Whittaker for six months, this was the first day of my new life! "What do you want from me?" I asked, timidly.Whittaker for six months, this was the first day of my new life! "What do you want from me?" I asked, timidly. "Just to give it a chance, Donna." She took my hand and stood me up. "I know I am forcing you into this. I know I tricked you cruelly. And make no mistake, the guards will stop you if you try to escape! I backed away in fright, but she grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer. "Listen to your emotions, Donna!" she insisted. "I've spent too many hours talking with you and listing to you! I know you too well! You are perfect for this job! You want the most outrageous sexual adventure of all time, and this is it! Serving others' pleasure is what you were made for, my dear! You were born to be a courtesan! A woman of pleasure! A whore!" I was shaking my head, confused. There was a grain of truth to her words, of course, but only a grain! How could I do what she asked and keep my self-respect? The self-respect that I so carefully built up over the years through my schoolwork and career? "And if I refuse?" I queried. I had to know. "You won't, dear, if you just give it a chance!" she promised. "You will be earning a great deal of money here, with your salary deposited for you. You're not a slave, or a twenty-dollar-a-trick whore! You will love your work, I guarantee! All you have to do is give it a try! "But if I don't?" I insisted. "You will! But if you don't," she paused, deciding just how to phrase her reply, "I'm afraid there is too just much money involved to let you go. As I said - no one would miss you." The same girl that brought me to Mrs. Whittaker's office now came to escort me to the medical section for a physical. |