The next week.

You have six other customers that day. Two of them want you at the same time. One of them wants you tied up. None of them are any fun for you. By the end of the day you're feeling ragged and used.

And that's just the first day. You go through the motions mechanically, just trying to get through it. Detached from the situation and treating it like any other job you've been hired for.

You eat with the other women working here, but don't get along with them. Forming any attachments would make it harder to act like this is just another operation.

On the morning of your last day, you get a repeat visit from Carl. He just wants the same thing again. You do it. He still doesn't sense that you're putting on an act. Just after he's finished, and you're lying back on the bed with Carl's seed dripping from between your legs, you're visited by the owner of this place. He can't help but break into a smirk.

"Fun time, eh? Ride's here, get ready and get your stuff."

He doesn't leave the room. It seems like he's planning on watching you while you clean yourself and get dressed. You don't really care.