Bitten (Book 1 - Book 4) novel Chapter 2

“I’ll take the packet,” Natalia said, grabbing it from her mother’s hand. “I’m the one that needs to read it.”

“Yes, you do, sweetheart.”

Her mother’s voice sounded too sweet.

Natalia turned and rolled her eyes when she headed for her room. Once there, she closed her door.

“Like hell I’m going to read this.”

She kept her voice low, almost afraid that her room was bugged. However, she tore open the packet. A quick glance at the contents caused her to swallow hard and feel light headed. The five sheets were double-sided and filled with small print. They were exactly what Rebecca had received. There was no customization.

“Boilerplate. My name isn’t anywhere on here. They probably make these up before hand and just grab one when they need it.”

She tossed the pages onto her makeup table, then stood in the middle of her room. It was decorated as if she were a fairy princess, and she hated it. The pink and the lace were excessive.

“Like I’m some stupid five-year-old,” she said in a low voice.

She managed a deep breath before going to her closet. From the very back, she pulled out a red dress.

“Who thought I would actually need this.”

She rolled it up and put it into a small backpack.

“The girl pack won’t believe me when I tell them,” she said. “I laugh that you never noticed this, Mother, when I added it to that pile of clothes you were buying.”

She stepped over to her makeup table, taking the few items she thought she would need to make herself up and placed them in the backpack. On the floor were some red slippers. She put those in as well before zipping the bag closed.

“One dress. No bra. No undies. About as sexy as I can get.”

She looked around and listened hard. The house was dead quiet.

“And no one is going to know,” she mouthed the words to herself, thinking about Rebecca.

Rebecca had relied on friends after her escape, but one ultimately betrayed her, thinking it was for her own good.

“If no one knows, no one can tell.”

She tiptoed to her door to open it slowly. There was no one in the hall. She closed the door without a sound and sat on her bed.

“The girl pack discussed this, should it happen again. One sexy dress. One guy. One pregnancy. The church will no longer want you.”

She swallowed with apprehension.

“And here I am in that situation. But I have the time. I have the plan. Head to the Strip, find a guy, and have sex.”

She grimaced.

“Of course, he has to be an adult over eighteen. Damn male birth control.”

She mulled over the fact that underaged males were on medications that prevented them from having erections.

“It’s in your food, you idiots. That’s how you’re getting it. I think the stuff makes them stupid, too.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I have to get pregnant. Contract states…”

She rose to pick up the papers. Her eyes seemed to immediately find the paragraph, causing her to swallow hard again.

“There it is. The applicant cannot be pregnant or have born children.”

She put the papers down and resumed her seat on the end of her bed.

“Once pregnant, no more nunnery.”

She paused to think things over.

“I wonder how many times it will take to get pregnant? I think I’m in a good time now. Stupid cravings. Hungry all the time. Of course, I’m not eating regular meals. I have to make sure I’m not getting fed birth control or anything else.”

She chuckled.

“You help there, Mother. You love to eat at restaurants. Can’t drug my food at a restaurant. At least, I hope not.”

Someone walked by her door, causing her to freeze. She figured it was her mother since her father had left for work immediately upon dropping them off at the house. The closing of her mother’s door confirmed her identity.

“Just eight more weeks and I’ll be eighteen. So close, but…”

She flopped to a prone position on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Father’s rich. There’s no way the Church is going to pass on me. Waiting to review my application, my ass. They’re probably just going to make you pay more money, Father.”

She sat up abruptly.

“I can’t go to the Strip a virgin.”

Her voice was but a whisper.

“Can’t have an intact hymen. Girl pack talked about that too.”

She rose and locked herself in her bathroom.

“I hope this doesn’t hurt as much as everyone makes it out to be.”

She grabbed an emery board and sharpened one fingernail into a point. Her reflection in the mirror showed her in deep thought. She had always thought she could be a model because of her huge blue eyes. Hair could be any color, but her natural color was strawberry blond. She knew the red dress would highlight that trait.

“I’ve got the slender figure. Everyone’s slender because that’s the fad, but I got more cleavage that most this skinny.”

She turned sideways to look at how much her breasts protruded.

“Yeah, Lord Abbot. You were staring at my boobs,” she said with a sneer.

Her white dress was straining against her breasts. It glared back at her.

“Stupid dress.”

She took it off with no regard if she ripped anything and threw it onto the floor. With glee, she stomped on it while she undid her bra and added it to the pile, along with her panties.

“And last... This annoying thing.”

She unclasped the cameo necklace that her mom always insisted she wear and dropped it onto the pile. From out of a drawer, she pulled out a bottle of baby oil and a sex toy wrapped in a towel.

“I can’t believe you let me buy this, Mother. To think it’s okay to buy such a thing for a bachelorette party. A party you ended up not letting me attend. But you forgot about this.”

She set the items on the edge of the tub before she positioned herself in the tub by laying back with her knees up and her legs spread. The tub was cold to her skin, but she didn’t feel like getting a towel to lay against.

“A good distraction, the cold. Now, a little baby oil,” she said, dribbling some between her legs and over her finger with the sharpened nail.

With intent focus and no hesitation, she inserted her finger into herself. She gasped, flinching from the pain. Some quick breathing and a little massaging made the pain dissipated quickly.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she said with a deep breath. “Everyone said it was a horrible pain. Probably some exaggeration. Not an interesting story without pain and gore.”

