Madison had hardly enough time to think about her fears when the door to their room opened. The older woman who had come in earlier walked in with some towels.
"Girls, get ready," she said in her accent. "Fifteen minutes." She put the towels in the bathroom and looked at the blonde and redhead as she walked out the door. "Don't be late downstairs!" Then she looked at Madison and shook her finger. "You make men happy! All men happy! Okay?"
Rebecca looked at Madison who stared back at her with wide eyes. "I'm going to freshen up a little bit. You change into this teddy and high heels," she said pointing at the outfit that was laid out on the dresser. Madison was a little surprised that Rebecca spoke so authoritatively. "No bra," she added, "but wear these panties that match the teddy."
Madison stood stock-still. The shock of what she was about to do seemed to paralyze her with fear.
The redhead tried to reason. "Do you want to have to fuck a train of guys all night long?" she asked.
"Wha...?" was all that Madison could say as she processed what the redhead told her.
Rebecca looked annoyed. "Hurry! Do as I say. Stick close to me and I'll try to teach you the ropes."
When Madison didn't move, Rebecca was more emphatic.
"Hurry! If we're late, they'll punish us the whole night!"
With the sudden realization of what she was talking about, Madison reached behind her back and began to unclasp her bra. The word "train" scared her to death.
She slid the bra straps off of her arms and scooted the panties off her round bottom and down her legs.
The young blonde woman stood in the room for just a moment, holding her panties in her hand. She was nude. How do I get out of here? she wondered. I need to plan my escape! Her movements felt like an out of body experience. She looked at her nipples. They were rubbery and erect. Her pussy felt moist. What is wrong with me? How many men are going to fuck me?
Then she tried to pull herself together. She picked up the teddy and began to change.
As she was putting on the high heels, Rebecca came into the room. The redhead looked stunning! Looking at Madison, she handed her some lipstick.
"Here, put this on. We don't want to be the girls that never get chosen. They are looked on as if they are purposefully not being nice to the guys and get punished at the end of the night."
The lipstick was a bright red color.
Madison leaned over a counter towards a mirror and began to work it on to her lips.
"You look gorgeous," Rebecca said.
"I look like a whore," Madison replied sullenly.
"You are a whore, here," the redhead responded. "Believe me, it will go much easier if you follow my lead. Smile and be happy down there. I've worked my way up to the bosses. I'll try to keep you with me. Hopefully, they will let you stay. You don't want to be sent down to the mules. There are way too many of them and they treat you like an animal."
Rebecca stared at her. "Are you okay? I hope you don't get sent down. It was awful for me. Can you do it?"
Madison tried to get her courage up. "Y... yes."
"Alright, then. Let's smile."
The two scantily clad white women walked out of their room.
*****
The music blared and the strobe lights flashed hot and cold.
Rebecca paused and leaned towards Madison to try to be heard over the music.
"These are the mules. Let's keep moving. Keep a smile frozen on your face!"
Rebecca walked ahead of Madison through the groups of men sitting at tables. Madison held on to Rebecca's hand. As they walked, men would grab their free hand and get their attention, but Rebecca would simply smile and point ahead and keep moving.
Madison felt a wave of hands sliding up her thighs and grabbing her buttocks as she walked, but she kept moving, smiling at the men as she did. The men were brazen in their actions. Laughing uproariously, talking loudly, they appeared half drunk with alcohol and intent on blowing off steam.
Their ethnicity was mostly Mexican but there were a few whites and less blacks in the crowd of men. They were dressed in work shirts and jeans and boots. Broken English was interspersed with rapidly spoken Spanish. It occurred to Madison that she didn't even know if she was still in the United States. For all she knew, they could have crossed the border into Mexico!
Her heart beat furiously and she was terrified that she would be stopped and taken from Rebecca. But she acted like she knew what she was doing - just like Rebecca told her to.
That didn't work for long. Half-way through the crowd of men, a large Mexican man stood and blocked Madison's way with Rebecca.
"Who's the new puta?" he asked very loudly. The brown-faced men at his table smiled drunkenly at the nearly nude, shapely blonde.
He reached out to Madison's hips with both large hands and held her in place. He looked back at the men at his table. Then he thrust his hips several times at Madison's pelvis in a mocking manner suggesting sexual intercourse. The men laughed at his brazen display.
