Eleanor's POV
The world tilted as the man was violently ripped off me and thrown to the floor. He cursed, scrambling to his feet. "What the fuck?! I was just doing the job she requested! She paid for it!"
"Why the fuck would you think that?" I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and relief. "I never requested anything!"
Before he could respond, security finally arrived and dragged him away, his protests fading into the club's noise. My legs felt like jelly. I looked around, searching for Mira and Roxy, but they were gone.
All around me, the other women were in a frenzy, but not because of my near-assault. They were ecstatic, whispering and pointing.
"The VIP strippers are here!"
"I can't believe we're seeing them this close!"
"It's such an honor!"
Before I could even process my rescue, one of the masked men—the one who'd pulled the first stripper off me—took my hand. His grip was firm but not painful, and he began leading me away from the main floor.
