The Address

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It had a week since that first shift. I read over the crumpled paper note.

*phone number* Call in case of an emergency. Don't call it if not.

*phone number* Call for transportation. 

*address*  Arrive here next Friday at nine. Wear something nice.

- B.C.

It was Friday. I was wearing a sexy dress.

 I was wearing a sexy dress

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 I sighed, I looked good. I called the second number listed. 

"Is this (y/n)?" Asked a smooth, deep voice.

"Um, yes."

"Good. I know where to take you. Tell me your address and I'll pick you up."

I told him my address.

"Alright, I'll be outside your complex in twenty minutes."

And then he hung up before I could ask questions.

I spent the next thirty minutes worrying, and when a gold limousine pulled up in front of my apartment complex, my heart raced further.

I walked down in my six inch stripper heels and short dress. The solid gold door slid open automatically. I giggled in surprise, and walked in. I couldn't see the driver.

I wanted to make conversation, to ask where we were going. But I couldn't. We rode in silence for about an hour and a half. The windows were blocked out with more solid gold, so I couldn't see outside the car. I texted my co-worker, Jeselle, so that if I went missing my friends and family would know where I went and what happened. 

"Miss (l/n),  your destination." Announced the driver. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. How did he know my last name? 

I stepped out of the limo, temporarily blinded by the lights in front of the golden mansion before me. The mansion glowed bright as the Sun, and I had to squint to be able to see properly. There was a large garden complete with a giant fountain and topiary statues surrounding the mansion, but I couldn't make out the shapes because the house itself was so bright. 

I groaned when another limo stopped before me, this one was also made of solid gold, but it had windows this time. The door slid open like it had before in the other limo, and I stepped inside. "I apologize miss, our last driver took you to the wrong location. They will be punished." The voice was the same dulcet tone as the previous voice, which was a little weird. I began to suspect that my date's workers used the same voice modifiers. 

We drove for thirty minutes to a high end restaurant. I'd heard of this place before. Even breathing in the place was more than I could afford. "Ask for the Platinum VIP room. Give them the card under your seat. They'll know what to do." The driver instructed, opening the door with a button. I reached under my seat and held a silver card that glinted in the moonlight. With a deep breath to steady myself, I stepped out of the car.

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