Chapter 3: Strip?
1097 Words
Jade pov
What is this?
I put on the pink lingerie with a deep necked corset, it had pink feathers stuck to it.
There were longer feathers at my tush part that raised up to my back, giving me a cute pink flamingo look.
"Wow, you look gorgeous." Hassy beamed, squealing in excitement. She was also very beautiful, wearing a blue version of my own outfit, except hers was more like a basque with sparkling glitter and no feathers. Plus, her tummy was visible with only a clear material covering her midriff.
She did my makeup and fixed my black hair up into a high messy bun.
"Cute." She clapped, jumping a little.
I checked my reflection and smiled. She even managed to hide my old bruises with a thick layer of white foundation.
"Unbelievable, hassy. This is magical." With a low voice I said, touching my face.
"I know. I used to help my mother's girls with their makeup at her pub." She said coyly, lowering her head. I could tell she was shy.
"Your mother owned a pub?" I asked. It was an interesting discovery… she was even more pitiful than I was.
"Yes. She and dad ran a pub down our street. She hired girls to dance there. The pub wasn't doing so well after some goons had a fight with dad and set it ablaze. We needed money so dad took a loan from the Dark Heart pack and that's how I ended up here."
I felt pity for her. "I'm sorry. I really am." I reached for her shoulder.
Hassy smiled and held my hand. "I'm grateful. You know, it took a lot of courage to accept that this is now my fate." She drew a sniffle. "Now, I'll be doing this for my family." A determined look appeared on her face.
Deep down, I really wished she'd end up with a good master.
Dear goddess, please don't let her buyer be a maniac or psychopath. I couldn't imagine hassy going through a hard time because of her father's mistakes.
Silently, I prayed for her.
"Hurry up girls, we have a schedule to keep up to. Hurry now, into your lines." Elenore's sharp voice rang throughout the room and we knew it was show time.
Hassy sighed and I squeezed her hand.
"It's okay, we'll be fine." I assured her, even though it felt like I was telling that to myself.
We joined the line and because she was taller than me, I stood four rows ahead of her.
Slowly, we made our way out to the stage where Miss Bunita was talking to the cheering crowd and having fun being the ultimate mistress.
Loud hoots, whistles and cheers welcomed us as we stepped on the podium.
I was omega number twenty, and hassy was omega number twenty-four.
The rules were simple, we'd come on stage where all the buyers would get a quick glimpse of us, then we'd go backstage and Miss Bunita would call us back, one at a time and anyone interested in the called omega would place their bid, and after that the highest bidder would take their omega home.
I scoffed. To them we were objects, not people.
The bidding began. Miss Bunita called out the first omega, number one.
Sh*t, they even tagged us with numbers like we didn't have names!
We heard claps, then a few voices making their bids. Later on, we heard the madam count thrice and number one was sold off at five thousand bucks.
It was a slow process but Miss Bunita was selling the girls off, little by little.
Glancing behind, I caught sight of hassy but her head was bent. Maybe she was finally giving in to her pain. Seriously, I wish I could help her, but sadly, there's nothing I could do, I was felt the same too.
Most of the omegas before me were sold quickly for thousands, the highest bid being sixteen thousand, but when it got to omega number fifteen, things took a turn.
The madam, Miss Bunita, started the bid but no one was bidding.
That was bad. Why weren't they bidding on number fifteen? Was she ugly?
"What's going on?"
"What happened?"
"Has the bidding stopped?"
All the girls around me started murmuring.
"Folks, omega number fifteen, again, I open the bids." Miss Bunita's voice echoed through the silent room.
Again, there was nothing from the crowd of buyers.
That was embarrassing. Did they think she was ugly?
"Strip." A male voice came through.
Everyone including me gasped. Did we hear that right?
"Yes, if she strips, maybe we'll see if she's worth keeping." Another male agreed.
Goddess, what sort of perverts were there?
Instantly, the men began chanting, "Strip," to number fifteen.
I ran out of my line and peeked at the stage.
Omega number fifteen looked like she was going to cry, but hell no one cared.
Miss Bunita cast a long look at her, then back at the men.
"Well then, democracy rules." She said, to the delight of the crowd. "You heard them, strip." She commanded number fifteen.
The girl burst out crying. Slowly, her hands went behind her basque as she unhooked it.
Her breasts fell out and so did her tears.
"Come on, show some more skin." I heard them shout out.
Goddess, I had thought they'd stop when she took off the basque but they were dirty to the core.
"Wooh, strip down for us, omega." More voices hooted.
Her face turned pale but luckily, Miss Bunita stopped the crowd of buyers. "Hold on folks. We are here to bid, not just stare at my precious omegas. There is still a long line waiting. You can work on them later. Right now, I need my bids." She addressed them.
Most of them groaned but just like Miss Bunita requested, they began bidding.
Omega number fifteen was later sold for seven thousand bucks, which was quite low considering all they made her do.
If they made her strip, that meant the rest of us would also be made to strip before they'd bid on us.
Scared, I looked back and saw hassy staring at me. She had the same expression as me. But still, she managed to squeeze a reassuring smile on.
"Don't worry." She mouthed. "We'll be fine." She twisted her fingers, fixed them together into a tiny heart and smiled.
Smiling at her gesture, I nodded.
She was trying to be strong but we both knew what kind of fate awaited us on that stage.
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