Chapter Twenty
Just Because You’re in the Itty-Bitty-Titty Committee, It Doesn’t Mean You Ain’t Got Great Tits
Lake entered the elevator once more with the guard, in shock that she and her father had escaped with their lives. When the doors came to a close, it hit her that the only way she had thought she was going to come down the elevator was in a body bag.
She watched the guard punch in a different series of buttons, and the elevator took off. Looking up at him, she saw the wariness in his eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered to him. That was the third time she had thanked someone that day, but it was the first time she had actually meant it. If it wasn’t for him, she didn’t know if she would have had the strength to keep going.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he mumbled.
Lake looked up at the numbers jumping farther and farther down through the casino floors until it passed the last floor written above a button. She didn’t think any other floor existed.
When the doors opened, she saw a very dark hallway which took her eyes quite a bit to adjust to. As they drew closer to the door at the end, she could hear music growing louder. The guard walked her to the door and knocked, and a second later, it opened.
Lake couldn’t pick her jaw up from the floor when she looked inside. It was what looked like a whole separate casino, except it was much more intimate and extravagant. Not to mention the half-naked girls everywhere. There were girls dressed in sexy, black and pink lingerie, just like the girl who had come out screaming from Dante’s office. As the realization they all worked there hit her, Lake’s eyes moved to the tables, seeing the dealers were all girls dressed in the sexy outfits, as well. Several more were also dancing on poles.
The guard pushed her through the door, revealing just how big the floor was. It was the same size as the casino upstairs.
Why have two casinos? She didn’t understand why the one before her was a complete secret, either.
One thing was for sure looking around; there were no women gamblers there. There were plenty of girl workers to go around, though.
Oh, fuck no… she thought as a woman passed her with a tray of drinks in her hand. The outfit she was wearing was one Lake wouldn’t get into for a million dollars. Probably because it wasn’t an outfit, but underwear.
She looked up at Joe, unable to form words, and when he gave her a look of sympathy, she figured he could read it on her face. She wanted to run incredibly far away since everything was starting to make sense. I am so fucked.
Once more, she was dragged to the back of the casino until Joe pulled back some pink see-through curtains to reveal a door. He walked through it, not even knocking that time.
As she walked into a women’s dressing room, she was greeted by boobs literally everywhere. Of all the doors we went through today, this is the one he really should’ve knocked on.
Joe took Lake up to a woman dressed in a silky robe. “Sadie, this is Lake. She will fill Amanda’s place.”
Lake watched Sadie put her hand on her hip, the motion perking up her very huge breasts. Then she gave Lake a swivel sign with her finger.
What?
“Turn.” Sadie motioned again.
She had to swallow down the bile in her throat as she slowly turned around. She wasn’t exactly given an option to do otherwise.
Looking at Sadie as she came back to her original position, Lake could see her quietly thinking as she looked her up and down. She knew exactly what was going through her mind, too: no boobs, no butt, just a stick. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which girl didn’t belong in the room.
Lake looked down at the floor, unable to face the critic.
“She’s perfect. They will love her!” Sadie squealed.
Lake’s eyes quickly jumped back up at Sadie’s smiling ones. What did she just say?
Sadie shooed Joe off with her hands. “Go on, I need to get to work now.” She grabbed Lake’s hand, taking her to a chair in front of a huge, lighted mirror.
“Um, how exactly am I perfect?” Lake didn’t understand how her plain Jane looks were going to entice anyone.
Sadie laughed, picking up some foundation on the table. “Haven’t you ever seen a porn star without makeup? Because you should really Google that.” She pointed to her flawless face. “This is what I call false advertising, honey, and you aren’t even going to need half the makeup I use. Your skin is perfect to the point where I almost want to hate you.”
Lake couldn’t help giggling at her. She knew Sadie was only joking because the woman oozed sex and confidence, showing no hint of real jealousy. Her personality matched her semi-rocker looks with the dark eye shadow and dark hair which had chunky, pale blonde streaks throughout.
She decided to take the time to ask as many questions as she could during her makeover. “So, what do you do?”
“I’m a pit boss here,” Sadie replied, beginning to cake on the makeup.
“What does that mean?” Lake wasn’t fluent in casino terms, considering it was illegal for her to even be in one until the age of twenty-one.
“I’m in charge of all the gambling tables and making sure everyone on the floor is pleased.”
