Mafia Desire (Erotica)
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She looked me over, grabbed my arm, and drew me in with a swift movement. I was perplexed for amoment because I could usually read people by their eyes and this was the first time I got it allwrong about someone.

She growled and murmured something to herself. I was still surprised that I had been wrong abouther; I had expected her to be extremely pleasant and friendly.

"What's your name?" "she inquired

"My name is Ava," I introduced myself.

"Do you have a last name, hun?” she inquired.

"Um... I-1 uhh w-well I ummm," I stammered.

I refused to reveal my surname because I despised who I was related to. I hated my parents eventhough it had been 6 years since I had seen them. I never looked for them and just hoped thatkarma had taken care of them.

"Never mind,” she grumbled, "just go down that hallway and it's the second door on the left.”

"All right, thank you!" I regained my composure.

I proceeded down the hall, opening the second door on the left. I was stunned when I opened thedoor. What I saw surprised me.

I saw three girls wearing tiny, tight dresses. The woman in the first seat was dressed in a deep reddress that reached her high thigh and had an open back. The next girl was dressed in a neon pinkdress that reached her knees but had a slit near her thighs through which you could see her neonpink underwear.

The girl next to her was dressed similarly, but in blue. I quickly felt out of place, and I wondered if Ihad misjudged the time or location because they appeared to be interviewing for a stripper job. Iquickly turned around and approached the maid who had directed me to that room.

"Are you sure I'm in the right place?" I inquired.

"What are you talking about?" she retorted.

"Is this the place where they're looking for a babysitter?” I inquired.

"Of course, as I said, it's the second door to the left,” she said, her voice slightly filled with a hint ofannoyance.

"Um, okay," I replied.

I returned to the room and took a seat next to the girl in the blue dress. Within ten minutes, threemore girls arrived, all dressed in short dresses or shorts with a skimpy top.

I had a moment of doubt and thought I was about to be sold again, but I reminded myself that noteveryone wants to sell you

I was afraid of being sold again; I thought that if someone looked at me the wrong way, I would besold again, but I realized that the world did not revolve around me and that men, being men, wouldlook at me like a piece of meat regardless of their intentions.

A few minutes later, a woman emerged from another door and informed us that the interviewswould begin immediately. She summoned the first girl in the red dress and informed her that theinterview would be one on one.

About 5 minutes later, the girl stormed out, cursing up profusely.

Girl after girl would storm out, saying something like, “I hate you, I am too fu#cking good for yourfamily anyway.” or "Your daughter is ugly in any case, she’s a brat.” All of this made me nervous, butalso shocked, because no one should insult a young girl.

When my name was called, I was shocked.

"It is time for your interview, Ava."

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