As she walked with Milan and Stefan towards the party, she struggled with her thoughts. Milan had tried to warn her about Gunthor's true intentions but she couldn't believe that her boss would have such plans for her. After all, he'd been so nice to her since hiring her and had taken care of her while Milan had been rough when he'd fucked her and he acted almost as if he disliked her.
She glanced at Stavros who hadn't said anything since they left the clubhouse and thought; he'd always been so gentle how he treated her after she'd been with him and the other men.
"Look Stavros you know that this isn't the right move to make," he said, "You and Gunthor are risking exposure."
Stavros didn't respond. She noticed that his face looked as rigid as his body did right now. A chill fell over here as Milan's words played themselves over and over in her head. God, he must be wrong about what they'd planned for her. Gunthor would never sell her to a brothel owner, in fact he'd planned for her to be his mistress and she'd considered accepting.
She just felt so much on the fence not knowing if she wanted to go down that road but then thinking back to the past few days…too late.
"Gunthor's making a mistake," Milan continued, "There's some really big players that are paying notice that he's moving into their territory."
Marie listened to him talk to an unresponsive Stavros as they walked down the path towards the ballroom where she thought the party might be. Sure enough, she looked inside when she entered and saw throngs of people almost all of them women. Tables overflowed with delicious food including the most succulent desserts.
"Marie…you don't want to know…"
Stavros smiled at Marie.
"Yes this is Gunthor's party in your honor in thanks of all the hard work that you did for him."
Meaning all the fucking and sucking that she'd done this weekend, Marie thought but damn, it felt heady to be the center of attention. But the way that some of the women looked at her. Some of them from the polo club and the sauna while others she didn't recognize except a few inside the pages of some finance magazines.
A waiter walked by and handed Marie a flute of some fruity drink that she took from him. After sipping it, she realized it packed a powerful punch.
Stavros watched her a moment then gesture to her to follow him.
"You'll be going downstairs for a little while," he said, "but don't worry it won't be for long."
She glanced at Milan and his expression appeared unreadable. He'd backed off from his earlier warning and she just nodded and followed Stavros to a doorway that lead to a spiral staircase that seemed to drop into the bowels of the hotel. The three of them left it through another door and found another ballroom, with some doors that departed from it.
There, she saw nearly 100 men of all ages and dress standing there talking to each other while the attendants brought more food to a the tables.
Almost as if a separate party was taking place hidden away from the one upstairs….but with the men and women separate….why was that?
Gunthor wearing his tux walked up to her smiling.
"Ah Marie…you look so beautiful."
She smiled at him feeling that way.
"Thanks Gunthor," she said, "This dress…it's gorgeous."
He nodded and gestured to a pair of women to come over to them.
"Marie, these women will make you even more beautiful," he said, "You will go with them for a while."
She felt puzzled. She'd done her best to look beautiful for him and now he wanted more?
"It'll be worth it," he said, "These women are the best in the business."
She left with them and saw Gunthor gathering with Stavros and Milan, talking with them. The women led her to a small room with a chair where they told her to sit.
One of them smiled.
"We'll do your nails and tune up your makeup," she said, "There's more to do but we'll leave that under discretion."
Marie settled trying to relax as they fussed over her.
"Do you shave?"
She looked up at the woman.
"Yes…I do...you won't find any hair on my legs."
The two women looked at each other.
"We don't mean your legs," she said, "We mean your crotch."
Heat flushed over Marie at those words though the woman hadn't said it in a sleazy manner. Hardly, she'd sounded as if she were asking her if she had blue eyes. Of course Marie had read that some women did shave themselves between their legs but she'd never considered it.
"We'll leave that under discretion then."
She didn't know what they meant by all this discretion talk. Whether or not she wanted to be bare down there was her own business, her own decision and no one else's. Her body, her choice and all that…but then she remembered Milan's warning.
"Why are you fixing me up?"
The first woman looked at her as if that were a stupid question.
That's when she noticed that she had put out some makeup.
"We don't have much time left to get you looking gorgeous for them."
Them…what did she mean by that?
