Welcome to my Thursday story! Hopefully, I'll be updating this story with at least one chapter on every other Thursday. For the most part, it will be from Bella's point of view but may switch sometimes.
Enjoy reading,
Mrs. Naughty Clause
Disclaimer: This is not going to be a PG story in the slightest. Nor will it end in one of those soppy romance stories.
Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer so I can only be accredited with my own words.
I step up into the spotlight with my eyes cast down. I stand straight and don't even flinch when the turntable I'm standing on starts up. I am a seasoned veteran when it comes to this room. I feel the hungry looks through the darkened glass, which sparks an involuntary blush. The blood rushes from my chest, growing up my neck, before resting on my cheeks.
I try to focus on anything but the men and women on the other side of the glass panes who were bidding on me. I try to withhold the sigh as I knew whatever they were bidding would come with a time limit. I would only ever be out on loan unlike the other girls who had come and gone from this room, never to be seen again.
When the turntable stopped, I pause as I am expected to before the spotlight went out. It takes no longer than usual for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room before I step down off of it and walk to the exit. All the other girls who had gone in before me are huddled outside the door, trying to maintain some dignity and cover themselves as each of us stood in only bra and risqué underwear but I know there is no point.
"What happens if we don't get bid on?" One of the girls asks me as I lean against the wall. They all had quickly realized yesterday that this was not my first time nor would it be my last.
"You'll join the other on the main floor." I respond, almost feeling bad for them and their uneasiness.
"What's on the main floor?" A different one asks, wrapping her slender arms around her waist. She was pretty and perky; there was no doubt in my mind that she will never see the main floor. She will be sold for a high price but I answered nonetheless.
"A strip club."
I hear a couple gasps from the girls and I try not to roll my eyes by focusing on when I was them. It feels like decades but I know it hasn't been more than a year. However, I've seen more of them come and go so I've heard all the questions that they are going to ask and have rehearsed my answers so they are automatic now.
"Isabella." One of the brawns they have hired calls my name, snapping me to attention.
"Shut up and follow orders. You'll be fine." I hiss my last piece of advice before falling into step behind the big brute of a man. I keep my eyes down but know where we are going. I know we will take twelve more steps down this hallway before turning right. There he will unlock a door where he leaves me to walk through alone.