Lucifer Himself (18+)[COMPLETED]

The Wolves den

I couldn't believe my eyes. I had a small idea of how this was gonna look like, but I never thought this would be such a classy party. I was ushered into this studio lounge where a good ten or fifteen more girls stood around, drinking from a champagne flute. I instantly knew they were keeping them, or rather us, in this studio until the men were ready.

Nerves took ahold of me and I swallowed the bile that was quickly rising my throat.

I looked around without looking too surprised. I was a hired entertainment that knew what she was doing, right?

Lucifer had been right. Most girls here were a dime away from being fully naked, but the most exposed girl was a red head with what seemed to be pasties with diamonds covering her nipples and then a whole bottom set with rhinestones, garter, and knee-high boots. I tried to look away, but I couldn't.

"Hi! Are you new?"

I turned my head and found a tiny thing standing next to me.

She had to be under five-two, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing something that resembled what I had one, but hers was a bone white, making her look like a porcelain doll. She was holding two champagne flutes.

"I'm Abby, what's your name?" she asked, passing me a flute. I grabbed it in a robotic motion, not trying to alarm anybody but I had no intensions on sipping this beverage as I didn't know why a white-collar party would pick to host a small venue for the entertainment before the real party started.

Unless they wanted to make sure the girls loosened up.

I eyed the drink a bit

"Lola" I blurted the name, realizing Abby was waiting for an answer. I was definitely not gonna give her my real name at this point.

But seriously Emma...Lola?

"Lola. Cute. Oh! And love your outfit by the way. Looks very classy, and that red hair of yours is just precious. You must get so many clients" she said, setting her googly eyes on my hair. I haven't had anybody compliment me like this so tried my best to smile and keep my champagne flute in my hand.

"When is everybody going to be ready?" I asked quietly. Abby looked around, taking in the large group of girls chit chatting and laughing while applying lipstick and helping each other with their hair. I bet they were thinking about how much money they were about to get in this little party.

I wanted to throw up

"They're gonna make a count and then, I guess, let us go out there" she said, taking another sip of her drink. I looked down at her, and a rush of questions overwhelmed me. She couldn't be much older than me, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, and she was just plain gorgeous. I wondered what had made her get in this business, what kind of story she had. I blinked a couple of times, taking a deep breath and looking away and around the area, trying to find the fact I was freaking the fuck out inside.

"Um, do you know where there's a bathroom around here?" I asked quietly, my eyes scanning the area. For an overly sized studio lounge I didn't see a bathroom door.

"It's out in the hallway, out that door" Abby said, pointing at the other door that was being guarded. Was that the same door that would lead us to the party?

"I'll be back" I mumbled then walked towards the man that was guarding the door, my heart hammering in my rib cage

Breathe...

Fucking breathe, Emma...
"Where are you going?" the guard at the door asked me, his hand sticking out.

"I need to use the restroom" I mumbled, my eyes set on his.