see the block of showers in front of me, I almost start to dance. I look around to Natasha, expecting her to be as happy as I am but she doesn’t look happy at all.
“Get cleaned up.” Demon orders and with our ankles still chained, we slowly make our way over to the showers.
Natasha goes to the furthest one and I follow, she nags down hard on the button and water splashes over her, washing away the thick layer of dirt. I do the same and sigh from the feeling of hot, soothing water on my tired body.
“Don’t be too happy.” Natasha whispers.
“Why not?” I ask and eye the men watching us from behind.
“They’re only cleaning us up so we look appealing for the party.” She turns and rinses her hair and when she turns back around she continues. “They have them sometimes, a lot of men and with few girls. It’s tough, so be prepared.”
Her warning words repeat in my head and I start to shake.
“Girl!” He barks. I know he’s talking to me because he calls Natasha by her club name, Silver and I haven’t been given one yet. “Get showered now!”
I snap out of it and get myself cleaned but Natasha’s words don’t leave my head. No wonder she wasn’t pleased at the sound of the music and then this. Once we look clean enough, Demon throws a towel around each of us and we follow him again to another room. Whilst we walk I feel strange wrapped in the towel, I haven’t had any sort of cover up since I arrived here two weeks ago. That’s not to say I don’t like it, I’m enjoying this towel so fucking much.
When we enter another room, it looks like we’ve suddenly entered the backstage of a bunch of strippers. Mirrors line the wall with stools in front and makeup is laid out on the tables.
“Tracy!” Demon shouts and out from another door walks a woman. This woman is a bitch and I know because I am one myself. She struts towards us in her six inch heels, swaying her arse and her long red hair. It’s obviously dyed, because nobody is born with hair the colour of blood. She wears a fake smile when she sees Natasha and me, but I see the heat in her eyes as she looks at Demon.
“Hello, Demon.” She purrs.
“Tracy, I want you to get these two ready for tonight. I want them looking their best, you hear me?” He asks her, totally ignoring the fact that Tracy would like nothing more than to drag him back to where she appeared from and fuck him into next week.
She looks at Natasha and me with obvious annoyance and then nods to Demon. “Of course.”
Without another word, Demon turns to leave but Chopper stays behind. Our guard, while we are being beautified I’m guessing, it seems like wherever you go there’s a member of the club watching.
“Prez wants them ready in an hour.” Chopper lets Tracy know and she turns with a huff.
When she returns she holds out two black pieces of material in my face. “Your top and skirt.”
As soon as she has thrown them in my face, she turns to do exactly the same to Natasha. She struts off, leaving us alone with Chopper while we dress. I don’t worry about him as I drop my towel and pull the tiny black top over my head. I wouldn’t call it a top, it’s so tight that having no bra isn’t an option and it’s so small it might as well be called a bra rather than a top. The skirt is even worse! It’s so tight that it hugs my bottom well, but it’s so short it could be classed as a thick belt. I look at myself in one of the mirrors and my eyes widen. “You can see my ass checks.”
Natasha rolls her eyes. “Would you prefer to be naked?”
“True.” I admit, although I don’t see the point if everything is on show anyway!
After approving our outfits, Tracy sits us down and brings in another girl who doesn’t talk at all. Not that I’m up for conversation as they both dry our hair and then plaster our faces in make-up. After being naked for two weeks, dirty and make-up free, this all feels wrong.
“There,” Tracy smiles. “You look decent enough now.”
Natasha and I exchange a look and hide our giggles. This woman cracks me up, is she for real?
Chopper approaches Tracy,