Chapter 3: Belinda discusses virginity
There was a rap at Vincenzo's office door, and then it opened before Vincenzo answered. The man who walked in seemed slovenly compared to Vincenzo's meticulous appearance. His dirty blond hair could have used cutting, or at least combing, and his shirt was untucked. "This the new girl?" he asked, barely glancing at me.
A transformation seemed to come over Vincenzo. The connection that I had not realized was between us was gone, even before he pulled his hands away from mine. He looked up, and his face was cold and impenetrable, as it had been when he had spoken to my father. "You're early," he said, displeasure evident in his tone.
The man shrugged. "Thought I'd watch the show."
A surge of dislike flashed on Vincenzo's face. "Show's over. She's undamaged, which means, Heath, you'll not touch her."
"Not yet," Heath said. He winked at me and deliberately licked his lips. I shivered.
"Stand up," Vincenzo said. It took me a moment to realize he was speaking to me. I stood awkwardly, fighting the urge to cover myself. Vincenzo looked me over. He picked up a strand of my hair. "Keep this shoulder length," he said to Heath. "Tell Tonna just to trim it. Nothing sophisticated. She looks younger than she is, and I want the men to see a scared schoolgirl." He touched my chin. "Let me see your teeth." I bared my lips, mortified. He nodded. "Color's okay."
Vincenzo indicated with his hands that I should turn around. When I obeyed, he touched my arm. "What's this?" There was a long scratch on my bicep, not deep but ugly.
"I was pruning the rhododendrons," I said. Even though it was the wrong time of year, I had wanted to get as much done as I could before I left. Suddenly I was homesick, for a home I hadn't loved in years. My eyes filled with tears.
"She's a crier," Heath commented.
"Good," Vincenzo replied. "The men will like that. Make sure the medic cleans the cut." He touched my arm again, just below the cut. I almost pulled away, but I caught myself. "We're done here," he said.
Heath snapped his finger and turned to the door. I looked questioningly at Vincenzo and he nodded. "Go on," he said. He turned away abruptly.
I caught up with Heath just outside the office door. He closed it and said, mostly to himself, "What a dick." The man behind the front desk shook his head.
I didn't want to go with Heath. I was naked, and alone, and I was sure that the only thing that was keeping him from attacking -- raping -- me was Vincenzo's admonishment to him not to touch me.
But of course it didn't matter what I wanted.
I followed Heath into an elevator around the corner from the front desk. He pressed 5. As the elevator started to rise Heath glanced to the top right corner of the elevator. There was a camera there.
The elevator door opened onto a hallway. Heath started walking, snapping his fingers for me again. We passed a couple of doors, and then Heath entered a room on the right. The smell of nail polish and shampoo hit me before I walked in. The room was smaller than the Supercuts I went to, but it had the same sinks, the same reclining chairs, the same mirrors, the same shelves lined with hair products.
I jumped when I saw a naked girl out of the corner of my eye. She was reclining in one of the chairs while another girl, also naked, painted her toenails.
I took a deep breath to try to steady myself. Of course I wouldn't be the only one naked.
"Ladies," Heath said, his voice dripping with an obnoxious sarcasm.
The woman who had been in the chair sat up. I tried to avoid looking at her body, so I looked at her face instead. Her skin was a golden tan, and her black hair was in elegant cornrows that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were unexpectedly a light blue. "Show me some respect, Tonna," Heath said. He snapped his fingers. I thought that if he did that one more time I would break them off.
Tonna sighed a little, then stood up and walked over to us. She fell to her knees before Heath, and reached up to his fly. Heath swatted her hand away. "Not this time," he said. He indicated me. "I'm waiting for the real thing. Belinda here is undamaged goods."
The other woman snorted. She was blonde, and a little heavyset. I couldn't help noticing that she had the biggest boobs I had ever seen. "It'll be a long time before you'll get her, then," she said, "unless your uncle gives itty bitty you a big fat check."
Heath scowled. "You watch your mouth, Kaylee."
"Or what?" Kaylee said. "You know you can't touch me, and you can't make me touch you either."
Heath flushed a deep red. "That's what you think?" He walked over to her and suddenly grabbed her nipples, squeezing and twisting them. Without thinking I reached my hands up to my own breasts. "You might not be a slave but if you don't like our rules you're back out in the gutter where we found you."
Kaylee's eyes filled with tears, and she uselessly put her hands on Keith's forearms. He just twisted harder. Next to me, Tonna was frozen.
"All you have to do is tell me to stop," Heath said, "and I'll have you thrown out of Damascus." Kaylee bit her lips against a groan that escaped, and shook her head.
The brutality of it made me feel sick. I stepped back, and bumped into a table with a bunch of hair product bottles on it. Without thinking I grabbed one that I hoped was made of glass and dropped it on the floor. It shattered, and a clear thick liquid splattered.
Heath let go of Kaylee and turned to me. "I'm so sorry," I said. "I knocked it over with my elbow."
Heath looked at me hard, and he clenched his fist, but he didn't make a move towards me. I realized that, unlike with Kaylee, he really couldn't touch me. At least not yet. Heath seemed to be going through the same thought process. He narrowed his eyes. "Clean it up," he said at last to the others. "And then take care of her. Just give her a trim." He stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Kaylee was massaging her breasts. "Lucky for me you're a clumsy sort of virgin," she said, with an attempt at a laugh.
"She's not," Tonna said, staring at me. "Clumsy, I mean. The virgin part I don't know about. But she didn't knock that bottle over. She dropped it, nice and delicate, on purpose."
"I didn't know how else to make him stop," I said.