Page 39 of Her Last Audition


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It’s probably about half an hour before the door opens again. At the sound of the lock, the girls all scramble to pose, and I take note of their positions around the room, draped over the few pieces of furniture posing. Jaime quickly shoves me slightly behind her.

“Don’t just sit there, look sexy, but stay behind me so you’re less visible,” she whispers as the door opens and she plasters a huge, seductive smile on her face.

“Welcome,” Reyne steps forward, her long dark hair swaying along with her body as she steps forward toward the three men that entered. All of them look to be middle-aged and dressed in suits. “Please, come in, and make yourself at home.”

Reyne takes the arm of one man, leading him forward. She holds a hand out at the rest of us draped over the centrepiece.

“Gentleman, please take your pick.”

My body is frozen with fear as the men move around the room, flirting and pinching the girls who smile back as though they want to be there. I stay still, sitting on the back of the seat with my legs crossed and a smile on my face that I’m sure shows the fear I feel inside.

“Never fucked a chick with silver hair.” I feel a hand trail over my long locks, and I try to move in vain, immobilized by the fear of the man reaching for me. He steps in front of me and the pungent smell of his cologne almost makes me gag. Before I can throw up on him, Mark steps up.

“That one isn’t available today,” he says, and I look at him with shock. Jaime seems to take this as her queue and steps forward, putting a hand on the client's chest.

“Silver hair ain’t shit on what I’ll give you, honey,” she tells him, leaning forward and claiming his mouth. My eyes widen as I watch her kiss him, watch as his pants tent larger than before.

“Damn,” he says as she releases him with a chuckle, taking his hand in hers. She catches my eye briefly with a small smile and I wish I could thank her, tell her she didn’t need to do that, but really, I’m so beyond grateful it’s not me.

Mark steps up and I have to resist the urge to take a step back myself, but at least out of all of the guards, he seems to be the kindest.

“Boss’ orders,” he tells me. “Until further notice, you’re meant to be for entertainment only.”

He nods toward the small stage and I feel my face pale.

“So, I just…dance?”

He shrugs. “All I know is you’re not to be touched.”

A few minutes later, it’s only me and Liz, a pretty blonde with a young face, left.

Closing my eyes, I send a silent prayer as I step up to the platform and wait for the next round of clients.

Atlas, please hurry.

22

Kinsey

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Waitingto be taken to The Middle over the next few days seems harder than the first. I thought, not knowing would be worse, but knowledge doesn’t seem to make this any better.

So far, my relative purity remains intact. For now.

Except for Atlas.

I try to tell myself that doesn’t count.

Knowing that we’re sitting here and waiting to be chosen, no, chosen implies choice. Waiting to begivento random men to do with what they please…it’s the strangest feeling of helplessness.

As we go through the routine of bathing and preparing, I observe the other girls more closely. Before, they were somehow abstract. Vague shadows of people that were so different from me it didn’t bear notice. Now, it seems I’m one of them.

It quickly became apparent that Jaime and Reyne are the ringleaders of the tiny group. Liz told me in hushed voices when the other girls had clients how she heard one of the guards saying it's the most two men can manage, so they keep the group of girls small.

As I sit on the plush seating in The Middle, I wonder how many other rooms this place has, owned by the Iron Elite. How many groups of six girls exist waiting to be sold. Borrowed.Owned.

“How are you feeling?” Jaime asks me as soon as the door is closed and we’re alone. I know we’re being watched, listened to, and I can’t really say what I’d truly like to.

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