The two men barely look at me as they open the side door of the van for us. The van smells like cigarettes, too, and stale carpet, the airinside hot and close. I have to stifle a gag as I slide in, my nerves making my stomach flip over and over as it is.
Fuck.Just calm down, Sienna. It’s going to be fine. They just found a better location, or something…
But nothing I can tell myself, as Cara and the other girl slide in, can silence those alarms in my head. My stomach is twisted into knots, and I don’t know how I’m going to put on a convincing performance. I’ve only ever come for real a couple of times on camera—being handed a vibrator when you’ve never used one before makes it hard not to—and the rest of the time, I’m full-on faking it.
I’m going to have to put on an Oscar-worthy performance tonight, that’s for sure.
The door slams, and one of the guys gets in the driver’s seat, starting up the engine. Sean slides into the back row of seats behind us, and the other guy hops into the passenger’s side, just as the van starts to pull out toward the road. It’s raining harder now, sheets of it lashing the window, and I press my lips together as I stare at the golden patterns that the streetlights make in the rivulets running down the glass.
Next to me, Cara has her hands laced tightly together, pressed between her knees. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the other girl shivering. She must be new—that’s why I don’t know her name. It’s probably her first night doing this. I was terrified my first time, too.
I lick my lips, which have gone dry despite the humidity.Who am I kidding?I’m terrified now, too. This feels all wrong, and there’s no way out of it, not unless I want to lose my job with no promise of something else to follow it.
And I can’t do that. I just can’t.
The rain is coming down so hard that I can’t really see what’s in front of us when the van finally stops, just a dark shape in front of the windshield. Sean yanks the door open, hauling it back as he gets out and motions for us to follow, and I do, careful not to slip and trip in my chunky heels as my feet hit uneven gravel.
My stomach drops when I see what’s in front of the van. We’re in a part of town I don’t recognize, but it doesn’t look good. I see a junkyard on the other side of the road, the lights off, the streetlamps flickering in and out. There’s nothing to my right, and a closed-down, decrepit gas station to my left. In front of me, looming in the darkness, is an old warehouse made of wood and corrugated steel, the door hanging open and a sickly yellow light spilling out onto the gravel in front of it.
Sean gives me a shove, hand planted between my shoulder blades—not hard enough to knock me over, but hard enough to startle me. “Let’s go,” he snaps, his voice rough and impatient, and I stagger forward, wanting with every step to balk and refuse.
I need this job. I need this job. I need?—
Inside, a long, poorly lit hallway leads down to a large open space with mismatched chairs scattered around a cheap card table, a few guys sitting around it smoking cigarettes and drinking beers, playing some kind of game with dice. They’re clearly gambling, from the pile of money and other items tossed in the center of the table, and the stack of dollar-store chips near each of them. I pause just long enough to take it in, to try to center myself, but Sean doesn’t give me a chance. He shoves me again, harder this time. “Fucking go, bitch,” he snaps. “I don’t have time for you to stand around and take in the sights.” He grabs my arm when I don’t move fast enough, and I freeze, too shocked to try to pull away. I’ve seen the other bouncers lay hands on the girls from time to time, when they’ve gotten out of line, but it’s never happened to me before. I always behave. I’m one of Doug’sgood girls.
My stomach roils again at the thought. What has that gotten me into?
“Down the hall.” Sean turns me to the right, pushing me forward. “Third door on the left.”
I realize that Cara and the other girl are no longer behind me—they’ve gone somewhere else. I walk forward, the hard wooden floor clacking under my shoes, and I stop in front of the door Sean pointed out, my heart beating so fast that it hurts. I can feel my pulse fluttering in my throat.
Sean shoves the door open, and me inside.
The light is so much brighter in the room that I stop for a moment, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. There’s an actual lighting rig in here, the kind that looks professional, surrounding a black leather couch in the center of the room. There’s a guy sitting in the middle of it, built like a bodybuilder with a shaved head and bulldog face—nose crooked, all of his features too close together—and he’s stark naked, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, idly stroking. I stare at him for a moment too long, a spasm of fear tightening my chest. He’s fuckinghuge. The tip of his cock reaches his navel, and it’s thick enough that it looks big even in his hand.
Four other guys are lounging around the room nearby. One more is naked, leaning against the side of the couch as he plays with his half-hard dick. Two are fully dressed, and another is in just a pair of boxers.
They all look at me when I walk into the room, lips curving into anticipatory smiles, a predatory look on every single one of their faces. They all lookhungry.
I feel my knees turn to water. I want to run, but if I do, I’m afraid my legs will give out. I twist around, desperately looking for Sean. He’s standing behind me, blocking the door, arms crossed. “This is—” I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “This is the wrong room,” I manage. “It must be. I don’t do…” I swallow again, my throat tightening up with fear. “I don’t do this. I do solo shows. Just me.”
“I know what solo means, bitch,” Sean snaps. “You’re in the right room. Boss says you’re doing a gangbang video tonight. Go stand in front of the couch so they can make sure the lighting’s good on you. We start filming in five. Stay dressed, he wants you stripping down in the video.”
“I—” I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I stare at the five men, feeling my head swim. The guy leaning against the couch is fully hard now, pivoted to face me, stroking his cock with intent. He has a shit-eating grin on his face, and he raises his other hand to his lips, fluttering his tongue between his first two fingers in a lewd gesture as he jacks himself harder.
That does it. Something snaps in my brain, and I forget about how badly I need this job, how empty my bank account is, everything except the fact that there arefiveguys in this room that think they’re going to fuck me, all at the same time, oncamera.
I pivot on my heel, nearly falling as my ankle rolls sideways, and I bolt around Sean for the door.
I only make it two steps. His thick arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off the floor as he blocks me. I slap at his muscled arm, letting out an anguished, animal sound of fear, but he just picks me up, holding me against his side as I squirm as he carries me back toward the couch.
“Grab her,” he tells the two naked men, and they both obey immediately, coming toward me one on either side, each grabbing an arm. I feel something hard and stiff brush against my right hip, and bile rises in my throat.
“Hold her still,” Sean snaps, and he grabs my face in his meaty fingers, squeezing until my cheeks are pressed inward. “Listen here, bitch,” he growls. “Boss says you’re gonna get fucked on video by these five guys. You’ve got three holes and two hands, so you oughta be just fine. You keep fighting like this, and I’ll make sure the guy who gets to fuck you in the ass doesn’t get any lube handed to him. You feel me?”
I can’t speak. I can’t move. Forget fight or flight—I’m frozen, shuddering in the grasp of these three men. I hear the one to my left chuckle, see him reach down out of the corner of my eye as he gives himself another stroke. “I like this one,” he says in a rough, Eastern European-accented voice. “I like the ones who struggle. Maybe we make this a rougher video than we planned, boss? I’ll fuck her in the ass. Sergei can sit on the couch, have her pussy.”
Fight kicks in again, at that. I twist in their grip, screaming, and Sean lets go of my face just long enough to rear back, slapping me hard enough to send my head to one side.
