Author's Note: A few chapters back, I wrote an omaku(extra) that showcased a bit of pornographic material. I excluded it then because I didn't want to write a porno. Well, I think I wrote one anyway.

On a side note, I feel fine for being a complete hypocrite.

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Chapter 51 – Party All The Time

October 8, 2004 = Friday

~Eliza Flores~

I awoke the next night where I had hidden, under the bed. The spot had seemed perfect to hide my light sensitive body and I had only to shift into my shadow-like form to fit into the cracks to get here. It was a bit dusty though, as I shifted back out from under the bed and into the room. Sun still shone in around the curtains and a look at the clock told me it was just after five.

With a wan smile, I grabbed a bra and pantie set before I stepped into the shower, leaving the mother-to-be sitting quietly on the bed. Yukie stayed quiet, watching TV with Dominique, though now it was a western. I worried that maybe I had carried things too far with my ghoul, since she had been quiet and sulked since I used Cherry's boyfriend to impregnate her. I had then gotten him his ice before taking him back to his room and dumping him onto the floor, letting him think he'd simply lost his memory from a head bump.

Thinking of this morning had me rubbing at myself, having liked the feel of taking Yukie's virginity and her tight embrace. Yukie hadn't once complained or said no as I took her innocence, instead she took her new role on with a quiet acceptance that really surprised me.

Once I had the donor home, I gave Yukie her last orders before I slipped myself under the bed. She was to change the sheets, as the old ones were stained with fake suntan oil and her blood, and coached her on stalling Cherry until I woke up. I didn't know what I wanted to do with the young wannabe dancer, but I was intent on asking Diamond before I did anything.

After my shower, and drying myself off, I dressed in my underwear and stepped out. Yukie was setting up the makeup kit I had her buy, one of the things I forgot to get with the clothes.

"Did Cherry stop by?" I asked her as I sat in one of the arm chairs.

"No one has come for you," she told me, as she began brushing my hair.

"Good," I said, closing my eyes as Yukie began to transform me into a beautiful person again.

I sat in silence, not really having anything to say as Yukie brushed my hair dry with the help of the blow dryer. She then began to lay my makeup on, keeping it light in deference to the amount of physical activity I was going to be doing tonight. I was going to sneak into the mansion, going in armed and dangerous. I would also be carrying the SAW, having run a full third of the belt into the box under the gun before seperating the belt and feeding it into the bolt. I would also be carrying the rest of the belt around my neck in case I needed it.

Once Yukie had my makeup done, and knowing I was going to be meeting Cherry soon, I dressed in dark slacks, a pink button-up blouse and four inch heels knowing I'd switch to leather as soon as I was finished. I only wanted to check out her technique, find out if she were serious about dancing in the nude and not just hero worshiping her sister's job.

Looking around the tiny motel room though, I didn't want to do her audition here. After opening the door and checking to make sure the shadows from the nearby trees had shaded the bottom of the motel, I stepped out and headed to the manager's office and went inside.

"Hey," I said, seeing a skimpily dressed Diamond and a well dressed Jimmie talking.

"Hey, boss," Jimmie said with a smile. "Everything is going splendid around here."

"And I've got a busload of girls going to Confessions in about fifteen minutes," Diamond told me. "We might have to stagger them. Most of them are still hung over from last night."

"Last thing we need is a bunch of liver failures," I said, agreeing with her. "Try to keep enough girls there throughout the week for a party, but the weekend is all hands present."

"Sure," she said giving me a brief smile. "May we speak in private?" she asked, her face set in serious lines.

"Sure," I said, then looked at Jimmie. "Do we have a spare room? I have an audition and want some space to move around in."

"Yeah," he said, going behind his desk. "Got a room that's under remodel. Still waiting on the bed so it's not open for rent, yet."

"That's perfect," I said, taking the key he offered and putting it in my pocket. It had the number on it, so I couldn't get it confused with mine. "Shall we?" I said, opening the door for Diamond.

