For Your Pleasure

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I've never met my mom but I can tell you countless stories about her. She's everywhere I turn yet, nowhere to be found on God's Good Earth. I wish she was, there is something new I want to tell her every day. She's dead, died in labor. Trying to bring me into the world. My mom got into some trouble when she was younger, she left home young and ended up making money in a horrible way and then Ben took her. Ben or 'Big Daddy' as we are forced to call him is one of the richest men in the world, from being king of the stock market with his broker company to running an international drug cartel. He has it all and that includes me. Topping his reign with a huge prostitution ring in multiple countries and a sex slave trade along with it in those countries. Or as he calls it his "Pride and Joy."

He keeps all the girls hidden in his highly exclusive gentlemen's clubs, that are practically brothels for this century, where they all live. Here's the thing no one calls sex slavery, sex slavery because it's so crude and unprofessional so it's legal known as Human Trafficking. And that's exactly what Ben does. Highly illegal and makes him so much money. Ben is so good at it too, never once has anyone important suspected what is actually going on. He doesn't abduct women and children he lures them in. Runaways, prostitutes, strippers really anyone. Sometimes he gets lucky enough to have them sold to him by parents or guardians. But once he has the girls he locks them away with us and makes more profit. It's hard to watch the younger kids come in all scared and crying.

I'm not a sex slave like everyone else, I just live here because he owns me because he owned my mother. But he hasn't sold me he's never even put me up for a night. I was born here and everywhere I turn people whisper about me and my mom. How she was such a problem and now Ben can't rid of me. I wish they would just see that he isn't letting me go, although I'm positive no one has ever wanted me but you get the point. "Baby Girl," I hear someone call for me from across the room. Everyone calls me pet names because I don't have a real one. That's what they think. I'm tucking in the younger girls to fall asleep before the show tonight. I look to the door and see Annabell already dressed up ready to go on stage. "Daddy wants you," She says.

Annabell has been here for almost three years and I remember the night she got here she looked at me and just hugged me and cried. I was thirteen so I assumed she just felt bad that I child was in the same situation as her. "I'm busy," I tell her and continue to rub the back of ten-year-old Maelee, she's been her four days and she is already attached to my hip.

"Josie," She cries softly.

"You wanna tell Big Daddy that?" Annabell says placing her hands on her exposed hips from the outfit she is wearing.

"I'll be right back Mae," I promise Mealee and squeeze her hand and then proceed to the doorway. "What's going on?" I ask Annabell once the door is shut and we start our way down the hall passing guards and other girls.

"Like I have a clue," She scoffs, "He just told me to get you, he's in his office above the theater," She says.

"Thanks," I say and turn the corner.

"Hey, Baby."

"Yeah," I turn back to her.

"Don't let anyone hear her call you your real name." She cautions me, I nod my head agreeing.

I finally reach the great staircase that leads to the main entrance of the theater where the clients enter in from. I take a back way that lets me get through without being seen by the clients, that's a big rule. Not to be seen or heard when you aren't supposed to be. I get up the final set of stairs that lead to double doors to Ben's office, I knock with my fist gently.

"Come in," Ben says. I open the door and close it behind me.

"You wanted to see me, Daddy?"

"Baby Girl," I see the tall, dark figure look over his empire. A giant window that views the whole theater so he can see everything that happens from his office. Gentlemen from all over the world come every night to see the girls perform then each man decides if he would like a girl for the night and then if all works well he will buy her. Right now they pile in from the streets of LA to just get a glimpse. Ben turns around from the window. He wears a black suit and a black tie, always, business attire for him. His hair a dark brown to match his deep eyes and with every look he wears confidence like no other. "How are you?" He asks.