Monsta

ONE

santana's point of view

Reality is often disappointing.

Life never goes how you want it to. When you're little you paint this big colorful picture of how your life will be.

Great job, good friends, dream job and a family.

Then as you get older you realize life isn't how you thought it would be, it's unfair and depressing. One moment you're on top of the world the next you witness your parents being brutally murdered because of some cash scheme.

Next your living with your alcoholic grandfather who could careless about your well being, but you're only sixteen so you do what you can to get by.

You get a rinky dink job that doesn't pay much but it pays enough so you'll always be able to fake the part at school.

Then you finally graduate, you do the one thing you were sure you couldn't do.

But then you realize the world is a scary place. You're eighteen and confused, your "guardian" kicks you out because you're "legal" and "grown" now.

So you try to find another job but it doesn't come as easy as the first, plus you're living out of dirty motels down to your last dollar.

Homeless shelters, more dead end jobs, and a lot of sleepless nights.

Now you're twenty, an adult.

Desperate times cause for desperate measures.

I stand in front of the large intimidating building. I found a rather interesting ad on craigslist. I had to send in pictures of myself, and wait a week to even get this interview.

Welp, I'm here now.

I push the rotating door and my heart pounds. This place is so clean and professional. Meanwhile, I have on a baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans. Oh and don't forget those old faithful converse!

The receptionist looks me up and down, she's confused on why I'm here no doubt. I smile and she returns it, it's fake.

Me: I'm here for an interview with someone named Leroy.

She rolls her eyes before typing something up on the computer.

Her: Oh that Leroy.

She shakes her head before handing me a sheet of paper and a pen.

Her: You're going to fill that out then head up to the third floor, the elevators are down the hall to the left.

I thank her before walking in that direction. My eyes scan the paper briefly. The first question throws me for a loop.

1. Are you a virgin? If not list how many partners you've been with.

The ad did say the job would be exotic but I thought it was stripping. The bell dings and I step onto the third floor, a small gasp leaves my lips as I take in the scenery.

There has to be like fifteen other girls here. They're all so beautiful! Their hair is nice, dressed amazing, bodies are good..

Then there's me.

Dusty.

I feel eyes watching me as I take the closest seat in the corner. I pull out my phone that's full of cracks in the screen to check the time.

10:57AM.

My appointment is at 11AM.

Once I'm done filling out that stupid sheet, I rub my temples while sighing.

"Santana Jones."

Here goes nothing.

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The man, I assume to be Leroy, raises an eyebrow once I walk into the office. He gestures to the seat across from his desk and I plop down. I hand him the paper and he thanks me.

Leroy: One sexual partner?

I clear my throat before explaining.

Me: A boyfriend from a while ago.

He hums.

Leroy: No kinks?

I shake my head.

Leroy: You're not nor' have you ever been pregnant. No known STDS, just to let you know we still test for those anyways.
Me: Of course.

He scans the rest of the paper before humming thoughtfully.

Leroy: You left the family section blank.
Me: I don't have any family. My parents were killed years ago and my other relatives don't talk to me.
Leroy: My condolences.
Me: Thank you.
Leroy: And you're twenty.

He leans back in the chair, his gaze makes me self conscious and nervous.

Leroy: You're pretty, you seem innocent for the most part, no family.

He smiles.

Leroy: You're perfect for them.
Me: Them?
Leroy: Them.

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welcome to: MONSTA.

i really hope you guys enjoy this book. this plot has been on my mind a lot (i don't know why lmao)

but here we gooooo.