Chapter 1 -- Exotic Discoveries
Models, actresses, and singers any girl who wanted a career in these roles would jump at the chance. But only a few would ever get a job in the hard reality of the business. However, the eighties magazine boom was in full flow with men unable to put them down. The world wanted something new, something exotic and one twenty year old girl was beginning to make that happen.
Click, flash, buzz.
"That's great. Lets get one from the side. Let that beautiful long hair and chocolate kissed skin shine."
"Oh. Um sure." She gently ran her fingers across her head letting her long black hair flow wild, cascading over her dark skin. Her clothes were modest, a white long sleeved cardigan on a long black skirt. However, her clothes weren't the reason she was gaining attention. Her exotic Indian beauty was enough to catch anyone's eye in this all white city.
"That's perfect Sarah. Another great photo shoot."
"O-oh. Thank you. Although I don't think I'll ever get used to all the attention..."
"I'm sure you will. Besides. I'm sure this will make the cover of our campus magazine." The university releases a magazine every month and Sarah was hoping to push past her shy timid nature by featuring on the cover.
Sarah blushed looking away from the photographer with slight concern on her face. "I don't know..? I'm sure my parents will find it offensive."
Her family were conservative Indians and religious at that. Her father was an intelligent man from Bombay who pursued a job in America and once he found one he brought his whole family over. But the city they moved to was still very new to other ethnicities.
"I'm sure they won't. You're all the guys talk about at school. Everyone thinks you're beautiful."
"Oh? Are you sure they're looking at me? I'm nothing special really..." Sighing deeply, Sarah bit her lip clenching her fist against her heart. She didn't understand at the time why those words made her feel so uncomfortable. She was focused on her college major and her budding modeling career. However, something in the back of her mind made her feel like she made a mistake somewhere.
"Oh um... Sarah?"
"Yes?" She snapped out of her thoughts by the photographer tapping her on the shoulder.
"We all love you. You're skin. Your hair. Your body. But um... Well. It's your belly."
Looking down, she rubbed her stomach with a confused expressions. "What about it? It's the same as always. Yes?"
"Well no... Me and a few of the other photographers. Think you might have put on some weight."
"O-oh... I don't. I don't think so..." Defeated and wanting to run away, Sarah pressed her hand against her stomach feeling for changes. She was a petite, small girl with a skinny physique and gaining weight in the modeling world could mark the collapse of her career.
"Well. Ah. Just skip eating for a few days. You'll be back to that perfect shape we all love." With a creepy smile and a slap on the back, he left for his next job leaving Sarah confused and upset.
"I have... For a few days now... Why is my stomach getting bigger?" Constant stress and fear of loosing her small campus modeling job, she was constantly skipping meals. Feeling nauseous, She gathered her things throwing on her jacket and headed back to the girls dorm.
She went straight to the shared toilets throwing up in one of the stalls. Bringing her head up to breath, she overheard some of the other girls gossiping as they entered the toilets.
"I heard that bitch. Britney. Got knocked up by her boyfriend."
"What! How do you know."
"She said she was feeling nauseous. Also her stomach keeps getting bigger."
"No way! What's that whore going to do? Going to an abortion clinic will be on your school record. Also immediate expulsion."
"Yeah I know. But some freak put up a flyer on the notice board in the kitchen. About discrete pregnancy tests and abortions. Bet she's feeling lucky."
"Ew god. I hope I never get pregnant..."
Both girls were giggling loudly as they finished their business and disappeared to their rooms. Which left Sarah alone in the stalls once again using everything she heard to question herself. Her heart hit the floor with anxiety, her breathing now erratic.
"Am-am I pregnant..? Oh god. Oh no. Please no... Not now." She waited until she couldn't hear any noise from outside the toilets before sneaking her way to the kitchen and grabbed one of the pull off tabs on the flyer. Which read, we understand, it happens, it's not fair that your life gets ruined by one moment of fun. Come see us and we'll help you keep a clean record, all free of charge.
"This. This sounds too good to be true. It's definitely strange. But I don't have anywhere else to go right now..." She snuck over to the dorms phone and dialed the number on the piece of paper she tore off.
After a few anxious moments of waiting, a deep voice answered making her jump. "Do you require our services?"
"O-oh. Um." She looked around the room before sheltering the phone from anyone who might be listening, talking quietly. "About Pregnancies right?"
"How many weeks?"
"I don't-" She stopped herself hesitating on her words shivering with the thought. "I haven't had intercourse before."
"Oh? Well. We can discuss that later. Come see me. Forty fifth street. East block clinic. Tonight at eight."
"W-where? Why? Who are-"
Click
"Oh... They hung up..."
The rest of that day was an agonising wait as she constantly switched her mind between going or staying. The fear of what would happen if her parents and the school found out mixed with the fear of this anonymous abortion clinic. Finally arriving at the arranged time, she ultimately decided it would be best for her career to go.
The street address she was given was conveniently across the road from the girls dormitory. It was a fairly safe street but there were rumors of women going missing in the back alleys. As Sarah approached the east block clinic she was told to arrive at, she panicked and spun around to leave. Keeping her eyes closed as she turned, she ran straight into a solid object smelling like sweet nectar and the hint of blood. "Oof!"
"Are you okay there? Where are you off to in a hurry." Standing there in her way was a tall masculine looking man dressed smart. Sarah immediately recognised the man feeling a little better about her choice.
"Oh. Doctor Ploughton. What are you doing here? I haven't seen you on campus for a while."
"Please. No need to be so formal. Call me Randy. Miss?" Randy was the school's doctor until a few months back as he claimed his work was too important for just the university opening his doors for all. He now had a clinic off campus but kept up with his regulars from the school.
"Sarah. Sarah Bhali. I was just um."
"Are you here for. The clinic?"
"How did. Wait that voice. Are you the one I spoke with?"
"Come inside. Let's talk." Randy shuffled Sarah into the clinic which was an old looking doctors office. He pulled out a teacup from the cupboard and began heating some tea for her.
"I feel a little better knowing a doctor is behind the flyer."
"Good good. Now. Could you tell me how a intelligent and well adjusted girl like you. Ended up getting pregnant?"
"Um... I'm not really sure what to say."
"Don't be shy. Everything is confidential. I am a well known doctor." He placed the tea in front of her sliding it under her nose.
Nodding hesitantly she looked down into the cup. "I don't have much experience with sex. I'm not someone who would go around doing it... But I don't understand. My stomach keeps getting bigger..."
The doctor chuckled leaning forward on the desk encouraging her to drink. "Sounds like someone had fun. No reason to feel ashamed for sharing yourself with someone." Sarah had no recollection of the events of her first college party and still thought it was just a gathering of friends with a few drinks. The part her mind refused to remember was just how many people had fun with her.
"Oh. No no. It's not like that. I'm sure." She fidgeted on her chair feeling her panties getting wet. She was scared of those broken memories but her body felt the opposite, feeling hot and excited.
"Well Sarah. I don't plan to dig into your past. I'm just here to do my job. Removing your pregnancy."
"Th-thank you. This won't go public. Right?"
"Of course not."