For Your Pleasure

2

You know when you read a book or see a movie and the characters are always waking up to birds cherping? Well, I've never been woken up like that in my whole life before today. I roll over in my bed and blink a few times to see the room more clearly because of the sunlight pouring in from the windows. It's weird waking up in a room with only yourself in it, I'm usually with twenty other girls. I see the two birds out on my balcony tweeting back and forth to each other. I slip out of the sheets then feel how cold it is, I grab my sweater and pull it over my outfit from yesterday. I fell asleep real quick and forgot to change.

I step up to the balcony doors and pull them open that lets a calming, cool breeze fly in and into my room. Goose bumps form all over my exposed skin and I step onto the balcony, my bare feet chilled against the metal. I inhale a deep breath of fresh air which feels amazing, the golden sun hits my skin and warms me up quickly. I guess you could say I've been missing out, a lot. I look out to the rest of the area and see we do have neighbors but they aren't close, I see downtown LA far in the distance. It's nice to know I'm far away from there. I look down and see a huge deck and backyard space with a pool and other accommodations. I watch the birds flutter in the air above my head and then walk back inside.

I find some clothes to change into and walk into the bathroom. There is everything in there, hair brushes, combs, flat irons, curling wands, hair products, body mists, perfumes, skin care items, lotions and more all lined up next to the sink. I've only seen these many beauty products backstage of the theater in the club. Most nights I would work there and help get costumes and makeup ready for all the girls that would go on and perform. All the girls have to dance and perform so the gentlemen can choose who they want based on that. I've seen all the girls do their hair and makeup countless times but I've never used that stuff before last night. I find some makeup remover wipes and clean my face from all the gunk.

I change into a pair of black leggings and an old t-shirt, tossing aside the dumb lingerie they dressed me up in last night. I don't have much clothing, two pairs of black leggings, a pair of ripped jeans, two old t-shirts, a sweater, a long sleeved shirt, a bra, a few pairs of underwear and socks and an old pair of black converse. It's all I've had for a while and I'm fine with it. I walk back to the main room and decide to check the closset for any clothing. It's completely empty, not a huge shocker. I still can't believe I'm here and I can't believe someone bought me for so much money and then they give me a room like this, in a mansion.

I look over to the clock on the nightstand beside my bed and see that it's eleven thirty, I've been asleep for eight hours. I never sleep this late, I'm always working and doing chores. I have no idea what to do know, do I wait for someone to come get me? I don't even know if I'm allowed to leave the room, but I really don't want to just stay here. I decide to leave the room and walk through the halls. Once I reach the stairs I descend down them swiftly with just the sound of my steps. This house is incredible, high ceiling, the nicest furniture I've ever seen. I continue walking around the house, mindlessly admiring each room until I come across voices. I step into the room where they're coming from to see a room full of guys.

"Good morning," A familiar face smiles and says kindly. Cameron.

"Hi, I uh was just looking around," I say.

"You hungry?" I guy with no shirt and just sweats asks me and walks over to the stove. He has shaggy light brown hair with really pretty brown eyes and his body isn't too bad either.

"Umm," I say overwhelmed with the room of guys I'm supposed to be sleeping with very soon. What if I don't want to? Because I don't, at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm Sammy." The one with out a shirt introduces himself. "This is Jack," He points to the one with dark brown hair and a perfect jaw line. "JC," Another dark haired boy, "Kian," a taller guy with bleached blonde hair. "Matthew," He says about a guy with lighter brown hair, "And that's also Jack," he says about the only real blonde.