"Alright," she said, stepping out with me. She turned and walked around the side of the building, away from the motel and next to the street where we wouldn't be seen by anyone inside. It was only when we were well away from any prying eyes and ears she turned and faced me with her arms crossed.

"What are your intentions towards my sister?"

The question was a shock, as was her direct attitude. Diamond was usually afraid of me.

"Give her her audition," I told her. "I also want to know if she's serious about dancing before I spend money on her."

"Alright," she said, uncrossing her arms. "I was afraid you were going to do something vampiric to her.

"Nothing like that," I told her. "As I said, I won't create a new ghoul by ripping their old life away."

"I guess I'm just protective of my sister," she confessed as she let herself relax. "Though I don't guess there's anything I can do to stop you."

"Not the least bit," I told her.

"So," she said, moving to stand against the motel's wall. She looked like a hooker, but I just stood there waiting for the other shoe to drop. "What all were you going to do to check her out?"

"Mostly, get a lap dance from her to see if she's going to shirk away from exposing herself and how she feels about being touched," I told her, making Diamond nod. Taking that as a good sign, I pressed on. "Also, I'll check her out personally for anything a guy might not like, such as blemishes or scars."

"That's good," she said, continuing to nod. "What about the VIP treatment?"

"You think she's ready?" I asked her, eyeing a black Chevy as it slowed. The windows were down and the tonto inside made a kissing face to Diamond as he slowed. Diamond blushed, then walked over to the car, my kindred hearing letting me hear everything.

"Hey, chica," he said, leaning close to her. "¿Cuánto montar ese culo, niña?"

I couldn't see Diamond's face, but she didn't miss a beat. "Dos grandes para todo."

"Estoy seguro de que lo vales, pero no tengo tanto. ¿Que tal cien?"

"Ni siquiera te conseguirá una mamada," Diamond told him. The guy drove away, shaking his head as Diamond walked back, a smug look on her face.

"Two grand buys a lot," I said, bringing her up short. "You want this for your sister?"

"I," she began to say, then hung her head. "I don't know why I even did that."

"It's what Duke made you do," I said, putting an arm on her shoulder in sympathy. "Do you want your sister to lose that too?"

"No," she said, her voice high. I pulled on her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her just as she began to sob.

"It's okay," I told her, holding her tight. "You're sister is safe now."

"No she's not," Diamond argued. "There's this guy who's trying to get her started down that path, and I'm so afraid he's going to succeed."

"Red hair?" I asked and she nodded. "Let me take care of him."

"He's well liked by the staff," she told me, halfway hysterical. "It's why I can't fire him. He's like a snake, but everyone says it's a good snake and won't let me get rid of it."

"He'll be gone in a few days," I told her. She looked up at with hope and fear in her eyes, and I give her a smile. "I can influence him into leaving on his own. Since we're down and not taking on new hires, you don't have to hire him back."

"So, people would think he just left on his own?" she asked, and I nodded my head.

"And you're left blameless," I told her. "You're sister is safe from him."

"Until some other jerk in the club decides to do the same," she said, her body going slack. I knew her problem, as long as her sister wanted to join the club, it was impossible to protect her from everything and everyone.

"You don't want your sister in the club, do you?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"I never have," she told me. "I always tried to discourage her, but she's been so insistent. Could you use the same thing to get rid of her?"

"I don't think it'd last long enough," I told her, making her sag against me again as her hope flickered and died. "But I can try to scare her with the same tactics Duke used on you girls."

"You think it might work?" she asked, hope blossoming in her eyes.

"Maybe," I told her. "It all depends on her."

"Do it," she said, sagging onto her heels and hanging her head. "Do whatever you want. I'd rather feed her boxes of tissues now than see her living with them for the rest of her life."

"Alright," I said, giving her a squeeze. "If it works, we don't have to worry about it ever again. If it doesn't, we'll just make room for her, but I'll be the one who corrupts her. She'll look to us just as you once looked to Duke. Can you live with that?"

"I guess it's better than some jerk doping her up and running off with her," she told me. "I just don't know if I can watch her get passed from guy to guy when she doesn't make her weekly cover of fifteen grand."

