TORYN KNIGHT LOOKED LIKE she could stop traffic with how good she looked. Sitting on a sun tanning chair outside in the backyard, multicolored retro mirror aviator sunglasses were on her face, along with a matching Sunkist orange one piece hollow out bikini set. Three inch open toed black Armani heels complimented her pedicured orange gelled toe nails and matched the orange French tips that made her rich brown skin pop.

Her eyes were closed behind her glasses as she listened to over two dozen other women talking. Music was playing loudly, meat and fish sizzled on the grill and the oversized pool was crowded with females of all shapes and sizes. Toryn felt herself falling asleep. The sun was caressing her just enough to make her feel warm without burning her skin.

She wished it could just be her instead of all these other women, but she couldn't control that. It was nothing for her to get in her head and ignore the outside world, though. So that's exactly what she did as she tried to sleep. The sound of the upbeat retro music suddenly cutting off made everybody in the yard look in the direction of the radio system. Toryn's eyes were heavy but she managed to open them to see what had happened.

Standing at the back patio glass door was Bull. He was a short and stocky man, standing at five feet exactly. He was bald and the color of mayonnaise. He was called Bull because he was really muscular. He was built like a brick wall. Although he may have been short, he always smelled good and had a beautiful smile. Bull stood holding the thick plug to the stereo system in his hand. He too had a pair sunglasses on his face, so it was hard to read his expression.

"Glad to see you women out here having fun. I see smiles, beautiful bodies and pure happiness. You know why you get to do this? Because you guys have been good so far. You stay good, good things will happen to you. You women are getting this luxury the other groups are not because their not acting like the women of this group. Apparently there's been a lot of fights happening recently between the other three groups. And notice I keep calling you women, because I'm being nice. Fighting is not permitted here. Fights cause money to repair damage and fighting takes away money because your damaged. And what man wants to pay for a damaged hoe?"

The entire backyard was quiet. Not even the sound of someone moving their arm in the water could be heard.

"Exactly. So you women keep behaving, you're going to keep being treated how you deserve to be treated. However, if you act like the hoes that you actually are, there are going to be dire consequences." A sudden smile popped up onto Bull's face, "have fun ladies."

Toryn's eyes closed and seconds later the deafening music came back on. Immediately the chatter, grilling and swimming returned as if nothing happened. Toryn had been living here for the last six years of her life. In a brothel called the Spice mansion. She lived with ninety nine other women. A total of one hundred of them in all. The mansion was estimated at a $110 million in all. The mansion was made up of girls to women of all shapes, sizes and ethnicities. However they were split up into four groups.

A class, B class, C class and D class. Each section held twenty five women and they were all separated from the other classes. Toryn was part of B class along with all the other women in the backyard. None of the females of other classes were allowed to communicate with each other. Toryn didn't know why as she was sure did nobody else. But that was how things flowed here. No questions were asked. Minding your business and doing what you were told to do made things way less difficult. Something Toryn had mastered within her first month.

Toryn didn't know much about the underground world, but she knew was part of a sex trafficking organization owned by one of the biggest human traffickers in the world, Dumont Dee. Toryn knew that in America alone Dumont had three Spice mansions. She didn't know where the other two were located though. She'd never personally see the man that ran this whole operation. She guessed it was partially because he was so important that he didn't have time to be here. Not that she was complaining.

Unexpectedly it got so dark it made Toryn furrow her eyebrows, opening her eyes once more, she saw Bull's clean shaven head blocking out the sun. Seconds later the smell of his Viktor & Rolf Spicebomb cologne surrounded Toryn, making her roll her eyes. "What baldly?"

Bull was the only person in here Toryn got along with. He could get in his mood sometimes were he treated her like the rest of the whores here, but Toryn didn't mind. She figured he probably had problems at home. He was still a human and had a life outside of the whorehouse he worked at. Plus she had no family and never had so she didn't know what family drama felt like. So Bull got a pass when he was on his bullshit.

"What are you doing out here?" Bull asked, looking at her well toned stomach. She couldn't see his roaming eyes from behind his lenses colored a brown shade.

"What does it look like I'm doing, sir. It's called relaxing." Toryn said, eyeing him back. The sound of her voice had become seductive, sultry and alluring even now that she was a twenty-five year old high paid hooker with six years of experience under her belt.

"Yeah well I'm sorry to spoil your relaxation, but your on the clock because a client is here for you." Bull informed.

"And? Who's fault was that for driving all the way over here?"

"Toryn come on."

"What do you mean come on? Tell him I'm unavailable. Today's my relaxation day. Remember? We're acting like women which is why we're being rewarded like women...it was such a powerful speech, and you say I don't remember anything."

Bull chuckled and licked his lips. He could admit Toryn was a cool girl. He felt bad that she was pulled into this predicament but it was life. On the outside he could have seen himself dating her or at least being her friend. But here she was a worker and he was a worker. They had jobs to do and mixing that in with pleasure was a silver tipped bullet waiting to pierce one of them.

"Sorry Trouble but this guy says he's spending eight on you this time. And you know the boss's rules. He finds out I let you turn down eight grand for two hours just so you can play Baywatch in the backyard. That's my ass and yours—and probably yours literally. So c'mon."

Toryn huffed and got up, she was so mad but she knew Bull was right. Money time was anytime of the day here as long as the paper was right. It didn't even matter if someone found of their mother just died. In the Spice mansion money ruled everything. Bull walked behind Toryn in her fancy designer bikini as she switched toward the glass patio door.

