Book 2: Orgy Fest

Tasha POV

“You really can’t be selling me off to men like I’m so damn thing you own!” I snapped, my voice shaking with and pure frustration.

“Baby, If you’ve got a problem with that, then maybe you’d rather get your ass back to prison.”

“This wasn’t the deal. I was supposed to strip, not—” I paused, my stomach twisting. “Not do hookups. You gaslit me into prostitution , and now you signed me up in an orgy fest?”

“Exactly, you got it right,” Madam said, her lips curling into a smirk.

I stared at her in disbelief.

“Why me? Why are you always on my neck? There are tons of other girls—way hotter—who could do this. Why can’t you let me be? Why do you keep picking on me?” I was practically yelling.

She tilted her head. “Oh, sweetheart don’t raise your voice, darling. It’s unattractive.”

“Are you rage-baiting me?” I snapped, anger bubbling out before I could stop it.

“Seems like you’re beginning to forget your place, Tasha.”

You’re here to work and pay off your debts.” She shoved her hand into a locker, pulling out an old record book.

Her pen traced down a page. “Let’s see… ah, here you are.”

Her lips curled. “Tasha Knox. Income: 13k dollars.

Debt: 67k dollars”.

She shut the book with a loud snap. “So, bitch, I’m doing your ass a favor. Get your ass oiled up. You’ve got an orgy to attend.

Fuck as many men as you can and bring in good cash.”

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t even argue. I couldn’t do anything.

The debt is overwhelming, and I urgently need to do everything I possibly can to free myself from this mistake.

I turned to leave.

“Hey, hey, Tasha,” Madam whispered.

I stopped, a flicker of hope sparked in me. Maybe she’s reconsidering her decisions..

I turned, forcing a fake smile. “Yes, Madam Cupid?”

She pouted. “ Ugh, just call me Cupid. I’m not old. I just happen to be in charge of all you lovely bitches in Euphoria.” “Euphoria”. The name makes me laugh inside, whenever I hear it . The club was anything but euphoric.

“Ugh, fix your attitude, bitch.” She spat,

“Anyway, Natasha’s coming today. Her tone softened, which instantly put me on edge.

You could use your orgy money for a little upgrade, you know. Get your body done.

Sexier body, more men, more money.”

I scoffed. “Natasha? The unlicensed nurse?”

“What do you mean unlicensed? You don’t need a license to be a BBL nurse. You could literally just wake up one day and literally start doing it—watch a few YouTube videos and boom, you’re set.”

Plus, Natasha’s been doing it for ages. It’s just seven grand and you’re a brand new badass.”

“Seven thousand dollars? That’s ‘just’ to you?”

“Cupid, I can’t even pay rent. I’m not about to risk ending up looking like—” I stopped, my eyes scanning her uneven hips. “—like you.”

I Really can’t afford to be a lab rat for some failed experiment like yours.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Her expression dropped. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me. Your body looks like uneven plastic. That hip dip? Baby, that’s nowhere near a BBL.

Honestly, I think Natasha has serious beef with you, because why the hell do you look like.. ”

She cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

“Who gave you the audacity to talk to me in such manner?” she barked.

I smirked. “It’s giving melted plastic.”

“Cupid , my dear, you literally can’t do anything worse than sending me to a 24-hour sex marathon or signing me up for a world record—‘woman who fucked 150 men in 8 hours.’ Go ahead,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

She smirked.“ Well thanks , that’s a great idea, Tasha.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, what? I was joking!” I raised my shoulders, scrambling. “I didn’t mean it!”

She rolled her eyes. “ don’t care, bitch. Get dressed. Grab some lube. They shouldn’t be fucking a dry pussy.”

I smirked. “Jokes on you. My pussy’s always wet and juicy. That’s why men pick me over you.

“The only reason you’re still in a high-ranking position in this club is because you’ve been at it for years, and you still haven’t cleared your debt.”

Her eyes burned with rage. “Keep talking, bitch.”

I smirked, whispering as I walked away, “Amoeba.”

Her mouth dropped open, but I didn’t care. I turned and walked away, her shocked silence trailing behind me.

