My story wasn't one of the good ones, no one I worked with had a good story; they all had something in them that made them end up here, at Victoria's Red Girls. You could call it a brothel and in many ways, it was. Yea, there were girls having sex with men they probably wouldn't meet outside certain rooms but married men were not allowed: everyone had a background check by the famous lady herself, Victoria Damien.

I knew Victoria since I was nine and I practically grew up in the huge house where everything happened, just outside New York. My parents died the summer the year I turned nine. Victoria was a friend of my mother and she took me in. No one asked any questions since she was very close with my mother.

And here I was today, the youngest girl among the Red Girls, only 18, 11 months and 1 week. The second youngest were 22, her name was Alice Brandon and she was my best friend, though she was leaving the Red Girls to get married.

Jasper Hale, 26 years old and owner of one of the hottest nightclubs in New York, Yellow Cabs. He came in one night and Victoria wanted Jessica, the famous one among us, to help him but she was busy. I managed to talk Victoria into letting Alice have him and judging from the way she looked at him when he entered the gathering room, she wouldn't mind at all.

That happened a year ago and Jasper would come in every night just to see Alice. In the beginning, Victoria tried to talk him into having someone more experienced than Alice but he wouldn't have it. Everyone thought they had sex but I knew better. Alice told me every morning how nice he was and what a great listener he was and she would re-tell the conversation they had the night before.

Victoria had a firm hand over all of us, taking good care, letting us have a life outside the Red Girls, everyone except me. Since she was my guardian, till I was 21, not 18, she would make a lot of my decisions. Like, I wasn't allowed to have sex before I was either married or 21. Everything but sex was allowed for me, so I ended up as the girl men asked for when they wanted a really good blowjob. Nasty, I know.

But when I wasn't looking at her like the monster she sometimes was when it came to my private life, she was very caring and helpful. There were girls working for her that wanted a man, someone to love and take care of them but there were some girls that ended up being sold. Not in the "you don't have a choice"-sold but they went with whoever it might be, after their background were checked of course. The girls got some money, someone they had to give to Victoria, and they would be free. Whoever bought them could let them live together, help them find a place for themselves and so on. Someone actually fell in love and there would a wedding all the Red Girls were invited to, of course.

I guess it was the idea of selling someone that brought this on the path, how Victoria decided to earn some more money. Blowjobs brought in money but there were days where no one asked for me and Victoria was starting to get nervous. After twenty years in the business, money was a big part in everything. There were girls Victoria fired because they didn't bring in all the money she expected. I was one of those but she couldn't fire me, kick me out of the house because people was watching the famous Victoria and what she was doing with the girl she was guardian for.

I knew something was coming but I didn't know what or when it would come. All I could do was to wait.

Edwards POV

"Nice to meet you Mr. Cullen," Victoria shock my hand and had flirty smile on her lips. Was she trying to seduce me? Yes but the poor woman didn't know that she wasn't what men was after any more, she was starting to get too old for over 60% of the men coming for the Red Girls.

I had always wondered why they were called the red girls but I understood when I first came here to scout for a girl: all they girls had something red on them, red hair, underwear, heals, make up and so on.

"What can I help you with?"

"I want a girl." I stated firmly.

"I figure that much, Mr. Cullen," I narrowed my eyes.

"Don't be smart with me, Miss Damien. I want a girl, a girl to take home." She went quiet and took a long look at me. I knew what she was thinking. "Miss. Damien, I know you do backgrounds checks so let me make it easy for you," I handed her the file that contained all the information she would need about me.

"I see," she murmured as she scanned through the file.

"I need to find a girl who can live with me and act as my fiancée. I am being forced by family to marry and settle down by the end of this year. As you see, I don't have much time left. Now," I pushed the photo of the girl I wanted toward her. "This is the girl I want, no other will do."

"This one?" she looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yes, that girl. She's young and will be good enough. She's the youngest girl, true?"

"Yes, she's eighteen, turning nineteen in just three weeks."

"Good. Now, the payment."

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