Tell Me Your Story

7| 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭: 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲

"How about you take this one?" The guy in charge handed me this tight bra along with a pair of denim shorts. "You're number seven after all."

"Thanks." Is all I said, walking into the dresser they lead me to.

At a very swift pace, I removed my peach, Playsuit jumpsuit, as well as my bra, threw on that bra, threw off my cycling shorts, throwing on the denim.

My breast was not as comfortable as my butt but I was exceedingly relieved I did not get a bikini.

Picking up my clothing, this new-face locked his arms with mine until we eventually reached the others.

Some of them were fortunate with shorts as well and others, yeah not so much.

Thank God I was one of the fortunates.

"As mouthwatering and sexy as you all look right now, we've got to get back to the Photoshoot so men, back with the sacks." The dude who handed the outwears, directed Ed, Eden, new-face and another three men when those sacks and locks were snipped upon us again.

Seeing that I was barely paying any heed to the fellow psycho's, nevertheless my surroundings, when Big guy over there directed us to move along, I was too busy daydreaming.

As a result, I was pushed by someone from behind me, tripping over my two left feet.

Just before actually falling, which I pray I rather did, I was disgustingly saved by new-face. The shabby guy whom walked behind me by the dresser? Yeah that dude.

Fucking disgusting!

"Hey Gabriel!" The handing out dude called him out, causing both of us to face him after my sack fell off. "I know you're new here but you know you cannot touch the fresh ones after they've just arrived! It's one of the main rules and you should know that by now!"

Connecting eyes with me.

Shivering, he connected eyes with me as mine diverted to where he hands still were.

Disgusted enough by him, subconsciously, I smacked him, throwing his hands off my breast, "Don't fucking touch me."

His disturbing smile just creating more knots in my stomach, reminding me why I called these guys fuckin sociopaths. And here I thought not to judge a book by it's cover.

Bullshit.

"I told you not to touch them Gabe." Big dude over there jugged his beer, waving off another security dude. "Sack her will you please."

Nodding, he walked over, sacking my head once again.

"Listen up dogs. I don't want to be asked by Chanelle why the fresh meat's health looked deteriorated or why they were touched, slightly scather either. You know how emotional they can get, so keep your distance! Am I clear?!"

"Yes sir!" All responded like they were in some military camp when the line begun moving, stopping in less than five minutes later.

"Finally!" Jude's startling voice slightly startled the girls right in front, leading the rest like a Domino effect.

"Onimin twins, remove their sacks and the cufflink to the first girl. We have to get moving." Noah instructed whilst whoever the Onimin twins were, abided his exact commandments. I'm assuming.

When that sack was removed, it literally felt like I woke up in heaven. The hell side of it of course.

"Okay hotties, let's begin with our very first bitch, Haley." Jude spoke in this excited but low tone, glaring a few metres away at that Haley girl.