“So, you’re my boss?” she asked.
“Yep, but you will do just fine,” Sadie assured her.
“I’ve never waited on tables before. Don’t you think I need to learn how to do my job before I get all dressed up?” She was definitely more concerned about doing her job properly than how she looked. She needed to keep Dante as happy as possible.
Sadie laughed. “Honey, you can spill a thousand dollar bottle of whiskey on them as long as you look sexy doing it. They don’t give a shit. I don’t expect you to be perfect at first, though you will learn the better you are, the better the tips. That is usually motivation enough for the girls to work their asses off.”
“How can I even work here and serve alcohol? I’m only eighteen.”
“All you need to know is it’s strictly high-limit. Only the high rollers are permitted down here, and everything is off the books. The men here especially love the young ones who aren’t legally allowed to serve them, so you’ll be a hot commodity around here.”
Oh, great…
While Lake let her continue her work, she slowly began to see her face and hair turn into that of a porn star, as Sadie liked to call it. Sadie even gave her a crash course in how to do smoky eyes and contouring—whatever that meant—then taught her how to tease, tease, then tease some more to get “the big, sexy hair.” Again, Sadie had a name for everything.
“Let me go pick out something for you to wear,” Sadie said, turning around to a rack which held the tiniest black and pink clothes imaginable.
“Um, do you have anything which will cover more of my body?” Lake gingerly asked when she watched her pull out a thong.
Sadie looked back at a now pale Lake. “Virgin, huh? That’s okay; the men will smell it on you. Let’s play that up.”
‘Let’s play that up’? Is she joking?
“This is as covered up as you can get around here. Normally, we don’t go for that look, but for you, it will drive them crazier than shit since you’re the new girl.” Grabbing a few things off the rack, she showed them to Lake.
Something told Lake she didn’t want to be the new girl.
While looking at the clothes, she began to shake her head. “I won’t look good in that. I don’t have anything to fill it out.”
“This corset will lift those puppies up,” Sadie said, pushing up her huge boobs. “And these are shorts because we need to get you waxed before we get you into anything smaller.”
Lake began to blush. “W-waxed?”
“Everyone here gets waxed from head to toe. We have our own esthetician, and she’s a miracle worker. It’s only really painful the first few times; after that, you just become numb to the whole thing.” Sadie shrugged.
Gulping, Lake took the little bit of nothing clothes and went behind a curtain to get changed. After she asked for Sadie’s help to lace up the back of the corset, she turned around and looked at herself in the mirror.
No way in fucking Hell. “I can’t do this.” Lake wanted to put her hoodie and jeans back on then run the hell away.
“Lake, listen to me. From the looks of it, I don’t think you have a choice. And I’m sorry for whatever must have happened, but look at yourself.” Sadie grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back toward the mirror. “Have you ever gone to the pool and worn a swimsuit?”
“Yes, but—”
“I bet you are more covered up than you were at the pool. Just because it has lace and ruffles, it doesn’t make it sexier than a tiny bathing suit.”
Lake stared at herself in the mirror. Her light brown hair which was usually pin-straight and flat actually had lift and bouncy, messy curls. Her makeup was flawless and sultry, still showing how young she was, but she no longer looked as innocent.
Her outfit was what scared her the most. The pink corset squeezed her in, giving her very little room to breathe. Her hipbones were exposed, and the tiny black bottoms, which Lake didn’t think should be called shorts, were ruffled. The final touches were high, black stockings with oversized pink bows in the front and black pumps to match. She only prayed she could walk in them.
She had to admit she was technically more covered than if she was at the pool, and Sadie really did give her a less revealing outfit than everyone else. Lake understood what she had meant about the clothes working to her advantage. It was sexy and innocent all at the same time.
It doesn’t matter; you have to. Lake had no other option than swallowing her pride as she nodded toward her new boss.
Sadie spun her back around and gave a good tug of Lake’s corset to raise her breasts higher. “I told you so about the corset. Just because you’re in the itty-bitty-titty committee, it doesn’t mean you ain’t got great tits. Every girl here would kill for them perky mounds, and don’t you forget it.” Sadie grabbed some perfume off the table and hosed her down with it. “The men are going to take one whiff of you and pounce like a lion hunting for a bunny rabbit.”
Lake found out what true fear was. Yep … That was just the pep talk I needed.
“Thanks, Sadie.”