"Then I better not fail," I told her, as I dropped my arms from around her. She was quiet as we walked around to the motel, and we watched as the girls did indeed get in a small bus to be shipped out to Confessions. Cherry was writing down names on a sheet of paper, seeming to know every girl and their skimpy outfit. Cherry herself was dressed in a purple latex crop top and micro mini with twelve inch knee high heels, which I thought a bit trashy. Cheap, but trashy.

"Hey," she said as we got closer. The last few were getting on board, including Saba and her enhanced bust along with and Star and Scarlett. "I think we got everyone we're going to get."

"You heading out with them?" I asked Diamond, noting she was dressed for it as she was as skimpily dressed as the others.

"No," she said, looking sadly at her cheerful sister who had no idea what was in store for her. "I'll be along later, though."

"Then let's get this party on the road!" Cable said, blowing the buses horn twice before closing the doors as the last girl, Star, got on. We watched them drive away, before Cherry turned to look at us.

"So, your assistant said you'd be interested in seeing me dance?" she said cheerily as we walked along the cars.

"For your audition," I told her, making her squeal in excitement. "All the girls who worked at Four-Play have to go through it. Even your sister."

"Oh, sweet," she said, though I could see the tear forming in Diamond's eye as we stopped for her to get a boom box out of the back of a turquoise colored Focus.

"We'll be in room two-oh-nine," I said steering the two towards the stairs.

"Not your private room?" Cherry asked.

"No, I want you to have room to dance and move," I told her as we walked on.

"I, I have to go check on a few things," Diamond said quickly, breaking off and heading into a nearby hallway. I could hear her stifling a runny nose, and knew she was sad for what her sister was so blindly walking into to. It was the same thing that kept me from making ghouls, ripping people's lives away. I could empathize with her on this, but in this case, I was trying to save her sister's life by scaring her away.

I led her into the room, taking in its lack of a bed. It was otherwise fully furnished, with a table and two chairs by the window and a long double dresser that had a TV on it. There was also a set of night stands with a big empty between them where the bed was supposed to be, which was where I dragged one of the chairs. I then turned the lamps on, creating a soft glow reminiscent of a night club while Cherry sat the boom box on the dresser.

"So, danced for anyone before?" I asked her, knowing she hadn't.

"No," she said, drawing the word out. "Sis won't let me dance for her or anyone at the club. I've tried to dance a few times for Hans, but I can't hardly get alone with him."

I took a seat, settling in as I've seen men do many times with my legs slightly spread. "Well, we're going to treat this as a session in the VIP room. I assume you have some sort of tape or CD to dance to?"

"A tape," she said, chewing on her lip. "But I don't know what went on in the VIP rooms."

"It was pretty much an anything goes area for an hour at a time," I told her, seeing shock coat her face. "We also dance completely nude there."

"Nude?" she said, looking unsure. "I thought we only stripped to our panties?"

"VIP is different," I told her. "All the way to bare skin."

"Alright," she said, as she hit play. I didn't recognize the song, but it had a good sensual beat that Cherry rocked her body to. She approached me, bending over to let me look down her crop top. When she stood up, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts. She was a bit clunky, but with a smile, she swung a leg over mine and pressed her chest into my face.

I didn't see her undo the crop top, but when she pulled back, she pulled it off and tossed it aside revealing her perky breasts and pink nipples. When she pushed her chest into my face again, I briefly sucked her nipple into my mouth when it passed my lips. She gasped, pulling the nipple out of my mouth by jerking straight, but continued her lap dance.

When she slid off my lap, she turned around and made a show of slipping her micro mini off her hips and showing off her purple lace G-string. She let the mini fall to the floor, kicking it towards her top. She then backed into my lap to rub her nearly bare bottom on my slacks.

She stretched out, mirroring a spooning position and giving me a good view of perky breasts and nipples. I took advantage running my up her body and cupping her breasts. Her hands flew to mine, but I shushed her.

"Just relax into it," I whispered into her ear.

