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CHAPTER VI: TIME FOR WORK

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We haven't even eaten yet. I thought to myself. I won't do shit you say on an empty stomach. Either feed me or I'll rebel against you and your little clique and-

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! WORK NOW!!" Damn. This woman can growl. Her face looks like a juicy red tomato. Damn I'm hungry.

We all stand shocked at her words, not moving an inch. She looks irritated and begins to calm her tone, "I just need you ladies to get dressed and meet me in the Bar."

Bar?

Nodding, we made our way back up the stairs. With our bellies moaning for a meal, we couldn't do anything but work for our food. I pulled on the tight fishnet stockings and slipped on the red lace short dress we were given. Our designs weren't similar but the color scheme was the same. My specific dress had a black floral lace pattern that wrapped from the middle to the back. A shoelace layout descends from my v-line to the beginning of my stockings. When I rested my arms, my entire hand reached over the dress to show how short these things were. Then again, we are technically working as strippers.

Sighing, I put my hair up with a red ribbon I found in the bathroom, next to all the makeup. Some girls actually got ready with mascara and stuff, but I'm not planning on dressing up for these perverts.

After everyone was settled into our "uniforms", we went down together to look for this Bar that scary lady was talking about. We wondered for a long while until one of the older girls pointed out the giant glittery curtain near the main hall.

Has that been there this whole time?

Anyways, we all take small steps to the curtain in case it's not the right place. I would hate to see that pretty face on Mr. Douglas be upset with us. We open the curtain and gasp in horror. There was a dark room with only low lights to portray a small pathway leading into a giant glass room. Surrounding these rooms are small tables with drinks sitting quietly on the glass. Around the tables are slick black leather couches that are set up like a movie theater. Not being able to see clearly, I made the wrong move and slipped myself inside. Instantly, I felt hands grip tightly around my waist, and lift me onto a broad strong shoulder. The girls waiting by the entrance have all left me alone with a stranger holding means bringing me to certain death.

"PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GO. I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" I'm begging as we follow the lit up stairs and into the clear room. As the man sets me down, I look up to catch a better glimpse of my kidnappers face. I step back in shock to see that this man isn't even a man. It's a teenage boy. He didn't look any older than 17 or younger than me. He had dark black hair that was slicked back with gel and didn't lean in any specific direction. I study his face as I look into the dusty grey eyes and strong jawline. His facial features had so much tone, he had to look up because of his strong chin. He had very small but defined lips that followed from his elongated nose.

"Who said anything about killing?" He touched the corners of his mouth up to his ears. "His steamy smile can light a thousand candles within a second," I thought to myself.

"Oh.... I-I mean that umm..... Who are you?"

"No one you should be scared of," his tone in speaking was so mature and sexy the way his words rolled off his tongue.

"Wher-Where am I," I shivered.

"You are home of course." He walks over to me and rests his finger on my lower lip, making me quiver. "You deserve none of this special treatment since your worthless, but since I find you fresh and attractive, I would like to take you somewhere."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." That smile he just pulled wasn't as friendly as the last one he did. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out of the room and up to a locked up door nearby, setting my bruised body aside. Oh shit.

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