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!"