The staff

A bunch of people came inside. They wore stiff expressions and one made a hand sign. I noticed Hannah responded back. "A code?" I asked.

She chuckled. "Does sign language count as a code?"

"Oh," I said.

"They are all deaf," Chloe said as she swung her arm around me. "That way we can all talk in peace."

"You hired exclusively deaf people for your private VIP room?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"No. I hired tons of people, these are just the ones I value for days like this, as Chloe gave the reason why," Hannah added.

I looked over them all. They were all beautiful too. "They aren't under the books influence are they?"

Everyone laughed. "No darling," Hannah said. "They are under the worlds strongest influence other than Samuel."

"Which is?" I asked.

"Money."

Huh. I paused looking them over. Both men and women. Both beautiful. All deaf. Probably trained by Hannah and given high salaries. Hannah had mentioned she is a big business woman before. I wondered if she worked hard for these pleasures. A tall muscular man offered his hand to me. I placed mine in his. It was small by comparison. Though are hands were equally smooth. It was a nice touch. He lead me to a table.

"I do recall," Hannah said amusingly. "You don't prefer lesbian shit. Where would you like to be rubbed?"

"My shoulders," I said.

"Lie on your stomach then," she said as she gave a hand sign.

Once down, I felt his soft firm hands caressing me. My mind began to wander. Kat. What was she doing? I was she was here with us. She was probably having a harsh time. Mmph, his hands were strong. My body melted in response. I could picture his body in my mind. He was the type the old me would have barked for. But, it felt weird. I couldn't quite place why. But something was wrong?

I tried to think about why but I couldn't come to any simple answers. It was hard to think as he rubbed me. The table I was on was perfect too. I just sunk into it as if I was a slime. Purely physically speaking. I was in heaven. My sore limbs from all the working out were happy beyond belief.

I tried to distract myself. "Did you decide to want this?" I asked towards Hannah.

"Not sure what you mean dear," she said between soft moans. A woman was rubbing her.

"Like. You do a lot of business right? Did Samuel make you? Or did you want to make the money to buy this stuff?" I asked. "I dunno, am I making sense?" I wanted to know if Samuel guided her here or if some part of her wanted to be here. Or something like that. I felt like I was on the verge of giving myself up and I wanted to know what that meant. No I needed to know what that meant.

She smirked. "You don't believe Samuel sets the winners free?"

"Would you if you were me?" I asked.

"No, I suppose not," she said. "I think, both are true. I think Samuel is honest. But I also think it would be wrong to say that once I won, I had the option to go back to who I was. I was changed. Let me ask you. If you had a daughter, would you punish her for being bad and reward her for being good?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"Let me finish dear. If you did so by baking her favorite desert for her when she was especially good and she developed a desire to cook that on holidays and loved doing the kind of good things you rewarded her. You would have influenced her? Right?"

"I suppose, but-"

"I know. Its a bad comparison, but unfortunately I don't have a better one. The thing is, Samuel... don't think about that part. I don't think it will help you. The thing to think about is. Who you are becoming. There are two versions ahead of you and you don't get a choice to turn back. I suggest you pick the one that you like more."

"I see," I said. "That doesn't really answer the question though. Why did you become a business woman?"

"Oh. I don't know if you will believe me, but because I wanted too. Maybe it was being the first winner. Maybe it was because of the game but when I emerged a fire was lit under me. I love what I do. And the perks aren't bad either."

"So you don't do it for this?" I asked looking around.

"Nope. I like that it affords me this. I like being the big sister but it's not the reason."

I smiled. I guess in some sense I got my answer. Hannah was the best at not giving me bullshit answers. Two versions of myself in front of me? What did they look like? And who did I want to become? What did I want? I had a lot to think about as this man continued to melt my body into the table with his soft wonderful hands.