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priority was my story.
    I followed the girls as they entered a locked door. They had to enter a code on a keypad to get in. I made careful note of the numbers: 911666. Easy enough to remember.
    I stepped into a lounge area. There was a large, velvet circular couch in the middle of the room; the walls were covered with mirrors and makeup stations. Pieces of clothing were thrown about the room messily. There was a second, open door that led to what looked like a locker room.
    The room was full of girls. It must have been the end of their shift. One of the girls I’d followed turned to me.
    “So, you’re going to start working here?” she asked, sizing me up.
    “Yes,” I lied. “What’s it like?”
    She shrugged. “Some customers are better than others. You get used to it.”
    I thought of the man I’d encountered earlier. He wasn’t keen on taking no for an answer. These girls probably dealt with jerks like that every night.
    “They don’t always follow the rules?” I asked.
    The girls exchanged a look and laughed. “Not always, but you learn how to handle them. Besides, the bodyguards are really sweet. They’re super protective of us.”
    “Yeah,” a second girl chimed in. “No one messes with us unless they want to get the shit beat out of them by Mickey.”
    Mickey must have been one of the guards.
    “So you’re all pretty well taken care of then?”
    The girls nodded to one another.
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ve been at worse places.”
    “The money’s amazing,” a third girl said. “You’ll see. You’ve got a real girl next door thing going on. The guys will love you.”
    The lash marks on my back started to burn. I stood up straighter.
    “They pay well?” I asked.
    The girls laughed. “Sweetie, you have no idea. I hooked up with a guy once who paid me to spend the week with him. Bought me a new car, plus fifty thousand in cash. Easiest money I’ve ever made. All I had to do was call him, ‘Daddy,’ while he spanked me.”
    “I know this one girl, she moved in with her Dom. The guy lived in a penthouse. He gave her credit cards, a sports car, jewelry- you name it. She’s set for life.”
    “It all sounds too good to be true,” I said. “What’s the catch?”
    “The catch is you don’t get to pick your Dom. These guys aren’t all Prince Charming with a whip.”
    The girls laughed.
    “It’s not like romance novels where all the guys are hot and basically respectful of women. Sometimes, they don’t want to hear the safe word. That’s why we’ve got all the security,” a girl wearing a purple wig said.
    “Yeah, and they’re not all eager to sweep you off your feet and throw money at you. Some of them are cheap despite being rich.”
    “You get a lot of rich guys in here?” I asked.
    “Oh, yeah. Most of the clients are wealthy. I saw that hot Dom you were with. You better hold onto him. You’re lucky.”
    “Yeah, you fuck that up and I’m stealing him.”
    “What about the club?” I said, changing the subject. “You don’t have trouble with them, do you?”
    “Nah, Ivy’s cool. She used to be one of us. She knows what it’s like. Just don’t go hiding money from her or pissing off the clients.”
    “Why not?” 
    “She’ll throw you out on your ass.”
    “Oh.” I didn’t mean to sound disappointed. I was happy the girls were treated well, but I was starting to wonder what kind of story I had.
    “The best is when you get invited to one of their parties,” a girl said.
    “Yeah,” the others agreed.
    I perked up. “Parties?”
    “It’s at this mansion out in the hills. Full of rich dudes. They pay to watch mostly.”
    Maybe there was a story here: prostitution and the rich and powerful. It was a story I could sell to my editor.
    The door opened and Ivy entered. I turned away from her, but it was too late. She’d caught sight of me.
    “Are you lost?” she asked.
    The girls were watching the scene unfold. They’d caught a whiff of drama and they were eager to