Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
When I’m in the office, I take out the clothes I brought to change into and try to remember everything Shelby told me. After I’ve changed and stuffed my regular clothes back in my bag, I walk out and see Tony standing by the door.
He takes one look at my outfit and then lets out a low whistle. “Damn, girl, you play your cards right and I’ll make sure you don’t go home empty-handed.”
I’m already nervous, and he’s not helping, but I do my best to ignore him as he stares at all the places my bare skin is showing.
“Since this is your first time, I’ll go over the rules. Number one, the people watching will pay you to do stuff. If they pay you to do it, you do it. No refunds. Got it?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, so I listen. “Number two, they can’t touch you without your permission. Number three, the store gets twenty percent of your earnings.”
Thankfully, these are all the same things Shelby said, so I’m at least somewhat prepared for what he’s told me.
“Number four,” he continues, but Shelby didn’t tell me there was a fourth rule. “If you wanna fuck, you can take them to the office where there’s a camera. People have to pay extra to watch.”
Tony goes over to a heavy curtain at the back of the store, and I’m left standing there thinking about how I just got undressed in his office. I guess people are about to see all of it anyway, so I follow after him.
What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Two
ZADIE
I can’t see much in front of me as Tony walks ahead and blocks out everything with his bulk. By the time he stops, there’s a spotlight in my eyes, and I literally can’t see two feet past where I’m standing.
“We’ve got fresh meat on the menu tonight, boys,” Tony announces, and to my surprise, several people cheer.
Oh no, what have I done? Shelby said there would only be like five people tops, but it sounds like twenty. Maybe I’m just freaking out because I’ve never been naked in front of anyone, and I’m about to show my virgin body off to a room full of strangers.
Music begins to play, and it’s the kind you’d hear in a strip club. Part of me wonders why they don’t just go to a strip club if that’s what they want, but maybe this is more intimate? At least it feels that way for me even though I can’t see the crowd.
“Keep your hands to yourselves and toes behind the line. Everybody got it?” Tony calls out, and once again a shockingly large number of men respond.
Beside me is a chair that reminds of the ones in a beauty shop. It’s high off the ground and leans back, but there’s a place to put your legs like at the doctor’s office. My heartbeat is picking up, and I swallow hard, trying to think of a way to get out of this.
All I wanted to do was make a little money so that Rosco wouldn’t have to work so much. He’s taken care of me my whole life, and I didn’t know another way to give back. This was going to be easy money for one night of taking off my clothes, but now I’m starting to regret listening to Shelby.
Tony turns around and glances over my body one more time before grinning. “Get on up. Time starts when your ass is in the seat,” he says, and then he’s gone.
Directly in front of the seat are where the men are seated, but the spotlights are too bright and too close for me to see them. All I can see is a red line on the floor that must be the one Tony said for them not to cross. Against the wall is a clock with a countdown, and below that is a screen with a total. From what Shelby said, I’ll be able to see when money is added as time runs out.
I guess the sooner I get in the chair, the sooner I can get this over with. I have no idea if I’ll make any money tonight, but I’ve come this far, and I don’t think Tony is going to let me back out.
Climbing into the chair, I have to wiggle around a bit to get comfortable and then figure out how to put my feet in the stirrup things. I’m already feeling exposed with my feet apart, but dressing up like a schoolgirl might have been the wrong choice. My skirt is so short that I have to keep my knees tight together as I sit back under the bright lights.
“Fuck, she’s a beauty,” I hear someone say, and I close my eyes.
My cheeks heat from embarrassment and maybe even a tiny bit because nobody has ever called me beautiful. One time I asked Rosco if he thought I was pretty, and all he did was give me a look like I was dumb.