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Chapter 1

*Edited*

(Brandon's POV)

"Mr Santoro, this is the third time this week, should I be afraid?" A silky Jersey voice trailed in from behind me as I sipped on a whiskey. Turning to Francesca I was again shocked at how a women like her could always manage to look regal.

"You have good looking workers, why wouldn't I show up?" I questioned back my eyes trailing over the same girl I had come to see earlier this week. She was dancing on a single podium, her height fairly short, her legs toned and slender, her ass perfectly toned and large breasts that always managed to look top heavy in the bustiers she always wore. Her face is what caught my attention. Her skin was pale and her eyes a striking blue, her lips full and always a natural deep red, her long wavy brown hair was usually always worn down but on the occasion she would pull her hair out of her face shocking me every time at how beautiful she was.

"Her name is Rosalyn" Francesca said. I turned to her and noticed business was written across her usually stern face. Her nails clicking against the marble bar top.

"How much?" I asked looking sideways at the girl as she was pulled on to some mans lap. Her small seductive smile not faltering as his hands trailed along her body hungrily. It was a known fact that 'Francies' was going down the drain, it was also a known fact that Francesca was money hungry and desperate to keep this small business.

"Her, not for sale" she said sternly.

"Francesca, be serious. You need the money and I need a girl. I want her." I said getting close to her face.

"You can have any girl but her. She is special and not for keeping" she said looking to the girl, compassion evident in her eyes.

"One million dollars, for a year of her time, or expect this place to be shut down quicker than you can breath" I threatened standing up and slipping my card beneath her glass before walking away.

(Rosalyn's POV)

I pulled on the black bustier and panties before slipping into the heels and grabbing the hundred dollar notes. I stepped from the private rooms and turned to the 'staff only' door by the bar. I stepped into a dim hallway before turning through the first door and into the common room. The room was large and contained three leather couches and a large flat screen TV. At the back of the room was a large kitchen area. I grabbed a muesli bar before making my way to my bedroom.

I stepped into the room to find the lights already on and Francesca sitting on my bed looking at a photo frame I kept on my bedside table. I smiled remembering the day it was taken. It was my eighteenth birthday and I had decided to work for Francesca at 'Francies'. I had just finished my first dance and the girls in the club decided to pour beer all over me. The picture Francesca snapped was me standing in a puddle of beer smiling surrounded by the girls.

"You are like a daughter to me, Rosie" she said sadly looking at the photo then at me. I sat next to her on the bed my arm draped around her shoulder lazily.

"You're the best mother I could ask for, Francesca" I said smiling and leaning into her. I was surprised when her body began to shake with sobs. Moving to kneel before her I grabbed her hands a look of worry plastered on my face.

"Francesca what's wrong? Is it the club? I pulled a double shift tonight! Have the money if you need" I exclaimed worried that the club Francesca had worked so hard for was going down the drain. She continued to cry as I sat worried about the one person who taught me how to be a woman.

"All I want is for you to be happy, and when you said you wanted to dance for me I was ashamed! You were broken when I found you and I wanted you to do what was your dream. Dancing is not a life.. And now I feel like a horrid mother.. I sold you, Rosalyn" she said between tears as she grabbed my shoulders to hug me. I frowned not properly understanding what she meant. I sold my body every night to whatever man had enough money to pay me.

"Francesca.. What do you mean?" I asked pulling away searching for answers. Francesca pulled away suddenly walking as far away from me as she could in this small room. Her back shielding her emotions from me.

"I need money, I moved to New York for a new beginning, I was supposed to marry a man my father planned for me, he was very handsome. I was not in love with him though. So we went our separate ways. He gave me a big fortune to leave. I had no other way to make money. So I whore myself out. I take lost girls in and then create this. My whole life work is going away! He offered a million dollars for you.. Please.. Tell me you shall accept this?" She turned then to look at me with pleading eyes. When Francesca looked at me like that I knew that I was about to cave. She pulled that look when I threatened to leave school for good. Yet I graduated as valedictorian.

"Francesca.. You do know what your asking me?" I said standing then running my hands over my face.

"I'm asking you to help save our home" she said looking at me with her big brown eyes. I breathed in a deep sigh and looked at Francesca sternly. What did she expect me to say? I have never said no to anything she has ever asked of me. She knew I was going to do this.

This was not fair.

"How long?" I asked. Looking for my duffel bag to pack a few clothes for the next few days.

"One year" Francesca said in a cheerful manner. I turned to her my mouth open. One year?! One whole year of my life living as a sex slave to a man or woman that I didn't even know?! No!

NO!

"Francesca, no" I said shaking my head sitting down on my bed trying to calm my breathing. Francescas' heels clicked on the wood as she came closer trying to comfort me. I threw my hands away from her. Now was my turn to walk away from her angrily. I heard her sobbing again. I bit my lip as I leaned on my vanity and looked at my reflection. My blue eyes were begging to get watery as I bit back tears. I was conflicted and felt like collapsing.

On one hand I wanted to help my family and ensure that the girls had a job to wake up to but I didn't want to wake up every day and have to know that I was THEIR sex slave. I closed my eyes breathing in trying to figure out a way to handle this. One million dollars for a year of my time. One million dollars that can help Francesca expand 'Francies' and to ensure that all the girls can have a stable income for a year. Giving the girls a chance to do more in life. We always got new dancers so it only seemed fair that the girls who have been working so hard to get a better life would need this money. I opened my eyes and turned to Francesca with heavy eyes.

"One year" I said nodding and grabbing my duffel bag again and commencing to pack my bags for the rest of my life.