Chapter 1

• Chapter One:
• Two Years Ago
• “Wanna hang out with us this evening, Martinez?” My roommate Marianne drawled in her Texan twang asked me.
• I sat up in surprise, with my mouth falling open in shock. I never expected Marianne would invite me, but she did today.
• Different from all my rich roommates, I was poor and often got ostracised by them. Thus I was lonely most of the time and I really wanted to be accepted by them.
• ’Yes,’ I said eagerly and saw the look of devilish glee on her face which she quickly hid. That should have warned me but I was too happy.
• ‘Then let’s get you dressed,’ she said, a sly smirk on her face, her eyes moving dismissively over my plump frame.
• “Uh…where are we going?’ I asked in a small voice for I had no clothes in any way comparable to the Texan girl’s lavish wardrobe.
• She shrugged her shoulders and said mysteriously,’ Somewhere you have never been to, baby.’
• *
• Seven hours later, we were before a large building, dark and foreboding, almost hidden away in an alley.
• As we stood before the large doors, I trembled. It was just the cold, I told myself but I was terrified. A feeling of unease pervaded my body and I could not shake off the disquiet that had been with me all evening.
• My dress, or what there was of it, was a lacy red thing that barely covered my full breasts and clung to my wide hips lasciviously. It came up to mid-thigh but that was because it belonged to Marianne who was a lot taller and slimmer than me. In fact, I had to squeeze into it!
• Marianne had done up my eyes and the smoky look made me look like a different person altogether, someone who was promising a lot…As for my mouth, she had colored it red, a soft, sultry red and I shuddered.
• ‘Ummm…just where are we, Marianne?’
• “Shut the f*ck up,” she hissed as she stepped up to the door and pounded on the massive knocker.
• The doors swung open and a man with beefed-up muscles and gelled black hair, scowled at us, his gaze softening as he looked at Marianne.
• ’We have a pass,’ she purred and he blinked before nodding his small eyes skimming over her proffered hand. His salacious eyes went over me and I shrank, hating the look in his eyes; it made my skin crawl but I moved forward, obediently following Marianne inside.
• The door slammed shut, closing out the world."
• I never anticipated that this night would completely change the mundane life I led.
• The inside was a total surprise.
• The walls were draped with lengths of cloth, deep red and black and I felt a twinge of unease. From the distance, for we were in a dimly lit corridor, I could hear the sound of music, muted but definitely loud, and I trotted along the dimly lit corridor, behind the girl who had brought me here, who was barely acknowledging me now.
• We passed a few men well dressed and sophisticated-looking, who glanced at me disdainfully, as though I was trash. I felt their eyes on my breasts and jogged forward quickly.
• Marianne was waiting impatiently at a door and she flung me a cool look as she entered, pushing past the bouncers who stood guard. Instantly, we were assailed by music, the smell of sweat and smoke, the fragrance of assorted perfumes and alcohol, and the sounds of…fists on flesh?
• I almost drew back in horror. But my companion, devious as she was, must have sensed my fear.
• She turned and gripped my wrist, her nails digging in as she hissed,
• ’Oh, NO. You do NOT run away, little Marty the Mouse. I did not bring you here, all dolled up, just to turn tail and run.’
• And she was dragging me forward as I stumbled in her wake, mumbling something about teaching me a lesson. My heart sank and I felt a roaring in my ears.
• WHAT DID SHE MEAN?