Meeting Cammie

You walk up the stairs and into the bathroom. Cammie is standing in the shower. You take off your bikini. "Mind if I join?"

She looks straight forward, asking in a flat, almost depressed tone. "Do you have a choice? He ordered you to come shower with me, hasn't he?"

"Yes. He did." You say, you've dried most of your tears as you step into the shower. You're a few inches taller than Cammie, but she's very well built. She's in her early 40s but has aged very well, with a body like hers she's probably always had guys attention. "So how long have you been like this?" You ask, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Like what? A slave? A playtoy?" She replies. "A few years. It's funny, I used to be his teacher. He was a good kid. Then, one day, he shows me some flashing light on his computer screen. Without realizing what had happened to me, I left my husband later that week. Haven't talked to him since."

You would think she'd be tearing up, but she's not. She's gotten so used to this life. You hear Jake call out, "Cammie. Hurry up!"

Cammie sighs and finishes washing her body. "Nice meeting you. Better get used to this." And she gets out. She puts on a purple dress that's hanging up and leaves. You can see Jake leads her into his bedroom, she is expressionless. Is that what you'll become?

You push the thought out of your head. Surely that won't happen to you. Sure, Jake lent you to another guy, but you're special. Your relationship with Jake is much better than Cammie's could have been, right?

That's what you tell yourself the rest of the shower.