Please note I'm not a native English speaker. I'll appreciate feedback!
All characters are (sort of) consenting adults.
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"I'm not going to lie, I have a specific taste. I have yet to find the right one for my wishes." I looked up from my book at the sound of the deep voice carrying through the room. Mistress entered the common room, together with a huge man. His rich voice carried all the way to where I was sitting, on the other side.
"That's quite alright, mr. James." The way Mistress said his name, I knew it wasn't his real name. She called most of the men mr. James. It was a need to know-thing, the men preferred to stay anonymous. "We have 25 girls here at the moment and I have access to more if needed. You may take a look around before we go to my office to discuss possibilities." My eyes shifted back to my book and I tried to hide behind the pages. I'm not going to lie, I never came here willingly. I was struggling less than 2 months ago, taking any kind of job to pay for the bills. The month I met Mistress, I was in real deep shit. On the verge of going to the wrong people to ask for money. She took me in, explained the rules and I accepted a month ago. Selling myself basically. Mistress ran a high-end escort service, offering girls (and the occasional guy) to wealthy men for either company or.... well... company. She let me go on a couple of dates, easy ones. Just there to be arm candy and entertain the men. So far, no-one has ever asked me for anything sexual, except for one asking to feel my boobs. I let him and he tipped me extremely well. Money was my only motivation.
Mr. James and Mistress spoke a couple of words before moving to her office. I felt kind of nervous. The way the eyes of the man had shifted through the room. He was on the hunt.
I could never focus back on the book. My eyes were just staring blankly at the words. I just waited for the door to open and for them to come out. It felt like hours, but it was barely half an hour later. Bit longer than usual.
"Girls, gather 'round," Mistress said in her calm voice. I knew better than to disobey, something I had learned my very first day here. I stood up and placed my book on the table. We all stood in one line in a large semi-circle. The eyes of the man slowly slid over our faces and our bodies and he licked his lips.
"So, mr. James. Based purely on the details we have spoken about, I will select a couple of girls for you to choose from. If you like someone else, just let me know." He nodded, not looking back at her. Mistress stepped to the first girl on her right. She walked so slow, assessing each girl as she stepped by. I knew this was just a game. An act. She already had her girls selected. She took the hand of a girl and pulled her a step forward. The girl next to her was pulled forward as well. She skipped a couple and then selected the next. I stood in the middle and my heart started beating erratically as she came closer. I looked at the man again. He was tall, broad shouldered and had tanned skin. Like he was mediterranean. Dark curls, piercing black eyes. I had to admit, he was handsome. But something in him scared me. Mistress stepped in front of me and she smiled as she took my hand. She must have known I was nervous. I didn't smile back as I stepped forward. Three other girls were selected as well.
"Girls, please follow me to the foyer. The others may go back to what they were doing."
My heart pounded as I quietly walked with the other girls behind Mistress and mr. James. His scent trailed behind him, he did smell nice. He obviously took great care of himself.
"Line up and please undress." The other girls did what she asked without hesitation. I had to force myself to do the same. This was the first time I experienced anything like this. Normally Mistress would order me to come here, get dressed and explain the wishes of the customer. I would then be picked up, have a night out and be returned here. Apparently Mr James either had a lot of money or a lot of influence for almost all of us to be gathered here and be checked out personally.
"You believe all of these girls are fit for what I have in mind?"
"Yes sir!" Mistress chirped with a proud smile.
"All these girls have also consented to being filmed?" What?! NO! My eyes shifted to Mistress in shock, but she ignored me.
"Indeed. All these girls consented when they signed their contracts." Now she looked at me sternly. I bit my tongue and looked down. Apparently I forgot to read that fine print. Damn. Mr. James slowly walked down the line, his eyes raked over our naked bodies. I was last in line. Quickly I looked at the other girls. They were all smiling, flirting with their eyes. What did we have in common? We were all slim and young. Or at least looked young. But there were differences. Where I was a short brunette with shoulder-length hair, Elisa over here had a short blonde pixie cut and Jesse was a tall curly redhead. There were small boobs, saggy boobs and even Helen's fake round ones. I didn't know what he would choose, we were all so different. I kept my eyes down as Mr. James came to me and I flushed slightly. I had never been checked like this.
"I have made my decision," his voice thundered suddenly. I looked up, but he was looking at Mistress. I really didn't know who he chose. She nodded happily.
"Shall we finalise the contract, then? Girls, you may get dressed. I will let the lucky girl know later tonight."