Beneath The Glitter

Chapter Three

Once inside the mansion, the car stopped abruptly and Cindy was dragged to a squalid corner of the building, behind the main edifice. It was a few minutes past ten in the morning, and the place was already a beehive of activity, talk, gossip and instruction. There were rows of rooms in a long alleyway and each room had at least five to six girls huddled together in bunk beds. It was the time for morning sanitation in most of the rooms, and it was a routine most of the younger ‘goons’ did not like, owing to the fact that it was an opportunity for the older goons to perform a show of power, to show them who the boss was. There were times when, for no just cause, a certain lady would demand the floor be wiped five times in one day, just for the fun of it. This was the kind of environment Cindy was thrown into, and was to dictate the next six months or thereabouts, of her life.

The first stop was at the office of Dars. She had no luggage, so she was made to have a sneak peek at where she would be sleeping, before being taken to the office of the boss.

‘I will pretend I did not see or feel all of what you displayed back at your house, and how you nearly killed all of us on the way here. You can see that I am doing this with no hard feelings. I am doing this strictly based on business. I have a daughter myself, and I would not wish for her to end up like this. Ordinarily, I have my prescription for offenses like this, but you lost your father, who owes ME money. Money I should have used for worthwhile investment.’

‘That said, this will be your new home from now on. I don’t know how long it will take for you to pay off the debt, but let’s begin from somewhere. You will be assigned to a senior goon, who will mentor you on what to do, teach you how to please clients, and everything in that line. I do not want to hear any complaints directed at you from anyone. Your case is peculiar and you were not trafficked. You are here to pay a debt, and pay, you will.’ He blew a smoke ring from the drag of the Cuban cigar he had in his mouth, and the smoke lazily twisted into the air, vanishing as soon as it came out, and filling the office with some putrid smell.

‘I will not ask if you have anything to say, because I do not think there is anything you have to say that will interest me. Take her out of my sight.’

There was a slight whistle, and the thug that brought her disappeared. Someone else came, and she knew this was going to be a rough ride.

The girl who came to lead her to her place of abode was about her height and age. Even as a girl, there was something about her that stirred hot desire in Cindy, and she wondered what was going on. This had never happened to her before, and it took all the strength and will power in her not to have a romp with her, or to at least suggest it. A certain air of sensuality enveloped her as soon as she saw her, and when she gripped Cindy’s hand, it became a running battle. She was not exactly extraordinarily beautiful, but she could not deny that the right curves were screaming from the right places, waving for attention. She had this oval face on which sat a cocky pair of eyes that said nothing, revealed nothing at all. Her aquiline nose and mouth were skillfully carved and strategically placed, giving her this kind of look that would be noticed, but she would be lost in the crowd if that was all that there was to her. She had on a bodycon dress that pampered her hips and full breasts, which Cindy was sure had not a shred of inner cover. The skin on the bare part of her body left Cindy wondering what her descent was, for she could not tell the right mix of mullato she was. Well, with these brands of ladies, there could be as much as four to five mixed races, as most of the mothers hardly knew the fathers of children in this trade, she thought. She had a voice that sounded like a cat that was denied milk, and when she spoke, Cindy got an idea of one of the ingredients that threw the toga of desire on her. If this was the effect she had on a woman, what about men?

‘Come.’

Like a sheep led to slaughter, Cindy found herself being pulled to her like a magnet, took her hand, and they walked out of the office.

‘I’m Mara. What’s your name, honey?’

Cindy was already weak in the knees.

“Cindy.’

‘You have a nice voice, Cindy’. She made to smack her on the butt.

Cindy could not resist the soft palm of the lady as it made contact with her behind. Was she not supposed to be furious with whatever this environment was about? What was actually going on?

‘I am sure you will like it here. I have heard a little bit of your story, and…you know how these things work. I am sorry, but pity and emotion do not do much for anyone in an environment like this. You just have to brace up and do your bit, and earn this money. Thankfully, Dars is not as mean as he is made out to look. You will smile home at the end of the day if you work hard and stick to the rules. Come, I will show you around.’

They went to a first room, which was sizable but dinghy. There was a large bed, which had a pink bed cover, with pink painted walls. There was a soft fluffy rug which covered the entire floor of the room, and there was a lavender ambiance about the room. There was a slightly warm touch to the room as well, which made being clothed a sort of challenge. There was a large closet which housed all sorts of costumes in a corner of the room. Then at the far end of the room stood the equipment that was the main cause for the existence of the room. There was a large round ring light, along with five to six cameras and other electronic gadgets.

‘So, this is the internet room, where we entertain clients online. We have ladies dedicated specially to this cause, and they take turns to record content to please customers.’

‘How does this work?’

‘I will show you.’

It was a male voice that replied behind her. Mara was gone, and in her place, a stark-naked man stood behind her, a sly grin on his lips.