Disclosed and Caught

Chapter Three

I paced around the room, wondering if this happened to every person that took the serum. Was it normal to not be affected by the serum? It can't be, it wouldn't make sense. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

            A screen that was hidden behind the wall slid out. There was a man's face on it.

            "Good morning, Emerson. My name is Matt, and I am in charge your clients, along with a few more girls," he paused" you are to not cause a ruckus of any kind while you are here. You will also respect all needs of your client while working for them. Okay, so Emerson, you have been booked in a few minuets for a man named Noel Kingston. The cloths you have been ordered to wear have been placed under this screen. I hope you enjoy your time together Ms. Chandler" He ended with a stiff smile.

            Enjoy your time together? What the hell? I'm panicking right now. Based on the cloths I was ordered to wear, Noel was going to enjoy the time very much.

            Under the screen, there was a thin piece of fabric. It was black lace. I had an argument with myself as I put it on.

            If I don't wear it, someone will find out that the serum is not affecting me.

            Em, your not a whore. Don't put it on!

            But I will be put into prison, or even killed if anyone finds out.

            Are you really going to lose your virginity to some random stranger that is probably an old and creepy pervert?

            I could have gone on and on, but the side that didn't want to be found out, won. I looked at my reflection in a mirror. I was the exact image of a Vexator. My breasts were spilling out of the black lace on the sides, which, might I add, I almost transparent. My back and bottom were completely bare. Since the fabric was tight, it pushed into me and rubbed against me whenever I moved. I assumed that this was the intention.

            I slipped on the heels when my door opened and a man came into my room. He was an escort. He would lead me to this Noel guy. He took my arm and stared at me funny.

            Suddenly, it dawned on me that I would have to act like all the other Vexators.

I would have to act like I had a limitless amount of hormones spilling into my body. So I took his arm and stood close to him.

            "Hi." I whispered in his ear.

            This made him relax and pull me along to outside of the building. I surveyed my surroundings. It would be hard to escape with the guards lined around the entire facility, and if I were caught, they would surely know that I was crazy. For the women here wanted sex, so why would they want to try and escape and end up in prison.

            So, I gave up the chance of trying to run away, at least not in five-inch stilettoes. I followed the escort into a Bentley. He shoved me in and left. Oh great, I thought, a rich and old pervert.

            The drive there was long. I was passing a deserted area in the middle of a crowded city. This guy must be really rich to be able to afford all this land. We went through the gates and pulled in front of a mansion. It was huge. I would be impressed if I were not being manhandled by the chauffer. He kept a tight hold on me and pulled me into the house and shoved me in.

            As soon as I got in, the door shut behind me. Well isn't that just wonderful. I felt exposed and vulnerable being in such a big place almost naked. I could feel the air tickling my skin where it was exposed. It seemed to trigger something in me just like before. I felt that same tingling sensation as before.

            Oh no! Please, this cannot be happening. Not now. Not when I'm about to be raped. Can't I just go through it without feeling anything and to at least be sane?

            I felt my hand edging towards my inner thighs. I slid down the huge mahogany doors, and opened my legs. The burning getting was getting stronger and stronger.

            "Oh, so I've got an eager one on my hands." I heard a deep voice say.

            I spun around, moving my hands away from my thighs. I saw the face that belonged to the voice. He was smirking. An arrogant smirk. He was much younger than I thought he would be, and much, much more attractive.