•ScarFace•

•III•

I drove downtown, using the directions that Catya gave me. I arrived at a white, Mediterranean mansion.  It sat on 30 acres, it was beautiful. I took my keys from out the ignition and walked up the marble pathway to the front door. I took a moment to acknowledge the sound of my heels and the soft wind that passed me. I rapped on the front door and oddly it swung open quickly.

 "Hey girly!" Catya greeted me with a million dollar smile, dressed up in a see through robe wearing nothing underneath. "Hey." I responded back shyly, she grabbed my wrist and basically drug me into the foyer. It consisted of crispy white walls with a billion dollar chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. It had a giant mirror on both opposite walls and a warm fluffy rug under my feet. I felt out of place. "So, what made you wear this?" Catya grabbed at my windbreaker and pointed at my baggy jeans. I looked into the mirror beside me and noticed how "cool and casual" I looked. "Come on girl, I got something."

"So, he's up in his office now, he's in a good mood so let's go." She dressed me up in a pink mini skirt with white fishnets that matched my white iridescent windbreaker. She traded my Nikes out with white Louboutins. She brushed my curly hair out to make it puffy, we both walked out and down a long hallway. I walked past many rooms and closets.

 As we walked past the foyer balcony, I noticed a portrait of a man. He had to be young, at least my age. His black hair was slicked back with a widows peak, he had strong cheekbones and beautiful brown eyes. "Oh yeah, that's him." Catya said nonchalantly without a surprise in her voice. "His name is 'Floriano.'" His name rang off her tongue like dove wings piercing through the sky, and no, it wasn't a good feeling. We continued walking until we stopped at a pair of gold double doors that had a lion etched on each panel. She knocked three times before squeezing my hand.

 The door was opened and I was greeted with 2 other girls-naked. "Who's this?" The one with beautiful mono lids and long black hair, I remember as Lola, asked. Her "companion" with green eyes and blonde hair eye balled me. "Aight ladies, back up. This is Donna." She pointed to the quiet blonde girl. "Now watch out, I got things to do." Catya walked past them and straight for another door. "Why is it so dark?" If you were to be placed in this office, you would mistaken it as a nightclub. The purple and pink lights lit my olive skin up.

Catya opened the new door and we were introduced to a well lit room. It was well furnished with marble. In the center lay an oak desk with a gold lion sculpture. "Floriano?" Catya called out. She began looking around for this man. I began to walk around and absorb my surroundings. The house had already seemed expensive, but the furniture was more. It was much more than the motel I was "staying" at, until I could work things out. "What I tell you about interrupting me?"

I heard an accent that had the sooth of chocolate and the touch of velvet. Very cliche for me to think. I turned and was met with the face of this man, the same man from the pictures but even handsomer. "My bad sir, I just wanted you to meet my friend." He held his hand out, I let him take mine. He placed his pink lips on my knuckles. I felt a blush as Catya started to speak, "She's in need of some help, Floriano." I felt weird under his hardened gaze. He stared holes into my eyes before letting them scour my body. "What makes you think I can help?" He turned to her. She gave him a frown. They held a glace that said a million things.

"Fine. What is your name, girl?" I gulped.

"Angie, Angie Ana." He began to circle me. "Angie Ana..." I shuddered at how he said my name. With a flick of his wrist, he excused Catya. Once the double doors were closed, his attention was on me. "Come, sit." He pointed to the fur chair that was in front of his desk. I walked over but felt his eyes burning in m skull.

"How old are you?"

"24." He sat at the edge of his desk with one leg propped up that pulled his beige suit up. "What goes wrong in your life?" I gulped. Should I even be telling a stranger about myself like this.

"Well, I'm homeless and broke..." He chuckled, yet I found no satire. "Then why don't you go to school? And get an easy job?" I was dumbstruck. He was very correct. "I'm not all that bright, like I said, I have no money." He stared at me a moment longer. "Can you dance?"

"Um-"

"Are you a virgin? You fucked before?"

"Yes...I mean no. I-I haven't lost my virginity." My palms were drenched, I began pulling at my skirt. "You're 24 and a virgin. But you're beautiful." That was the problem. "Have Lola teach you how to dance. When the time comes you'll have to lose your virginity." His words stung, despite me not being surprised. "I got some rules for you."

He placed his hands in his pockets and sighed. "You answer me with sir. You leave when I tell you to. You do exactly what I say. Don't try to leave, don't disobey me." He took a breath and looked me dead in the eye. "Don't get on my bad side, Angel." I nodded my head, took shook to say shit. "What's that?"

"Yes sir." I peeped.

"FLORIANO!" The double doors were busted opened. From what looked like Mami, stormed in, only wearing lace panties without a bra. "What, Mami? The fuck?" His tone hardened. Not as harsh as how he spoke to me, but full of malice. "You left me in bed? I thought we were finishing." Mami strided over to Floriano, completely ignoring me. She pinched a nipple and rubbed her hand up and down his thigh. "I'm busy. You can wait." He seemed unphased by her touch. He kept the same, unbothered, straight face as from before. She whined and pouted up to the man. "Please?" I looked away, slightly grimacing. Everything in me wanted to leave and forget the fucking money but everything else needed to survive somehow. God forbid end up like Mami.

"Mami, you got five seconds to walk out this office, or else." His voice was sharper with a snarl. Not to seem small, I wanted to be. It was day one and I didn't want to be in his raf.