Two Years Ago
“Are you ready, Charlotte?”
Her stomach clutching at the thought of what she is about to do, a young woman, twenty-two years old, red-haired, green-eyed, scans the auditorium. Demurely dressed in blouse and skirt, the leather collar at her throat is a biting reminder of the reality.
The hall is full, men of all ages, races, colours; perhaps two hundred or so. They have only two things in common….
They are rich….
…. and they want to f**k a virgin.
She resists the rising panic.
One week….
It’s only for one week….
If she can keep her nerve, if does this right, she will be free.
“Charlotte, they’re waiting.”
Taking a deep breath, Jenny lifts her chin….
…. and Charlotte steps up to the podium.
*****
