Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
My eyes rise to the mirror and I stare at my reflection. My honey colored hair is loose and full from my earlier hair appointment. They applied my makeup model style, and because I was so early to arrive here, I got to choose my dress first. It’s amazing—white spaghetti strapped, fitted with tiny crystals that are embedded around the neckline, before it then drops softly to the floor with crystals scattered all over.
It’s super sexy without being cheap. In fact, it kind of looks like a dress you’d see at The Grammy Awards. I have sky-high, silver, strappy heels on. Underneath, I’m wearing a white, lace suspender belt and sheer white stockings with a sexy, matching strapless bra.
“Look at how beautiful you look?” Eliza smiles. “Do you know how blessed the man is going to be who gets you tonight?”
I smile.
“Now, as this is your first night, the men may be quite aggressive in securing your company. I want you to prepare yourself for that.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“New blood—new beautiful blood—means the men will be circling and competing against one another. This is a power game to them, but it’s you who gets to chose who you want.”
I frown.
“You don’t have to pick the man who invited you here. You can choose anyone you want.”
My eyes hold hers. I only want him.
“So, how does it work?” I ask.
“Well, you now can go in and have a few cocktails with the girls, half strength cocktails, of course. You’re not permitted to get drunk while working, but you are expected to drink for pleasure and to relax. Then the fashion show will begin.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Once that’s finished, the Escape men are invited into the private lounge area for cocktails and that’s when it becomes interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“You get to choose, and they know that, so they will be asserting their power over you.”
I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach.
“Some men won’t compete for you at all because they have their favorite girl and will be too busy pursuing her. Some men will be breaking their neck to be with you on your first night.”
I blow out a deep breath. This is hectic. What if nobody competes for me at all?
Oh my God. Horror dawns. What if Cameron doesn’t show up at all and I have to choose someone else?
Holy fuck.
“I don’t want you to be rattled. Just take your time and choose who you want.” She smiles calmly. Is she kidding? This is just a walk in the park for her.
“What happens then?” I ask nervously. The thought that Cameron might not be here sets my heart into overdrive.
“It happens quite quickly from there. You will leave alone with him and go to your room.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“You will have champagne and canapés, and you may order dinner, cocktails, or anything you want from room service. We have butlers at your service.”
I watch her intently as my mind goes wild.
“You don’t have to have sex with him. You don’t even have to kiss him, but you are expected to be good company, make him laugh, make him feel sexy. Give him intelligent conversation.”
“How many of the women end up having sex with the clients?” I ask.
Her eyes hold mine. “To be honest… all of them. The men are gorgeous and powerful. This is a gift that our girls are given—a night with a beautiful man without consequence or judgement. A night where they can leave their morals at the door and enjoy being a virile woman and have their sexual fantasies met for a change. But, Ashley, beware and listen to this very carefully: these men, if you let them, will have you under their spell in a minute. Don’t ever fall in love. It’s dangerous to your sanity.”
I frown, because I’m already under his spell.
“There’s a spa bath and a pool on the rooftop. Whoever you choose is yours to do what you wish with,” she continues.
I swallow nervously.
She turns me back to face the mirror. “Now look at yourself, Ashley.”
I stare at the girl in front of me, and I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of excited. This is so far from anything I could have ever imagined, and I look good. I know I look good… but this catwalk thing is freaking me out.
“I’m just nervous, Eliza. Do I really have to do the walk?”
She thinks for a moment. “What if you come out on stage, but don’t actually do the catwalk?”
“Could I?” I ask hopefully. “It’s just these shoes. I’m not used to them and I don’t want to wobble and make a fool of myself.”
“Fine,” she concedes. “But you will have to learn how to walk properly before the next time.”
I smile. “Okay. Deal.” There won’t be a next time, but she doesn’t have to know that.