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and she's gone. Really, I'm still trying to catch
up with what she told me before, hoping that things will grow clearer
as the night goes on. Still, several questions linger in my mind that
I still have no idea about, and my heart is rattling along like a
steam engine, puffing and roaring in my chest.
    “ You've got nothing to lose here,” I say out loud to
myself, trying to jeer myself up. “It's just another job. Take
orders, serve drinks. Nothing could be easier.”
    With my confidence creeping up, I take a breath and
launch myself into the main room. I scan it quickly, hoping, for some
reason, to see Kyle. As if just seeing the guy who brought me here
will give me some support, some reassurance. But he's not in the
room.
    I do see several waitresses, however. Aside from Alice,
there are two more. With me, that makes four for this evening. A
quick count of the number of men here suggests that's about enough.
There only look to be about 20.
    Still, 20 billionaires and sons of billionaires in the
same room. Many from far flung corners of the globe. I gulp again and
try to push the idea of such wealth to the back of my mind, picturing
them all as regular men. But they're not regular men. Their lives are
so alien to my comprehension that I can barely begin to think about
how they must live. Sleeping on beds of money. Bathing in gold.
Bedding the most beautiful and eligible women in the world.
    And here I am, little old me, in the middle of it all.
The thought, scary and intimidating as it is, brings a smile to my
face it's so farcical. That smile, I know, I'll have to keep there
until the place is empty. One bad review tonight, and it's game over,
back to unemployment and an apartment filled with stoners playing
video games.
    I shudder at the thought.
    The night flips into gear, and I quickly encounter the
sorts of things Alice was telling me about. The looks, the lustful
stares. Some offer sexist remarks, commenting on my ass, my tits. At
one point, I even get a slap to the butt, something that brings a
raucous amount of laughter from a small group of youngsters. They
look about my age, perhaps even younger. Born into obscene wealth.
Looking down on lowly people like me.
    I grumble inside, but smile and play along. I even
manage a sexy wink at the boy, who looks much like your typical
college football player, only dressed in a suit and not in his sports
kit. He's got long, curly blond hair, blue eyes, and a surfer's tan.
Frankly, I'd imagine he probably spends amble time on exotic beaches.
    As I depart his table, ordered to bring more champagne,
I can hear him continuing with his lewd comments and eying my ass.
Somehow the thought doesn't repel me as I'd imagine it might. In
fact, it gives me a sense of power. Sure, he's looking at me like I'm
a piece of meat, but my power comes from the fact that he wants me,
and I know it. A woman's pussy is power.
    Mostly, however, I'm merely treated with some mild
indifference, particularly by the older gentlemen. They appear to
have little interest in a young girl like me, so just make their
orders and take their drinks. Some compliment me, or even engage me
in light conversation.
    In general, the night passes by seamlessly, and I
quickly fall into the role. I smile, I strut sexily, and I even
manage to draw a few laughs. Somehow, down here, I feel like a
different person. Like I'm acting a role, stepping into a new set of
shoes away from the daily grind of the real world up above.
    It's actually strangely liberating.

    Chapter Six

    As the night washes by, a curiosity begins to envelop
me. It centers around the doors leading to the other side of the
building. On several occasions I see men come and go from them,
slinking inside and returning 10, 20, or 30 minutes later. I know
they're not bathrooms – those are at the north wall of the social
chamber – so what are they?
    At one point in the evening, I find Alice preparing some
drinks at the bar.
    “ You're doing well this