Aurelia

​There’s no way.

I want to believe I’m seeing things. I want to tell myself neither of them are present right now, and all of it is just a figment of my imagination. But I cant. I cant do that, I cant do anything, but stand there frozen. My hands twitching nervously at my sides as I think of what to do next.

I don’t have the acrobatic skills of the last girl. Or the confidence of the one before her.

None of this was part of the arrangement I signed up for. And now I’m the sole object of everyone’s attention, in a room full of men and women alike willing to blow thousands of dollars for a rewarding night with whatever girl they choose.

It feels like a dream. And I keep wishing for someone to wake me up.

The Mistress inches closer to me, the dazzling smile still fixed on her mouth. She reaches for my hand, “Twirl.” She whispers, guiding me, and spinning me in a slow circle.

My movements are stiff, unpracticed, I have no idea what to do.

“I cant do this,” I whisper.

“You’re doing great,”