Chapter 3

Gwen’s POV

My heart raced in my chest, and I tugged at Amanda. She gave me a side smile and returned her attention to the woman behind the desk.

“Madam, I got you a fresh girl,” I heard Amanda say and the woman stood up from behind the desk.

She picked up another cigarette from her table and lit it. After pulling some drags and puffing the smoke on my face, which made me cough, she smiled.

“Well done, Amanda. Greenhorn. I like. I can smell her virginity all over,” she said, sniffing the air.

“She is a virgin? Let me unwrap her,” I heard the man say from behind, and Amanda moved in, putting me behind her.

“You’ve had enough virgins for this week. I would give her to someone else or break her myself. She is pretty,” I had the woman say.

I remained quiet, wondering what was going on.

“No, we can’t. Her fruits aren’t ripped for plucking yet,” I heard Amanda say and wondered what that meant, but I didn’t have to wait for long.

“She is a minor?” I heard the woman say, and Amanda nodded.

“How old are you?” the woman asked me, with a frown.

“Eight, sixteen,” I replied, looking nervous.

I almost mentioned my age.

“Eight years or sixteen?” the woman asked, staring at me like any wrong answer would mean my permanent end.

I shifted my gaze to Amanda, and she winked at me. I nervously returned my gaze to the woman.

"You don't know your age?" the woman barked, and I took a step back.

“Sixteen,” I replied, trembling, and she hissed, moving away as if disappointed.

“I've got two years before I can sell you,” She said and went back behind the desk.

“She is homeless? I don’t want anyone coming here to tell me I stole their girl,” I heard the woman say, as she sat behind his desk.

“Yes, 100%. See how dirty she looks,” Amanda replied, and stared at me with a smile, like being homeless was an honour.

“Okay, you know the drill. Let her take a shower and join the waitress for the night. Let’s see how she adjusts,” the woman said. “First sign this,” she said, and Amanda pushed me to the table.

I looked back at Amanda as I took slow steps towards the desk. Amanda smiled and urged me to go ahead. I turned around and faced the woman. She pushed a sheet of paper in front of me.

“I don’t know how to read, write or sign,” I informed her, after staring at the paper in front of me not sure what to do.

“Use the ink,” she said and opened a small black box for me.

She held my thumb and pressed it over the black pad and put it on the paper, printing my thumb on it. She took the paper back.

"What is your name?" she asked me.

"Gwen White," I replied, and she picked up a pen and wrote something on the paper.

“Now everything on this paper is binding. You are my property. I will clothe you, feed you and give you a place to stay. In return, you work for me. I am Madam Green,” she said, and I just nodded.

I had no idea what was on the paper. Amanda smiled and took me out of the room. She gave me a place to bathe and after handed me a bunny costume. I frowned, looking at how revealing the costume was.

“Put this on, or you die,” Amanda said. “That is what you signed. And the police can’t help you. You signed a contract. You have to do everything you are told, or you die,” she added.

I gulped and put the revealing bunny costume on. She hands me a tray. Playing hero, I have now become someone's property, and death is the punishment for refusing to do something.

“Tonight I will serve with you so you know how it’s done,” Amanda said, and I just stared at her wondering what I have gotten myself into.

"Let me fix this," Amanda said, and I wondered what she was going to fix.

She walked up to me and spun me around. She pressed my shoulder down, making me kneel. I wondered what was going on, but I was patient to find out. Next, I felt her hand in my hair. She combed everything back and held it up in a ponytail.

"Now, get up," she said, and I stood up.

She turned me to face her. She scanned me from head to toe.

"Now that is better. Sexy and ready to attract," she said with a smile and picked up a bunny ears, which she put on my head.

"Now, let's go," she said and headed for the door, wearing a black revealing bodycon mini straight dress.

We step into the club. It was very busy with people dancing and some people sitting on couches positioned at vantage points, either kissing or playing with a lady sitting on their lap. Some people were in front of a huge stage watching girls dancing in bikinis, and some girls were suspended in cages above the stage, dancing nude.

I followed Amanda towards a counter with a man behind it. He had a row of bottles filled up behind him.

"She is our new waitress. She just got employed," I heard Amanda say amid the loud music, before I moved my gaze to continue scanning the environment, while I tugged at the bunny costume, trying to cover up.

"Hey, sugar, how much for the night?" a man asked, almost screaming.

"Hey, back off and respect the rules," Amanda barked at the man, coming between me and the man. "Are you blind? Do you not see the dress she is wearing?" she questioned, and I wondered what costume I was wearing meant.

I was surprised the huge, muscle-built dude raised his hand in surrender and walked away from tinny Amanda. Well, that is how Amanda looked standing up to the man. Like an ant before a chicken.

"Now, listen to me carefully," Amanda turned around and spoke into my face after the huge dude was gone. “You only serve drinks, and nothing more. They will come at you. When they do, boldly tell them to respect the rules, or you will scream. They will back off," she said, and I nodded.

"And if they don’t back off?" I asked.

"You scream. High pitch," Amanda replied.

"What would happen if I scream?" I asked.

"He would receive a bullet to the head. Snipers are hiding at the top," Amanda said, and I looked up.

There was a huge floor above us, surrounded by a railing. I could see a few people up there.

"You see these disco lights," Amanda said, drawing my attention back to her. "Not all are lights from the coloured ball hanging there are for fun. Some of them are target lights. It moves to your forehead and you drop before you can say Jack," she added, and I gulped.

"Now, follow me," she said and collected the tray from me.

She packed eight glasses of different colours of drinks on it and carried the tray in one hand on her palm. She began walking and swinging her hips effortlessly, and I followed.

I realised she was going to the space with the couches.

"Need a drink?" I heard her ask, smiling.

A man and two girls picked some drinks, and she moved to the next person.

"Hope you paid attention," Amanda said when we returned to the place where we picked up the drinks.

I nodded, and she filled up the tray with another glass of drinks. She placed it in my hand, but I couldn't balance the tray on one hand. Amanda quickly grabbed the tray, but one glass of the drink fell to the floor. Someone moved in from nowhere and cleaned up the broken glass and mopped the place. She was dressed differently. I watched her exit the club using a door next to the counter.

"Focus, Gwen," Amanda said, and I quickly apologised for the broken glass. "Forget about it. Hold the tray with two hands," she said, and I did.

"Now, let's go," she said, and I followed her.

After going with me about three times, she leaned against the counter and left me to serve the drinks by myself. It looked like something I wouldn't want, but I gradually started enjoying it.

The club closed, and Amanda took me back into the room where I had taken my bath.

"Now, this is where you will stay. I live in town. I will see you in the evening. And hide your tips," she added and left.

I sat on the bed and counted the money I made from tips, and smiled. I have never seen so much money like this before. I was happy and was ready for another night.