Ramona was always so serious, so it was surprising to see her looking like that.
She walked towards the center of the room.
She was smiling and she had a glint in her eye.
"Hello girls." She said. She clapped her hands together as she tried to draw our attention.
All the girls in the room were looking at her, including me.
"Ladies, we have a special guest tonight. Very very special. He's filthy rich and he's a very powerful man." She began to say.
Everybody's breath hitched.
We all knew who she was talking about.
'Master.'
Ramona leaned against the table and stared at all of us.
Then she continued to talk.
"Master is requesting for a private show and he has paid the highest amount ever. $50,000 dollars for a private show, just for him." Ramona said.
Everyone gasped.
The whole room was buzzing.
$25,000 dollars? Who could refuse such an offer.
Our eyes went wide in anticipation. Who was going to be picked?
I swallowed and glanced at Marge.
She shook her head at me and gave me a glare.
It was like, she was trying to remind me of our discussion but I didn't care.
I wanted to be picked. I wanted to be picked so bad.
"Oh my God." One of the girls murmured.
"$50,000 is so much money." Another girl said.
"What does he want? Is he going to fuck us. F*ck, I don't even care. I would gladly let him have his way with me. He doesn't even need to pay me to f*ck him." A petite red-haired girl blurted out.
I could tell the girls were all excited.
$50,000 for a private dance. How could they not be. And it was Master too.
I was so sure none of the girls really cared about the money that much. They just wanted him.
They were probably fantasizing about him right now.
Master had an effect on women.
And the worst part was, I knew they were right.
I was the same. I was fantasizing about him.
Master had been invading my thoughts ever since I met him.
I felt so jealous being in that room and all I prayed for was that I would be picked.
But I knew the odds were low.
Why would Master pick me? After our argument.
Ramona raised her hand.
"Now ladies, no need to be jealous. Let's not get carried away. He's not going to fuck any of you." Ramona said.
"Well, unless you want him to. Then, you can go ahead and give him what he wants. I don't care. I would let him f*ck me too for free." She laughed.
Ramona was being her usual bitch self.
The girls giggled and I rolled my eyes. Ughhh, this was torture.
"Tell us Ramona." One girl yelled. "Who did he pick?"
"Let it be me. Pick me please!!!" Another girl yelled.
Everyone started screaming and demanding that they be picked.
It was crazy.
Ramona waved her hands and everyone stopped.
"Now, calm down ladies. Stop yelling." Ramona said. She breathed in and smiled.
Her smile was making me feel uneasy.
Why was she smiling so much?
She looked at the girls and pointed her finger.
"The girl Master picked is..." She said.
I swallowed and held my breath.
"Brooke." Ramona said.
My stomach dropped.
What the fuck??!!!!
I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
Master picked Brooke?
But why? Why did he pick her and not me?
Brooke was one of the strippers who was trained by him.
Did he love her? Why would he want her?
My mind started racing. I wanted to cry. Tears were welling up in my eyes.
Master picked Brooke.
Why? Didn't he ask me to fuck him at the bachelor's party?
Was I just a plaything to him? Was my feelings just a joke?
This was not happening. This was definitely not happening.
My chest felt heavy. I wanted to throw up. I felt so sick and I just couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"Zoey." Marge tapped me on the shoulder. She must have noticed my reaction to Ramona's words and had come over to console me.
But I couldn't bring myself to turn and face her.
I couldn't. It was too much.
Master was a jerk.
He was an asshole. He was an utter bastard.
I hated him.
"Zoey." Marge was saying.
I ignored her.
It wasn't fair. I thought I meant something to him.
Wasn't I supposed to mean something to him?
What was going on.
"Zoey, Control yourself. You're crying in front of everyone. Stop it." Marge said to me.
"Zoey. Look at me" She said and rested her hand on my shoulders. But I couldn't.
My chest hurt.
I had fallen in love with him. I was a fool.
The room was spinning.
I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.
"F*ck." Marge whispered.
"Everyone is watching you cry. Zoey, Stop embarrassing yourself." She yelled at me.
I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from crying but the tears kept coming.
Why was life so cruel to me?
This wasn't happening.
Brooke and Master were probably going to have sex.
He would f*ck her the way he wanted to f*ck me at the bachelor's party.
Oh God. I can't breathe.
My throat was so constricted. My heart was breaking into pieces.
Master. No.
Master was not a good guy. He was a selfish bastard.
He didn't care about anyone else. He didn't care about me.
How could I be so stupid. Why was I crying?
I stood up to leave the room. My knees were weak and my legs trembled with each step.
I was just about to walk past the door when I heard Ramona.
"Zoey?" Ramona said.
I stopped and turned to look at her.
My heart was still hurting.
Tears were streaming down my face and I wiped them.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Where are you going to?" She asked.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, Brooke and you. Master is requesting for both of you. Not just one. It's $50,000 dollars each. So, you both need to get ready and give him the best private show he has ever had. Okay?" She said and patted me on the shoulder.
What???!!!!!! Did I just hear correctly?
Brooke and me?
Wait. I was going to see Master?
But why did he request for Brooke too? What the hell was he up to?