"La blondie es muy bonita!" he said. "Are ju a new puta?" he asked.
Madison tried to smile and move around him but he would have none of it.
"Are ju a new whore?" he asked again.
Madison looked at Rebecca fearfully. The redhead shook her head "yes" and showed Madison a big smile, making her remember to smile.
Madison smiled at the man.
Rebecca spoke to the man, but Madison noticed a distinct lack of assertiveness in Rebecca's voice.
"I'm going up to the bosses lounge to introduce Madison," she said.
"Miss Bankers Wife," he said, "jer pussy is too good for us workers, now, right? Jer pussy is only for the bosses! Jer mouth is only for the bosses. Jer ass is only for the bosses, right?" He looked annoyed at the redhead. "Ju don't like the workers no more, right?"
Madison was stunned by Rebecca's answer, it was so contrary to how she knew Rebecca felt.
"You know that isn't true. I loved giving my pussy to you and your men," she said looking at the other men seated at the table. "But the bosses make the rules!"
"Miss Bankers Wife, I jus' want ju to suck my deek! Jus' a little suck!"
"I wish I could," she playfully said back. "Your cock is so big and so full of juice!"
"Ah, ju remember!" he laughed.
"How could I forget? Your cock filled my pussy so tight! But the bosses. We have to go, now."
The man did not let go of Madison.
"So El Jefe say he don't want the blondie fucking us?" he asked directly.
Rebecca stuttered.
"N... n... no, he hasn't said that yet."
She looked at Madison in fear.
"Ahhhhhhh, Bueno," the man smiled broadly, revealing his crooked, discolored teeth. "So you can go and ask them. If they say jes, they want blondie, then come find her in the room here for the men! I will teach her to be a good whore for los jefes!"
"Y... you are too big for her down there," Rebecca said. The redhead smiled and grabbed the man's crotch through his pants. "You would destroy her little pussy, baby."
She turned to Madison and said, "Come on now! On our way."
The man would have nothing of it. He kept his hands tightly on Madison.
"Hahaha! When Blondie finishes taking care of my meat, she won't have no trouble taking all them other cocks!" He gestured at the table. "Now, go before I get pissed off at ju and tell the bosses to let us do a train to ju!"
Rebecca didn't say another word to the man but leaned in to kiss Madison. She whispered in the blonde's ear.
"Do what he says if you know what is good for you. I'll try to come get you right away."
Madison's eyes widened in fear as she watched Rebecca walk away. Almost instantly, the big man scooped her up into his arms and began to carry her away. She wanted to scream, but realized that it would not do her a bit of good!
The blonde's senses seemed to be strangely heightened now as the man carried her through the room. She looked at each leering man in the face and knew that she would carry the memory of their lustful looks for the rest of her life. The man's body was warm and she could smell his body and clothing and breath. His left arm was behind her back and his right was in the crook of her knees. She was being carried away like a rag-doll! Her eyes went to her thighs which were completely naked beneath the teddy when he lifted her. It flashed through her mind that her smooth shapely legs would soon be spreading for a cock.
Oh, my! How have I gotten here? she wondered as she was carried through the crowd of men.
The lights and smoke and pounding music made the whole thing seem surreal. As they made their way through the crowd, she noticed other women for the first time. They were mostly Mexican women and a few black women, sitting on the arms of chairs, scantily dressed and quite obviously whores, laughing and happily engaging with the men at the tables.
I'm not going to end up like them, am I?
To keep from feeling like she would fall, Madison hooked her right arm around the man's neck and placed her left hand on his chest. She thought that it might look as if she was willingly going with the man by doing this, but she was unwillingly being carried off like a female sex prize for the man. Her heart pounding almost out of her chest.
Several times the large man stopped at a table to talk to the men sitting there. To Madison's horror, the first time she felt a young man at the table begin to feel the bottoms of her thighs. When he tried to slip his slender hand between her legs, she squeezed them tightly together to keep him from getting between them.
The man carrying her did not care at all that she was being groped. There was also very little that she could do to stop it. She squirmed slightly but the man had her in a tight grip. The backs of her thighs and her buttocks hung between the man's arms carrying her.
