You along with twenty other girls were lined up in a straight line. Someone stood at the front of the line inspecting the first girl. From your spot you could not get a good look at him. He had dark hair and seemed pretty lean. He moves down the line looking at the other girls. He pointed out a few things he didn't like to his partner and continued down the line. Your hands were starting to get clamy as he was nearing you. You didn't know his name, all you knew was that he was your pimp. You were sold into a dangerous sex traffic community by your drug addicted mother. Zayn, finally made it to you. He stood there catching your eyes, but you quickly looked away. He looks at your hair and whispers something to his partner who nods. He glances over your body.
"Turn." He says and you turn around quickly. Your back facing him. "Turn back." He says and you nod, turning to face him again. He says something else to his partner and moved onto the next girl, his eyes lingering on you a little longer. You let out a shaky breath you didn't even know you were holding. After Zayn had finished inspecting all the girls he had his partner come out with various care packages.
"You will each be given a coach bag which you will take out with you on all your outings. Any profits made shall be concealed into the bag. In all your bags are cellphones, no not smart phones. I'm not that irresponsible. You all will have a child proof phone. There are only 4 buttons. One is my number, the other my partner's, then the last two are going to be the numbers of the two people I will introduce to you later on." Zayn began scanning over the line of girls. You stood there playing with your hands as you listened to him.
"You will all have a curfew. You shall be back here by 3am. No later than that or there will be severe consequences. You guys are expected to behave because after all you are representing me. Also I expect each one of you to make about 5,000 a week." Zayn finished what he had to say and left the room. You watch him walk out then turned to his partner who was still in the room.
"Okay you guys have an hour to get ready for your first night of work. Be quick." He says and walks out as well.
"This is crazy." You mumble sitting down on the bed you were assigned.
"Hi, I'm Gloria." You look up to see a girl holding her hand out to you.
"I'm y/n," you mumble.
"You don't look like you've done this before..." She observes and you nod.
"I haven't.."
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One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)
FanfictionPreferences of your favorite boy band One Direction.
