She sat down on the bar stool and surveyed the scene, it wasn’t long before a man approached her and asked her to dance, he looked a bit worse for w...ar, but she didn’t want to say no. They both went to the dance floor, which was full. There were bodies everywhere, the man’s arms went around her as he hugged her and she could smell his sour breath, no she thought, I don’t want this. She tried to push him away as he put his hands on her bum and tried to kiss her. She started to struggle as he. "It's on your side of the bed, Abigail," I groaned, stretching beneath the covers."Fuck!" Abigail's hand slapped around, searching for the snooze button. I found her warm, naked body, and pressed up against her back.We were both maids for the Living Gods, Mark and Mary; honored women who were privileged to serve them in exchange for eternal youth and beauty. I would forever look fifteen, and Abigail nineteen. Young, beautiful, nubile, and Their servants forever.We had ten more minutes of. Philip likeda woman in pantyhose. Angel had it all with the tight skirt and heels andthe top busting with pride for the ripeness of her attributes. Philip wasa lucky man. Angel put out, but it was only because of the competition.Otherwise, she was a good catholic girl.The labor shortage had transcribed to the supporting trades--namely, thebetter prostitutes. Three hundred dollars an hour was a little ripe formy roommates. Sofia would be an acceptable vessel to take care ofbusiness. I could. His other hand moves down her stomach and disappears beneath her underwear. One of the men moves from the doorway to the couch, loosening his tie as he walks over. The other one opens the door for me to leave, closing it quickly behind me and turning the key in the lock. The air feels cooler outside of his office, and I regain my focus when I begin searching the crowd for Eva. I feel a knot in my stomach, and an urgency pulling me towards her that tells me she's afraid. I smell her perfume.