*********

“Hey, Tasha!” I turned around to see Nicolas.

“What now?” I snapped, rolling my eyes, my frustration boiling over.

He chuckled. “You’ve always got an attitude.”

“Maybe because I’m tired of this hellhole,” I said flatly.

“We all are, not just you ,” he said, running a hand through his messy jet black hair. “So fix your face. More smiles, more clients . That’s how we get out of this hell.”

“Easy for you to say?” I spat.

He shrugged, smirking. “Uh, yeah.”

“Tch.” I folded my arms. “You’re the reason we’re all in this mess, Nicolas. You and your stupid deal.”

He frowned. “No, no, no, missy. You’re not dumping that on me.

We all agreeded to this, remember? Better here than in prison, ” he said, giving me a playful elbow.

I shot him a death stare. “Touch me again and I’ll rearrange your teeth.” Yanking my arm from his grip. “Fuck you, Nicolas,” I muttered under my breath as I walked away .

He raised his hands in surrender. “Damn, calm down. Dayumm! That ass jiggles. Let’s do a quickie honey”

“Go to hell, Nicolas,” I practically yelled.

Men whistled and slapped my ass and groped my boobs as I passed. I didn’t flinch.

In Euphoria, I was a slave, and they had every right. The bass-heavy music pulsed through the walls, drowning out my thoughts. I reached the changing room, expecting it to be empty. But it wasn’t. My heart sank instantly.

A bunch of girls were packing up, like their shift was over.

I froze. “Why’s everyone leaving?”

No one answered.

“Screw them all,” I muttered under my breath, because why the fuck am I ignored?

They don’t like me—which is totally fine, I don’t like them either, but they make it so obvious.

Argh, at least I hide my hatred sometimes.

Well, I don’t even care.

I went to my station and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup was smudged, my hair a total mess.

“Argh, fuck,” I muttered. “I just need a place to crash out, this club should even have a rage room.”

The girls behind me burst out laughing. I didn’t know what was so funny.

One of them, Lila, the pink head, sauntered over. “Why are you dressing up?” she asked, her tone mocking.

“Why aren’t you dressing up?” I shot back.

She smirked. “Relax, I’m just asking. Don’t take your aggression out on me. I’m loved at home, unlike you .

I’m just asking because Cupid said someone volunteered to strip for us all, so we get to go home.

My brows furrowed. “Who?”

She grinned. “No one knows. We asked everyone else—they said it wasn’t them. You’re the only one left. And, well, you’re obsessed with cocks, so we just asummed it’s you”. “No hard feelings.”

I clenched my fists. The urge to slap her was overwhelming , but I couldn’t. Fighting meant losing all the income I’ve worked for.

So I smiled instead. “Cute theory.”

Then I turned back to the mirror, picking up my lip liner and tracing the edges of my lips carefully.

Pink-hair scoffed and stomped off.

“Tch, Bitch,” I whispered under my breath.

I looked at my reflection again, straightening my red hair into a loose beach wavy bun. My eyes glistened, but I refused to cry.

The door creaked open, and for a second, I thought it was Cupid again — ready to dump more crap on me. But it wasn’t.

It was Nina. My roommate, or at least the closest thing I had to a friend in this messed-up place.

“Tash,” she said softly, walking closer. “You good?”

I sighed. “Define good.”

She gave me a sad smile. “I heard what Cupid said. About the orgy. You don’t have to go honey .”

I scoffed. “And what? Go back to prison? She’ll find a way to make me pay either way, and you all might likely get affected .”

Nina bit her lip. “I’ve got a plan,” she whispered.

I turned to her. “Oh God, please don’t tell me it’s one of your crazy ideas again.”

She grinned. “Maybe. But this time, it’ll work. There’s a truck leaving tonight. For real. If we can sneak out before midnight—”

“Nina,” I cut her off. “If we get caught, it’s game over. You know that.”

I’d go, I’d be fine baby, I said, my voice sooting.

“Just stay and maybe look for some clients who want a private slow dance or fuck, okay, babe?”