Money. Sex. Power.
It ruled the world and Sasha Torres was going to feel every aspect of it. From the moment she is thrust into a world filled with all things desired, she is bound to what it feels like when three suitors come along and have her und...
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And she thought study material for upcoming tests was hard to remember...
Sasha was currently in her room, sitting on the window sill, her eyes looking out on the lit city of the night. She was in a relaxed position, knees pressed against her chest, arms hugging herself knowing she was the only one who brought herself comfort for so long.
For many years, she tried to find comfort from past failed relationships but it never worked out, and never brought her comfort. She, along with her daily journal entries and cups of chamomile tea brought her much comfort. Sasha didn't mind it, being alone in her comfort knowing she lived with a housemate.
As for studying for upcoming tests, she thought about her night with Amber at the luxurious penthouse that she and Dominic shared. It was a beautiful home that she seems she couldn't get enough of glancing at. From its well-thought-out structure to the furniture and beautiful view of the city, Sasha wondered how she would be living in her place.
On the other hand...
"Okay, now that we're settled with wine and everything let's go over a few things you need to know this weekend," Amber casually flips through her notebook. "This shouldn't be a lot to remember since this will be a practice run for you,"
If Sasha only knew...
"Okay, since you will be attending this event, you, along with a few other ladies..."
"Wait, there are more girls involved?" Sasha was quick to ask with a curious mind.
Amber nods, "Of course, you're not the only girl I work with. Dominic and I help women who want to earn a side hustle behind their daily life. Whether they are a college student, a single mother, or just a regular person who's tired of working a nine to five job," She sips her wine. "Now listen,"
Sasha nodded but her mind was on the fact she was not the only girl, there were practically others who wanted the same thing she desired.
"Now back to business, you, along with a few other ladies at this event are known as showgirls. You are practically there as paid workers, beautiful women who get to mingle with party-goers with who you catch your attention. Understand?"
"Yes,"
"Good, before you arrive at the party, everyone is called to arrive here to get their makeup, hair, and dressing done by me. I choose the outfits that you all must wear because you're presented in an alluring way. You're practically a part of my brand and I never make mistakes when I show you off."
