other time. "I asked if you knew that Vivica lied to me" I repeated, my glare still in place.

"Yes I did." He confirmed, leaning back on his chair and crossing his legs. "And you didn't think it would be nice to I don't know, tell me?" I asked

"It wasn't my place to tell Melanin. It was Vivica's. I don't get to be blamed. If that's all, please get out of my office" he explained, resuming his paper work. (Rude!!)

Not knowing how to reply, I stood up and walked to his door. "Next time you barge into my office like that, I won't be so kind to offer you a seat" he cleared his throat, and I nodded walking out of his office. (I feel stupid)

Throughout my dance that night, I couldn't concentrate. I danced well, but my mind was disoriented. I kept thinking about everything.

Should I really blame Vivica? I wouldn't have listened to her, if she said the truth. She has been through a lot and I pity her. But still, I'll have to call her and have a chat with her tomorrow.

POOR VIVICA IS IT ME, OR DOES ANYOTHER PERSON HATE TIFFANY?

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