Cherry gave a brief nod wriggling a little before draping her legs over mine. She ran her hands over her body, probably counting on a mirror to show what she was doing. She then straightened up, leaning forward to rub her crotch against mine. I felt a brief stirring of lust as I looked at her backside like that, and I couldn't help but run my hands down her thighs.

She seemed startled by my touching, standing up quickly. She bent over, trying to hide her embarrassment by again showcasing her derriere for me. This time she pulled her G-string down in an effort to tease me. She hesitated, making me wonder if she'd do it, before pulling it down to reveal her vagina. She let the lace fall to the floor, before stepping out of it and throwing it by her mini and top.

It only seemed to occur to her then that the only clothes she now wore were her latex heels. She straightened up as the song faded into nothing, wrapping her arm around her exposed breasts. I stood from the chair, embracing her.

"Um, what are you doing?" she asked, as I rubbed her bikini area.

"Ready to join your sister in her chosen occupation?" I asked her as I used my other hand to undo my button-up.

"You mean I passed?" she asked, her voice hesitant as if she were unsure.

"No, we start the next part," I whispered in her ear. "Bend over."

Cherry did as she was told, bending at the waist. I took my button-up off, tossing to the table then gave her waist a rub. I then formed a large toy from the shadows, the shadows making it look like hard rubber in the dim light. When I rubbed it against her vagina, Cherry jumped and darted away.

"What the..." she yelped, backing up against the dresser with a shocked look on her face. I gave her an evil grin, waving the toy at her.

"Come and take your medicine," I told her, undoing my slacks. She look mortified, watching as I kicked my heels back to the table just before my slacks joined them.

"My sister doesn't do that!" she yelled at me. My smile deepened as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Call her and find out," I challenged. "She was going to charge a guy two grand for a screw before we met you at the bus."

"My sister is not a whore!" she yelled.

"How do you think she kept your parents house?" I said, smiling at her. "Goes to college? Medical checkups? It's not cheap. You think strippers are just showered in money?"

"No," she said, her voice small.

"She fucks men because it's what they want," I told her. "You know we have a cover of fifteen grand a week."

"She might have mentioned it," she said, her voice still small and scared.

"So even at a hundred a dance, how many dances is that to make cover, and cover your expenses at home?"

"Um," she said, trying to figure it out. Her eyes grew sad though, telling me she wasn't liking her train of thought.

"How much easier is it when you make a grand or two for a fuck?" I told her, pressing the issue. "There's no cameras in the VIP section for a reason. It's so the girls can work the guys however they need to make their money."

"But," she started to say, then hung her head and heaved a big sob. I slipped my bra and pantie set off to stand there in the nude. I was almost looking forward to this, though I didn't know why.

An idea hit me, and I went over to the night stand and opened it up, reaching a hand in. In reality, I formed a strap-on like I had bought, though much bigger in size, and slipped it on. When I turned back, I could see the tears sparkling on her cheek in the lamplight.

"So, ready to join your sister?" I asked her, moving to stand in front of her. She looked up from the floor, but her eyes didn't raise past my toy.

"Yes," she sobbed, hanging her head as she stepped forward. I put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around and bending her over, and she braced herself against the dresser. I put my hands on her hips, lining myself up, even as she gave another sob.

Digging my toes into the carpet and hands on her hips to help control her, I entered her, and began the real audition.

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When I stepped out of the motel room, the sky was a dark blue of late evening. I was redressed in the clothes I had been wearing, but Cherry had yet to pick herself off the floor. She had cried herself dry, but seemed content to be left in her misery at the moment.

The first thing I noticed though when I stepped out was Diamond sitting by the door. One look at her and her tear run make-up told me she had a good ugly cry somewhere. Judging by the angle of her runs, I'd say she had been by the door for a long while.

"Diamond?" I asked her softly, and she looked up at me.

"Is she..." she started to ask, then gave a sob.

"She decided to go through her audition," I told her, extending my hand. Diamond took it, and I lifted her to her feet.

