Chapter 3 Daisy – Rented Out

• I thought Mrs Jones was bad. I was wrong.
• Dean is the devil, literally. He and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide.
• This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them.
• I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate.
• I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything.
• I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room.
• He wants the man known as Mr. Devil to pay for me. If his name is anything to go by I would rather not. I do what I normally do, slow subtle movements that are taunting and teasing.
• “I will have the one on the left.” I hear a man talk. Shit! I see Dean frown at me, he isn’t the guy I need. I turn slightly, purposely pulling on my suspender strap as if I am adjusting it. My ass is now on show slightly. I can’t talk, I can’t move drastically a lot so it limits me. I'm used to the old places, where I can move.
• So I wiggle my ass slightly as I straighten the strap.
• “I will take number one.” The voice has my body relaxing, Dean nodding towards me and I am glad. Had I not got this man to take me I would be screwed.
• “Mr Devil, Mr Layne, only one can take her, so it is down to whoever has the most money and is willing to spend it.” The guy steps forward and looks at them.
• This is a brothel, a high-end posh one. Most women here are here for themselves. They choose to sell their bodies for money. They give the company 10% and keep the rest. However, Dean gives the company 10% and he keeps the rest I make, to cover my debt.
• “Well, I will pay four times whatever he is willing to.” Mr Devil sits back, his eyes on My Layne.
• I watch as Mr Layne laughs, he seems confident he will get me.
• “Easy, six hundred.” I stare at him, okay that is a lot. At the most, it is three hundred. Then again, I am used to where we lived before. This place apparently has more money.
• I see the other women grow impatient, and I don’t blame them. We stand here, and then they choose who they want, the last woman is the least wanted. Which has to hurt to know.
• “I guess I am paying two thousand four hundred.” I stare at Mr Devil, is he joking? Everyone is standing looking at him shocked, except the guy who runs the place he is just smiling a lot. His eyes roll like he is used to this sort of thing.
• “Looks like Mr Devil takes the lovely lady.” I watch as a woman walks to me and guides me off the stage. “I will ensure she is in your private room, Mr. Devil.” Private room? That I am not used to.
• “You’re new here I see.” The girl smiles at me and I nod. “Okay, so most people use any room. Mr Devil however has his own private room, which only he is allowed to use.”
• So he has a lot of money then, and clearly uses this place a lot.
• I simply nod. I know the rules. I don’t talk, I don’t ask questions. I simply wait in the room for the man to come in. I am shown to the room and stand waiting. The woman turns and begins to walk out.
• “Sorry, what do I do?” Normally, I get brought into the room. Told where to wait, to either strip or dress ready for the man.
• “You wait for Mr. Devil.” Turning she walks out. Great, so I just wait? Do I sit, or stand? Shit, I don’t know. Maybe Dean should have found out and told me.