Gunthor sat in the parlor room that was next to the ballroom. Stavros had joined him and several other men including Costas. They'd poured themselves some vodka and sat down.
"So what did Milan say?"
"He was trying to tell Marie that you're going to put her on an auction block and sell her body to the highest bidder."
Gunthor sipped his drink thoughtfully.
"Did she believe him?"
"I don't know," Stavros said, "Does it matter? She's here isn't she?"
Gunthor nodded and then glanced over at Costas.
"You really want her don't you," he said, "but you're not the only interested party."
Costas leaned back in his chair not looking too concerned about that.
"Ah but you owe me Gunthor," he said, "and I have good use for a woman like that…after all the fucking she did this weekend I didn't expect her to still be so tight."
Gunthor sipped his drink again.
"She was a virgin…she's still one in some ways."
"Hardly…you broke her in every which way," he said, "I know Stavros wouldn't be able to resist her ass for very long right?"
Stavros didn't answer. He didn't need to as his yen for anal had become widely known among the different players in the sex industry.
"She gives great oral," Costas said, "Her lips are perfect for it. I imagine that will send her price up higher but I came her loaded in more ways than one."
Gunthor didn't care much for his crass talk. But he knew that Costas didn't lie about that. He ran enough brothels in Latin America and now Eastern Europe to walk into any sales room with more than enough capital.
"You know what I want don't you," he said, "I want a woman who can take on a football team without taking a breath."
Gunthor looked at Stavros and then another player, Esteban spoke up.
"She'll do nicely in my Brazilian collection," he said, "The top whores in Rio who'll do all kinds of things to please a man."
"I'll start off at $4 million."
Esteban's eyes widened.
"You are serious," he said, "I'd put down $2 million and then put up two of my more experienced whores in trade."
"Experienced for you means used up," he said, "No thanks. I've had my eye on this one since I first got the catalog. Of course I'll have to fix her up, maybe get her some surgery."
Stavros just shook his head.
"What the hell you talking about? Marie's damn well perfect," he said, "She's got a pussy like a glove only she'll milk a guy dry…"
"I don't need reminding," He said, "I rode that pussy pretty hard and I know what it's got. I'll make $200 grand a night with her."
A conservative estimate, Gunthor thought but damn, why did he have to go through with this meat market anyway? Then he remembered why.
"You'll both have your chances to put in your bids," he said, "but business will be final."
Costas poured himself more vodka.
"Good…then I'll get her on the first plane out of here," he said, "find a way to get her past customs and immigration."
Esteban folded his arms.
"You sound very confident."
"I have reason to be," Costas said, "I intend to pay out huge for her if necessary."
Gunthor listened to the two of them hash it back and forth as if they were discussing a piece of merchandise.
Stavros just looked thoughtful. Gunthor knew he had to keep an eye on him just like with Milan. People he could trust in this business were few and far between.
"It's a shame you have to do this Gunthor," Stavros finally said, "if I had the cash I'd buy her but I'm in hock as you know."
Gunthor knew about Stavros' own business dealings. He didn't have nearly the amount of cash that would be necessary to close out the sale.
"There are some other…consolation prizes up as well."
Costas had tossed in some of his whores into the list including one young thing from his own private collection. Gunthor didn't want to know where she came from originally.
"Stavros…you go and see if Marie's finished getting ready," Gunthor said, "I'll need her ready to go in a few minutes though as the main event, she'll be last."
Stavros nodded and Gunthor watched him go. If the guy tried anything, he'd be ready for him but everything would go forward on schedule. They had to pay off the attendants that had kept this room for their use and off the official blueprints of the hotel.
Marie looked up as Stavros stood in the doorway.
"You ready for the party?"
She nodded slightly. One of the women turned towards Stefan all business.
"She'll impress," she said, "We hope Gunthor's pleased."
"I'm sure he'll be very much so," Stavros said, "Come on Marie, let's head back to the party shall we?"
He reached out his hand and she bit her lip wondering if she should take it. Instead she got up and walked apart from him as they headed back to the ballroom. If he noticed that change in her he said nothing.