"I heard," she said, her voice cracking a bit as she talked to me. "I couldn't watch you do it, so I left. But I had to know. So I walked up and I could hear you two...going...at…," she said before breaking into sobs again.

"I didn't just force her," I told her, giving her a hug. "I asked, told her how it was at Four-Play, and she agreed. I don't know what was the biggest shock, the sex or the fact you kept stuff from her."

Diamond dug in her pocket, then pulled out a small zipper bag with white powder in it. "Shock I can handle," she said, looking at the bag. "If you don't mind, I'm going to be with my sister."

"Go ahead," I told her, moving aside. "I'll see you another night."

Diamond just nodded, then went inside and closed the door. I gave it a moment, then concentrated and moved my sight and hearing into a shadow just past the door. I saw Diamond put the bagged powder onto the table before going to her sister.

"Anna, honey," she said, kneeling by her side. "Come on, I got something for you."

"You lied to me, Els," she said, not even moving to face her sister, just lay there staring at the wall. "You said you just danced."

"I do dance," she said, arguing the point. "You think there's another reason I put a dancing pole in the garage?"

"But you're a whore!" she yelled, then balled up tighter.

"When our parents died in that boating accident, I was just starting college," she told her sister. "We didn't have a lot of money. What was I supposed to do? I heard a girl talking about how she stripped for money for her tuition, so I figured maybe if I concentrated at it, maybe I could keep the house too."

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, finally turning over and looking at her sister.

"Shame, mostly," she said, hanging her head. "My audition was just like this, except Duke never asked me if I wanted to go through with it. Once I was in my panties, he held me down and raped me. Then George, then Cable, Tim, Jimmie, Hans..."

"He, he wouldn't," she started to say but Diamond put a finger to Cherry's lips.

"I've known him for years," she told her sister. "Eleven inches, thick, kind of hairy, and he's a hair puller. I wanted to tell you, but everytime…I just…How do you even start that conversation?"

"I don't know," Cherry said.

"Well, come on," Diamond said, picking her sister up from the floor. "I got something to help you get over this."

I pulled my sight back, letting the sisters have their moment. With a sigh, I headed down to the office, finding Jimmie sitting behind the counter watching TV. The news was talking about the investigation of the sarcophagus, how they had no leads and were asking the public for help. I just shook my head as I approached the counter. They weren't getting it back if the prince had his way.

"Anything come for me?" I asked, and Jimmie spun to face me.

"Oh yeah," he said, reaching under the counter for a box. "This came in about noon. Kinda forgot about it."

Taking the box under an arm, I gave him a smile. "With all the good looking girls you have to look at, I'm surprised you have time for the news."

"No girls to look at now," he said, as I ghosted for the door. "They done loaded up and left."

"They'll be back in the morning," I told him, opening the door and stepping out.

I carried the box up to Meredith's room, pausing briefly to see Diamond teaching Cherry how to snort coke. I sighed, shaking my head at what I had done, but was confident in my decision. I had to know if Cherry was serious about joining the club and if she were ready for what was to come. I had my answer, such as it was, and I was starting to learn more about myself.

Maybe I was a lesbian. Twice now I had screwed women, though one was in a borrowed body. The second time was still ringing in me, and I couldn't help a shiver of anticipation for doing it again.

I walked away though, sad that the one person I wanted to do it with was the one person I wasn't even sure was alive. With a false smile on my face, I knocked on Meredith's door, and the newly minted kindred opened it.

"Hey," she said, letting me in. Keenan was stretched out on the couch behind Eloise, who was now dressed in slacks and a shirt. I set the box on the coffee table while Meredith got a knife to cut the tape with. When she came back, she opened it up and took out one of the blood filled bags.

"Drink up," I told her, and watched her slip the bag between her lips and drink it, leaving nothing but an empty bag behind. I picked up the literature that was laying on the top to check out later, and Eloise snaked one of the bags out herself.

"You actually got it," she said, then drained her own bag.

"Not as good as getting it from the neck," Meredith observed, throwing the empty bag in the trash. "But I guess it's like everything else. Farm fresh is the best, but it's not always in season."

