Chapter 3 Lies

CASSANDRA “I-“ I could feel my face paling, “Uh, I-“ He swung an arm over my shoulder immediately, “I know, pretty nice stuff huh? Are you off the lock sweetheart? I thought the old man kept you ladies working around the clock?” “I- I-“ I fumbled frozenly. I looked back at the couple, they had changed positions, and he was on top of her. “You want to join baby?” The guy beside me asked. He pulled the phone from my hand, “I know you’re off duty but you know the rules, sweet thing.” “I, uh, I, um…” I still couldn’t speak, my handheld position as if they still had the phone in them. I was sinking, and fast. “They sure do look like they could use some company.” He whispered and nibbled on my ear. I felt like I was going to pass out, “She looks plenty satisfied down there.” I finally managed in a faint voice. “Then, how about we go have fun? Just the two of us, huh?” He slid his hand freely up my blouse and squeezed my left breast. And here I thought that dying was the worst thing that would happen when I came down here. My eyes were wide but I couldn’t move. The guy in front of me pressed more on my bossom, “She isn’t one of them Dicks.” He paused from beside me and looked at me. ‘Great, so now the cat out of the bag, and now is when I die.’ “Is that true?” He asked as he lowered his hand from my bosom. I swallowed hard and nodded. He jumped backward immediately, “Well sh*t! Why didn’t you say so? Son of a b*tch, Christiano is going to have my *ss for this one.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was confused, to say at least. The guy from the other room had pulled his trousers up as well and came over. “What are you doing back here?” He paused just long enough for me to assume I was dead again, “If you’re not one of the pink ladies you’re not supposed to be back here. What are ya, lost?” “New,” I muttered, my voice sounding rough and raspy. What on earth had I gotten myself into? “Alright,” He sighed, “I won’t tell Christiano’ about you wandering back here or changing out of uniform, alright?” I nodded, still frozen. “But, we’re going to have to hand this phone in, he’s pretty adamant about the no cell phone thing.” Who was this Padrino’? I grimaced, “Can I see it first?” He shook his head, the guy who was all over me moments ago handed him the phone. I knew if that video was seen I was dead meat. I bit my lip hard and thought, “I’m just so embarrassed!” I finally sighed. “Can you just delete that video for me? I just don’t want anyone to know I was back here spying…” It was not like it was entirely a lie. He smiled, “He’s going to love this video.” He assured. Not bothering with his shirt, he took me by the elbow and began leading me through the tunnels. I noted the guy who had been with me earlier went forward to the girl who was still on the floor naked. “No, I mean, I’m embarrassed. I’m new and all, I don’t want him to get the wrong impression…” “Working in the wrong place, don’t you think?” He asked, letting my elbow go now that I was following him on my own. “I guess you could say, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.” I sighed. It was the truth, I had no idea what I was getting into. “If you say so.” He shrugged. I watched him delete the video and breathed a sigh of relief. With the video not weighing heavily on my shoulder, I felt almost brave enough to examine my surroundings. Once we were out of the pink tunnels, the rest of the underground structure looked like a mix between an upscale hotel and a shady bar, if that makes sense. All the men wore suits and all the women, lingerie. Though no stripper poles or cages were hanging from the ceiling, it still felt sick to me. I couldn’t believe this place was underground, it was at least three times the size of my apartment and I suspected the rooms went on much further than I could guess. “Here we go,” He said stopping in front of a large frosted glass door. “You’d better put on a uniform before we go to Christiano’.” I nodded but didn’t move. “Just so you know, I’ll be staying right here so don’t even dare make a run for it or anything.” He laughed at his joke. “Of course,” I grumbled to myself and turned to the door, “Okay.” I opened it up and went inside, I was making as many mental notes as I could about this place. It was essentially a walk-in closet, and the only wardrobe options were lingerie and all of the walls were full-length mirrors. I sighed heavily. At least, there was a wide variety of shoes, ballet-styled, stilettos, knee-high boots, shirt boots, pumps, flats, essentially anything except sneakers. There were a few other girls in there changing freely. I looked up and down the roll of clothes if you could call them that. “First-time sweetie?” A girl beckoned at me. She had big, wavy red hair, a black and red lace pantie set, and knee-high black boots with red laces. I nodded. “It’ll be fine, might as well get used to it now.” She shrugged, “They accommodate you nicely, these are all big shots here, classy acts.” Somehow, I highly doubted that. “Aside from a little *ss slap here and there, no one is going to touch you or make you anything you don’t want to do. If you decide you want to do more, that’s all for you, Christiano is legit about not letting any of the guys force you to do anything. Of course, if you want to be kissing on them or sitting on laps, the friendlier you are, the nicer you’ll be accommodated.” “What do you mean by accommodated? Like, tips?” I asked. The reporter in me looked to get the scoop and wished I had a pad to take notes with. “Tips? Sweet we don’t need money down here.” She laughed, “The nicer you are, the better your room is going to be, the nicer stuff they’ll be bringing in for you, nicer the day trips are going to be.” I opened my mouth to probe further, but she adjusted herself one last time. “Now, you listen here, if you need some more help we’ve all been where you are, you just ask any of us ole gals but I’ve got to get going.” She went to the frosted four and paused, then looked at me, “Choose a corset for your first day, it covers more.” I bit my lips and focused on the wardrobe for what to wear. I pulled a simple white corset with purple lace and embellishments. I frowned and made my way out, my big black heels clanking off the floor. He was indeed waiting for me outside the door, he didn’t even bat an eye on me, just merely led me further through a hallway, down a flight of stairs, through a smoky bar, and stopped in front of two large wooden doors. He knocked, then pulled the handles and pushed the doors open simultaneously.