Well, here it is, not very good, sorry. We are redecorating our basement and I was enlisted to sew the pillows. Also I had 2 new classes start last week, also looking for a job, ugh. Well, C'est la vie! I have decided that I will try to update every Wed. if I can. O, and I promise that PotC characters will show up, at least one by the next update. --Scarlet Rebelle

Chapter 2 is dedicated to:

AneleTiger,

her story is the best, if you haven't read it yet, go check it out. She is the one that encouraged me to write my own fic. Thanks Anele!

Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho:

Thanks for the encouragement. You have no idea it means to me, helps keep me going : )

A great big thank you to all who read this, reviews are as good as fresh salsa, making myself hungry here….

Any-who, on with the story…. CHARGE, ahem, well here is chapter2…

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Katrina stared at Fleur in terror. "But…you…I…my father…I can't…"

Fleur shook her. "Trina! What ever eet eez, just say eet!"

"I can't." Fleur's outburst returned some of Katrina's coherency. "I can't." she repeated

"Don't fret Trina, Madame's eez know to be more , how you say, classy than other establishments. Eetz patronage eez the mostly well-born, gentleman type. They are not the best lovers, but they pay very well.

Also, Madame takes very good care of us girls. We are not allowed to be beaten. So guessing by those marks on your cheek, this will be better than you last job. Madame does not allow those sadist types.

Katrina gingerly touched the tender spots on her face. "My father caused these…I was a serving maid, just a serving maid."

"So what you are trying to say ezz…?"

"I am…um…chaste." Katrina supplied.

"You're a virgin?' for once Fleur could think of nothing else to say.

"Yes, so you see why I cannot stay here! I have to leave!" Katrina was shaking.

"Trina," Fleur took Katrina's hand and led her to sit beside her on the edge of her bed "you can't leave. I can't leave. Those men at de doors are not just to keep de unwelcome out, They keep de girls in. We are not allowed out, we only get bought."

"B-bought?" Katrina parroted.

"Oui, over and over, or rather our services are bought, by our clientele of course."

"I c-can't st-stay here." Katrina was on the edge of sobbing.

"Don't you dare start to cry! I worked too hard on your makeup and Madame will be furious if your debut is ruined by tear stains and bloodshot eyes!"

"B-but you must help me escape." She pleaded desperately trying to bring her tears and fear under control.

"I cannot. De repercussions…"

Knock knock. The door opened to reveal the brazen girl that had taken Katrina and her father to see Madame. "Madame says it is time to introduce the new girl, Riley will come shortly." Her eyes shot venom at Katrina. "Hhumph!" She slammed the door.

"I think she hates me, but what did I do? Katrina said.

"That was Jemma, Madame's best girl. She is always in high demand. She sees you as a threat to her reign over de other girls here."

There was another knock on the door. "Fleur, Madame asked me to bring down the new girl." A huge bulk of a man filled the door way

"Oh! But of course!" Fleur hopped down off the bed and sailed through the door, her raven hair floating behind her like a veil. Her head popped back around the corner "Who knows, Trina? You might actually like it." Fleur giggled with a broad wink.

"Off you go, trollop." Riley gave Fleur a wide grin and a playful slap on her hind end. Katrina heard her merry laugh fade down the hall.

"Time to go poppet." Riley said. Katrina didn't move. "Easy way or the hard way, its your choice." He emphasized his comment by producing and brandishing a length of rope.

With a soft whimper Katrina slid from the bed and allowed him to steer her to a set of steps at the far end of the hall. When they reached the bottom they were stopped by a door, which was swiftly unlocked and opened by Riley. He directed her into the shadowed area, thick red drapes covered the opposite side from the door.

Katrina's senses were assailed with the sent of perfume and raucous laughter.

"Gentleman, gentlemen," the same cool, accented voice that Katrina heard before was calling the room to some semblance of order "Tonight, I have a special treat for you. A tasty little dollop, yet unsullied by her new found profession. An enticing little sprite of enchanting beauty. Whose deflowerment will be the privilege of the gentleman whose purse is the most generous. And now here is our pure little fille. Trina!"

"That's your queue poppet." Riley flicked a bit of the drapery to the side and propelled a stumbling Katrina through the opening. The first thing that Katrina noticed was that she was on some sort of stage, the next, the color of red. Almost every thing in the room was red trimmed with black. Katrina stood still and shocked.

All over the room women where hanging off of men's arms, sitting on there laps, and dancing suggestively.

It was then that something broke into her dazed state if mind.

"16 guineas!"

"17!"

Oh, Lord!

"20 guineas, gold up front!"

I'm being bid on like a cow on auction day!

"20 up front it is!" Madame confirmed.

Clink. A bag landed on the stage, and Katrina was tugged down by her wrist, landing over a man's shoulder, her breath leaving her lungs in a whoosh. Ribald remarks and boisterous laughter followed their progress through the room and up the stairs to a room where Katrina was not so gently deposited on the floor.

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So that's it for now. I know not very good. Die vile writers' block! DIE! Um…heheheh, pretend that didn't happen…. So R&R if you would please.