"True," Eloise said, after she drained her own. "But hunting is difficult and time consuming. This is easy, and allows us to concentrate on bigger things."

"Speaking of hunting," I said, as Eloise got up and threw her own bag into the trash. She flinched as I said it, but then she came closer and pulled her hair off her neck. I spun her around, taking her in my arms. Eloise didn't try to fight me as I breathed on her neck, my hands running suggestively over her body.

I bit into her neck, keeping my fangs shallow. Her blood seeped across my tongue like fire, and I couldn't help myself as I cupped her breasts. Eloise moaned, pressing into me as I slowly drained her. Spurned by sudden thought as I looked down her front, I plunged a hand into her pants. Eloise bucked against me, sinking my fangs a little further into her artery, then moaned long and loud to remind me of my time with Cherry and breaking the little red head in to sex.

I continued to fondle Eloise, even as she began to wriggle and buck harder. Every time she bucked against me, she caused my teeth to sink deeper into her neck, releasing more of her fiery blood across my tongue even though I didn't suck on her. Her moaning became high pitched, then with a final buck and a squeal, she climaxed all over my hand.

I pulled my fangs out after taking a few more gulps of her blood. I also had to support her as it seemed her legs had turned to jelly from my actions. When she finally stood on her own, Meredith handed her a fresh bag and she quickly drained it.

"That was intense," she breathed, looking a bit bashful as I went and washed my hands, letting the elder kindred get her bearings. "Haven't felt like that since 1873."

"Wow, you are old," Meredith said, then blushed.

"You should see the scourge sometime," I told her. "Or the prince. I know the scourge was turned back in the Civil War and the prince is older."

"Rumor is the prince fought for Napoleon," Eloise said. "It's hard to believe from his smooth talking ways, but he's supposed to be French."

"Like Michelle," I mused. "I wonder if he had to leave France like she did?"

"I think he was in Africa then," she told me. "That seems to be the consensus on where he met the sheriff and they paired up."

"Is that why he seems more like bodyguard than law enforcement?" I asked and she nodded.

"From what I've read, when that happens, the scourge is in effect the sheriff when he usually just keeps the peace in Elysium areas," she told me.

"Kindred meeting places," Meredith said, remembering one of her lessons. "They sound fun and terrible."

"I'll take you to one when I get a moment," I told her, getting a look from Eloise. "What? I know a place with the Anarchs where she'll be okay. Damsel won't let a fight start because the deputies would kill everyone to thin their ranks."

"That's what I'm afraid of," she said glumly.

"If that happens, I can jump us out which is how I'll get her in," I told her.

"Well," she said sounding unsure still. "We'll see how it goes in a few days. I'd like for it to settle down some."

"Alright," I said, somewhat agreeing with her. "Well, I have a party to crash."

"Awww," Meredith moaned.

"Relax," I told her, giving her a smile. "If I'm lucky, there's no trouble and I get high praise from the prince."

"If you're not?" Eloise asked, making me frown.

"It's why I'm crashing it with enough firepower to take the beach at Normandy," I told her. "Machine guns, assault rifles, flamethrower..."

"Going up against kindred?" Eloise asked.

"And humans," I told her. "I can use my shadows to make swords when dealing with kindred. The guns are for the guards."

"I wish you luck," she said, frowning. She wasn't happy, I knew, but she probably didn't feel it was her place to tell me how to live.

"Thanks," I said stepping out the door. I walked straight down the stairs, bumping into Diamond and Cherry as they were stepping out of the room I'd done the latter's audition in. Most of Diamond's makeup had been removed, probably with a wet washcloth, and she looked somewhat normal.

"Oh, hi," Cherry said, her voice sounding small as she shrank away from me.

"Don't worry," I said, giving her a smile. "I'm not going to molest you anymore tonight."

"Oh," she said, giving me a wry chuckle. "Good. So I passed?"

"Yeah," I said, giving her a warm smile to let her know I was happy with her. It perked her up, but she still hid behind her sister. "So, ready for the peepshow when I get the club going?"

