What?
What? Ready for what?
The door swings open and reveals Boss, the girls switch on their smiles and sidle up to him, almost giving him a lapdance as I cower in the corner. He brushes past them, but already his arousal showing through his trousers. I feel sick, what is this horrible man going to do? I move further into the corner, my hands feeling smaller than ever as I try to keep myself decent. I fail as he pulls me up by my arm and growls into my ear, "come on, I want to try out my new... purchase." I resist and he slaps my bum, "ooh, fiesty."
He pulls me out of the room I'd only just become used to and presses me against the wall outside, pressing himself into me. "Fuck," he groans in my ear. I try not to cry because he's already proven to be unpredictable, this is not a man to provoke. He manages to tear himself away from me for now and leads me down a corridor laced with paintings of girls in underwear and into a dimly lit room with a ornate four poster bed in the middle, and throws me down on it with such force I nearly cry out. He falls on top of me and groans again, before beginning to undress me further. "No!" I try to push him off but he is strong and I am weak, I'm terrified. He takes my bra off and pauses, staring at me. He looks about ready to pounce on me again before stopping and saying: "wait, you a virgin?" I nod. Jack wanted us to wait so we never actually had sex, and at the moment, I don't know if that's a blessing or a curse.
He climbs off me and stares, his black eyes still roaming all over my body. "Shame, I can get more for the pure ones so I'm going to have to wait until the first customer has you." I breathe a small sigh of relief, confused but pleased to have been spared, for now at least. He walks out, already touching himself and the vomit rises in my throat as I realise what he has left to do.
I wander back down the corridor, covering myself as I find my way back to the girls and that room. They laugh as I walk in, Crystal appearing particularly humoured by my experience. She opens the wardrobe and throws a bra at me, mine appeared to have got lost somewhere in that room. "So, no different to the rest of us now are ya? Aw, did poor little Garnet get hurt? Boo hoo." I stay silent but she sees my lack of tears, the relief upon my face. "What, he didn't - why?" She enquires, appearing genuinely interested, her face much prettier now her mouth isn't curled into a sneer. "I'm a - I mean I've never erm... had sex." There's a small gasp, and Crystal makes her way over to me, her face genuine.
"Garnet, I'm sorry." I'm baffled, surely being spared is a good thing? Lily walks towards me, this was the first time I'd seen her properly and she was stunning. Dressed in a white sheer outfit, she was the epitome of beauty, I'm surprised the Boss didn't choose her every time. She placed her delicate hand on my shoulder, her eyes full of pity. "It's rare that the Boss finds virgins to work here, Jasmine, Crystal and I had all worked on the street before being picked up by the Boss. And you probably won't be shocked to hear that virgins are in rather high demand and short supply in the prostitute world." She gives a little giggle at her pathetic joke, I feel for her at this point, she's doesn't even think this is wrong anymore.
"That means you go to auction." I stare at her and all the other girls are looking at me with sad eyes. "They sell your virginity to the highest bidder." There are tears in Lily's eyes as she explains, and my eyes follow suit. "W-what?" I cry, no-one could possibly do anything that horrible.
"Word will have been sent out to the Boss' cronies by now, virginity auctions are the event of the year at this place, you don't have long," Crystal interjects.
Someone else bursts through the door, this time an older woman bearing a rusty razor. She grunts and pulls me by the arm into the bathroom, I struggle but she is surprisingly strong. She looks me dead in the eye and asks me if I'm shaven. I grit my teeth and shake my head as she, almost anticipating my answer, pulls down my knickers and gets to work. It's agony, and I bite my hand to stop myself moving, as the more I move my legs the more painful it gets. She finishes and leaves, leaving me to stare down at my bare and shredded skin. I pull my pants back up and sit back down on the floor, still in pain and angry at the brutality of this anonymous woman.
I couldn't do this.
