Page 25 of Keeping My Enemies Closer: Pt. 1

I watched as Stephanie did her best to sound respectable.“No, they will not.However, they don’t need to know what you look like.”

“Why not?”the same girl asked.

“They’re bidding for the use of your body, nothing more,” she answered bluntly, but not unkindly.“Your looks are irrelevant to the purpose of this event.Now, do most men enjoy pleasant aesthetics?Yes, most of them do.However, the impression that you make when you walk onto that stage will speak for you, and that is what the participants will bid on.Remember, they are all here for sex, not to get to know you better.”

“What...what if no one likes...uhm, bigger girls?”another girl asked, and while she wasn’t what I would consider obese she also wasn’t petite.

“That is what the base consolation pay is for,” Stephanie answered.“The truth of the matter is that you might not get any bids if you’re not to anyone’s liking, but truth be told, that’s the best-case scenario here.You’ll get the full ten-thousand without having to go upstairs with someone that might not be toyourliking.Don’t forget, ladies...you don’t get to choose who bids on you.”

“And this really is a one-time thing only?”another girl asked.

Stephanie nodded.“You will never get to sign up for this event again.So, my advice is that you make the most of the money that you earn here tonight, because short of making prostitution your actual profession in the future, you’ll never make this kind of money this easily.”Looking around the room, she added, “Any more questions?”

When no one said anything more, Stephanie went on to explain how a suite had been reserved for us to get ourselves ready if we weren’t already.Honestly, the entire thing kind of felt like backstage at a beauty pageant, only with wild sex at the end of the ceremonies.

“Okay, ladies,” Stephanie said.“Follow me, and then we can get started.”

Dutifully, we all got up to follow her to the suite, and truth be told, there was no fixing me up more than I already was.I had my best Easter dress on, I’d thrown my auburn hair up in a messy bun, and I’d done the best that I could with my makeup, trying so hard to go for classy and not too made up.My heels were also modest when you compared them to everyone else, and it was hard not to laugh at just how boring I really did look when standing next to the other women.

God, please don’t let anyone bid on me.

Everything also seemed like it was going well enough until we were all heading towards the elevators and a voice that I knew all too well thundered throughout the lobby.

“What in the fuck?”

We all turned to see Kasimir Korolev staring us down, only he wasn’t staring us down.

He was only staringmedown.

Chapter 13

Kasimir~

I was seeing red in a way that I couldn’t ever remember before, and that was saying something when you considered how many people that I’d tortured over the years.

Still, what the fuck?