However, she still had to take a few more deep breaths before she continued. She oiled the sex toy and slowly inserted it while masturbating. Her mind could think of no daydream to make this a pleasant experience. There was no sexual desire considering why she was doing this. She stopped after a short time, then wiped herself and cleaned up.

“I don’t need this anymore,” she said, wrapping the sex toy in a feminine napkin.

She threw it into the trash, then filed down the fingernail until it wasn’t so sharp.

“Whew. Glad that’s over. Now I just have to wait.”

She dressed only in jeans and a t-shirt, not bothering with underwear.

“Just a sex worker heading to work,” she murmured. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Except for the fact that she could feel the cool night air wafting up the dress. Her ass felt cold, and she kept touching to make sure the dress hadn’t shifted, but it was just the fact that she was wearing no underwear.

“Three blocks to go,” she muttered.

She knew exactly where she was and could tell she was getting closer to the Strip. There were more people walking about, and they weren’t dressed for a Sunday stroll. Red and bright colors were the norm. The more skin showing, the better.

She turned one last corner, and found herself on a wide, four-lane boulevard. Along both sides of the street, for more than a mile, she knew was full of sex workers.

A police car drove by. She flinched even though she knew she didn’t have to be concerned. Based on what she had seen, if the workers stayed on this boulevard, the city ignored them.

A chauffeured car drove by. The rear window was open, and she caught sight of an old man sitting in the back. Most of the traffic consisted of fancy sports cars or limousines of various lengths.

“The rich and horny men of high society,” she said under her breath.

She wondered if her father ever cruised down this street. She knew he wasn’t getting any more sex from her mother. Maybe why he worked so late, if he was really working. She bet he had a mistress.

Natalia paused to check what her competition was. A pair of skinny men, dressed in tight pants, strolled by. They were in a hot discussion about a designer brand of shoes and which colors were best. There were two women together in a huddle further up and one woman who was very wobbly on her feet. However, across the alley from this section of the block, there were dozens of scantily clad women strutting.

The large number of women caused her some alarm since she didn’t think there would be that many down this far. There were many nights that she and her pack had sat on the stairs of a building that overlooked the Strip. They learned the rules of engagement by watching. One rule appeared to be about earning your position on the street. They had seen that women nearer to the clubs had a better chance of finding business. Her current position was almost as far as she could get from the clubs and still be on the Strip. She thought it was the safest place to start.

She already knew she couldn’t move farther up the street to improve her odds. On one occasion, she had seen the brutal beating of a worker who had moved up without regard to those ahead. She knew she would only be able to work this bit of the block.

The fact that traffic was streaming past at a fast pace seemed to confirm that the men wanted to be closer to the clubs. None were moving slow or near the curb which signaled that they were looking. She now had the concern that she might not attract anyone down this far.

Natalia moved closer to the lone woman who appeared intoxicated. The woman stumbled, and Natalia bumped her, keeping her from falling. She gently navigated the woman to a light post.

“Grab on. Look like a pole dancer,” she said to the woman who laughed, but didn’t push Natalia away.

There was truth to the adage that there was safety in numbers. If she could buddy up with someone, then no one would bother them. She had heard that making buddies also tended to promote one’s status and allow a worker to move up the street.

The woman tried to twirl around the pole, but almost fell again. Natalia kept her from falling.

“Warsh er nam?”

Natalia kept herself from wrinkling her nose. The woman’s breath was horrendous.

“Nattie. What’s yours?”

The woman giggled and mouthed a name. Natalia didn’t catch it since a limo choose that moment to screech a U-turn, just barely missing the curb. Then it hugged the curb, going slow. The window at the back was down, signaling that the person was looking, but Natalia noted no one seemed interested in approaching the limo. She knew this was odd. From her distant observations, when a vehicle had a window down, the workers swamped it, vying for the person’s attention. She was unable to see who was inside because of the tinted windows and it was dark within the vehicle. Her only thought was that this person was known and not well liked. Or maybe... they were looking for a guy?

No, the two guys strutting were ignoring the limo as well.

“There’s your chance,” Natalia said to the woman clinging to the pole.

“Devil,” she said before tottering off, breaking any buddyship between them.

Natalia suddenly felt self-conscious that she was standing there by herself. She controlled the urge to pull her dress down further.

The limo was almost next to her when the other two women approached. One gave Natalia a quick sneer as a warning to keep her distance. Natalia stepped back away from them.

“Hey, babe. Looking for me?” one said.

A man's hand appeared out the window. He snapped his fingers once and pointed at Natalia. The other two women looked disappointed and walked off. Natalia found she didn’t know what she was to do. Her distant observations didn’t include what was said.

The limo pulled up to the point where the open window was just beyond her, however, she still couldn’t see the person inside. The door opened. The dark figure of a man stepped out part way, grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

Natalia felt herself land on his lap, then slide partially beside him. She heard the door shut and felt the limo move. The man at once seemed to be smelling her hair and neck. She had the feeling they weren’t alone. After a few moments of him sniffing and pawing over her, she was able to see that there was an older man with a young woman sitting across from them. She had the feeling they had picked up that woman from the other side of the street. She had lots of makeup on and a tight dress with a push-up bra. It was at that moment that Natalia realized she had forgotten to put on her makeup. It was too late now and didn’t seem to matter.

The old man smiled and chuckled. The young woman frowned and looked a little disgusted.

To Natalia's concern, the limo was no longer cruising along the curb, but in the middle of the street, moving quickly.