Takashi and Toryn met each other when they were five.
Became best friends at ten.
Were inseparable by time they were fifteen.
Built an indestructible bond at twenty.
And now at the age of twenty five, after twenty years of friendship, due to the...
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TORYN KNIGHT LOOKED LIKE she could stop traffic with how good she looked. Sitting on a sun tanning chair outside in the backyard, multicolored retro mirror aviator sunglasses were on her face, along with a matching Sunkist orange one piece hollow out bikini set. Three inch open toed black Armani heels complimented her pedicured orange gelled toe nails and matched the orange French tips that made her rich brown skin pop.
Her eyes were closed behind her glasses as she listened to over two dozen other women talking. Music was playing loudly, meat and fish sizzled on the grill and the oversized pool was crowded with females of all shapes and sizes. Toryn felt herself falling asleep. The sun was caressing her just enough to make her feel warm without burning her skin.
She wished it could just be her instead of all these other women, but she couldn't control that. It was nothing for her to get in her head and ignore the outside world, though. So that's exactly what she did as she tried to sleep. The sound of the upbeat retro music suddenly cutting off made everybody in the yard look in the direction of the radio system. Toryn's eyes were heavy but she managed to open them to see what had happened.
Standing at the back patio glass door was Bull. He was a short and stocky man, standing at five feet exactly. He was bald and the color of mayonnaise. He was called Bull because he was really muscular. He was built like a brick wall. Although he may have been short, he always smelled good and had a beautiful smile. Bull stood holding the thick plug to the stereo system in his hand. He too had a pair sunglasses on his face, so it was hard to read his expression.
"Glad to see you women out here having fun. I see smiles, beautiful bodies and pure happiness. You know why you get to do this? Because you guys have been good so far. You stay good, good things will happen to you. You women are getting this luxury the other groups are not because their not acting like the women of this group. Apparently there's been a lot of fights happening recently between the other three groups. And notice I keep calling you women, because I'm being nice. Fighting is not permitted here. Fights cause money to repair damage and fighting takes away money because your damaged. And what man wants to pay for a damaged hoe?"
The entire backyard was quiet. Not even the sound of someone moving their arm in the water could be heard.
"Exactly. So you women keep behaving, you're going to keep being treated how you deserve to be treated. However, if you act like the hoes that you actually are, there are going to be dire consequences." A sudden smile popped up onto Bull's face, "have fun ladies."
Toryn's eyes closed and seconds later the deafening music came back on. Immediately the chatter, grilling and swimming returned as if nothing happened. Toryn had been living here for the last six years of her life. In a brothel called the Spice mansion. She lived with ninety nine other women. A total of one hundred of them in all. The mansion was estimated at a $110 million in all. The mansion was made up of girls to women of all shapes, sizes and ethnicities. However they were split up into four groups.