"Peepshow?" she said, sounding confused. "What's that?"

"A place where you can strip since we can't have you on the club's floor yet," I told her. "It's like a private dancing area but you're behind glass."

"Oh, because I'm nineteen," she said, her smile faltering as she remembered her youth.

"I can get you a driver's license that states your twenty one," I told her, making both sisters stand there with shocked looks on their faces, "But I'd need to know you're ready to handle the club's hefty cover."

"I can so handle it," she said, trying to force herself to be confident.

"An-Cherry," Diamond said, correcting herself. "Maybe we should talk about this?"

"I can handle a cover," Cherry told her sister. "Besides, I want to join you and what you do!"

"Good," I told her, getting an evil look from Diamond as she looked back to me.

"Not good," she countered, and I put a hand on her shoulder.

"You make the club's cover by this time next week, and I'll get you a license so you can join us on the main dance floor," I told her.

"And if she don't?" Diamond said, and I could see the edge form in her. My smile must've spoken volumes, because soon Diamond mirrored me.

"She makes the cover, she joins us as a full dancer," I said, laying down the wager. "Fail, and she's still a rookie needing a training pole."

"But how am I supposed to make the cover without a club to dance in?" she asked, and I think now only figuring out my trap.

"Same way the girls make theirs," I told her, giving her an evil wink. "You just get a private room instead of a curtain."

"Oh," she said simply, her face draining of color. "Do I get to use condoms?"

"Of course," Diamond said, giving me a look as if to challenge me.

"Sure," I told her, consenting to that. "I bet the girls have a condom or two in the rooms to use."

"Under the armrest," Diamond told me, before turning and pleading with her sister. "Sis, don't do this."

"It's done," Cherry said, extending her hand to me.

"Right," I said, taking it. "Fifteen grand in five days."

Cherry stuttered for a moment, as if only now realizing how deep she had stepped in it. "F-fine then," she said, then turned to Diamond. "Keys? I need to get a box before I start trying to make money."

"Here," Diamond said, fishing in her small purse for the key. "I'll get the room and be waiting."

"Thanks," she said, before running to their Focus and driving off.

Alone with Diamond, I saw the small blonde wrap her arms around herself. "She's never going to make that much money on her own in a week."

"I know," I told her, and Diamond whipped her head up. "But you can't help her. I need her to fail."

"I," she started to say, then leaned against the motel as she rubbed her hand over her sniffy nose.

"I know," I told her, looking down myself. "But I'm trying to find the line where she realizes what she wants isn't a good thing. Maybe if she screws a hundred fifty guys it'll help her understand that."

"Assuming she gets a hundred a pop," she told me. "Street hooking isn't that rich. Most guys won't pay over forty."

"Show's what I know," I muttered. "Are you going to hang around?"

"For a bit longer, yeah," she said, kicking at the wall with the back of her heel. "You think she'll fail to get the money?"

"Well, if she gets fifty a pop, making it three hundred guys, seven days, an average of twenty to thirty minutes a guy, maybe twenty more to reel in another, she should be sixteen guys a day short," I said, monologue-ing my math.

"So, is tomorrow planned too or do you make it up as you go along?" she snarked as she took in my math and came to the same conclusion I had.

"Both," I told her. "Layers upon layers in her audition. I aim to see her fail, if for nothing else, than for you."

"Thanks," she said, giving me a smile. She then took a breath, and looked at the street where soon her sister would be selling her body. "Well, I better get going. It won't take her long to get to the drug store and buy the condoms and get back."

"I mean it though," I told her, catching her eyes with my tinted stare. "Don't help her by helping her get money or more money from the guys. You can only look out after her safety, but if anyone wants to buy her, she has to handle it on her own."

"Alright," she said glumly, then walked away. I knew she was going to find it a hard week to get through, but she needed to understand sometimes you had to fail. I did, training to be a weapon, and took my bruises and kept on. Her sister might not be able to handle her own, but she had to learn to live her own life.

I was finding it the hardest thing I had ever done.