As soon as she got inside cool air caressed her instantly making her cold. All she could hear was the sound of her own heels as she made her way to an elevator to get up to the fifth floor where her room was. Bull separated from her to go and tell her client she was getting ready. Once Toryn made it to her room, she went over to the vanity mirror that must have had hundreds of colorful sticky notes all posted by her as she searched for the amount of time they could take to get ready. She must have read this thing more times than she could count but she could never remember it. These sticky notes were like part of her memory.

Once she saw that she had to be ready in fifteen minutes, she tied up her expensive weave and headed toward the bathroom. Since she didn't go in the pool she didn't have to worry about taking extra time to wash off chlorine. In eight minutes Toryn was out, smelling like peaches. She wondered out of the three of her clients which one it was. Three was the maximum amount of clients all girls in Class B were allowed too. It's what kept them separated from the regular whores on the street.

In the Spice mansion they had class. Although some were treated better than others here, they were all still better than most that lived the life that they did. A Class were virgins—and to be honest, being A class in the Spice mansion was the best way to go. Only because beauty didn't matter, here. There could be a gorgeous woman but an ugly virgin. In the world of prostitution, it was the sex that mattered, not the face. The clients wanted the women with the best pussy to offer and a exotic face was not the only thing that would cut it. So the ugly virgin is who would win in the end.

B Class girls were second best under the virgins. They had pussy just like them so they were almost just the same. The only difference was the A class girls were not allowed to do anything sexual unless their virginities were being paid to be taken. As crazy as it sounded Toryn preferred B class, though. She couldn't imagine being treated like royalty all of a sudden to lose her virginity one day just to get demoted to B class.

C class girls in reality would really be A class. C class girls were some of the most exotic and gorgeous women who touched the marble, hardwood and imported Italian carpets in here. But being pretty, foreign or young didn't matter if what was between your legs didn't match up to the same standards. Little things like your looks or ethnic background did help boost you up here at the house, but your vagina is what really ranked you. C class were just for men who may not have cared about average pussy and still just wanted to fuck something with a pretty face.

D class women were the lowest class in the house. Those were the ones used as replacement girls if emergencies happened. They were the ones that a client could do anything he wanted with. D class women were generally older and the more seasoned ones who'd been in the game for ten years or more.

Toryn found a cute purple negligee to put on while she brushed her hair. Since she roomed with nine other women, clients were not allowed in the rooms. They had special rooms they took the clientele too. Toryn made her way to an elevator and rode it up to the ninth floor. Once there she found an available room and entered it. She pressed a button letting security know she was ready for her client to come upstairs.

The lights in room four were florescent red LED lights that gave the room a rose red glow. The bed was a circular king size. The pillow and sheet set were all black and silk. They had a full supply of condoms, toys, lubricants and DVD's equip with a large sixty inch smart TV for whatever they wanted to do. Toryn sat on the edge of her bed with her heels and prescription glasses on. Thankfully none of her guys complained about it. Maybe the big nerd glasses turned them on.

The door opened and a slim man in a gray suit stepped in, Which one is this again, which one is this...Toryn said, her brain frying as she tried to come up with a name. She knew who he was but sometimes it was the names she would get mixed up with. Over the years her memory had gone terribly bad. To the point she could no longer remember anything for more than a few days. A few weeks top if it was really important.

The fact that she was trying to remember the name of a client she saw on a daily basis for the last four years proved that. She wondered how long it would be before she would start forgetting more than just his name.

"Toryn." The man said, walking up to her.

Toryn smiled as protocol, making the client feel welcomed was part of their duty. Dexter smiled and picked up her chain. It was the first thing he did every time he stepped in the room. He didn't know what it was but she always had it on. He ran his thumb over it, chuckling to himself. The thing never came off. He was always curious to know the name of the other person on it and if they knew she was here. The thought of it being somebody she was in love with made his dick hard. It was the only reason he fucked Toryn honestly. He loved looking at that damn chain while he took her roughly. His sweat dripping all over her, his dick ramming inside her.

Toryn felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up seeing Dexter holding her medallion. Her eyes widened and she quickly covered Dexter's hand with her own as a thought came to her head. It was him! He was the person who gave her this pendant. This is why he touched it. Had he suddenly remembered she was more than just a client?

"Are you the one that gave this to me?" Toryn asked, her eyes filling with tears.

She knew absolutely nothing about her past or where she came from. She had no family or friends and never had. She didn't know about her father, mother, or anybody who might have been related to her. As far as she was concerned she was born in this whorehouse. But she had always had this strange necklace with her. Nobody in the house claimed to give it to her so she figured someone from her past did. Maybe they knew she was here and would come one day. She never took it off because if she did she would forget she ever had it on. It was her only chance at someone helping her to remember anything beyond the Spice walls.

"Please, did we know each other? Don't lie to me, I promise I won't be mad."

"Toryn—"

"What was my name before I got here? When's my birthday? Do I have a father?"

Dexter wondered if he should call for security, but then again he already drove two hours here just to see her. It was clear the bitch was off her pills and if that was the case he knew calling security up would just result in them automatically canceling his appointment and giving him a replacement hooker for free. But he didn't want a replacement. He wanted the schizophrenic bitch with memory loss.

Each man was told if the girl he messed with had mental or health issues. It was a safety precaution for both parties. That way if Toryn ever snapped and got violent he would know she had a mental issue and not to physically harm her. She may have been a whore, but she was still property that belonged to a big trafficker and damaging property like that is what Dexter would never do. He'd been shown ways to handle the situation if Toryn ever spazzed out; but she never had so Dexter wasn't worried.

"What's your name? Tell me—"

Dexter's hand was around her neck so fast Toryn didn't even realize until the words to form the rest of her sentence stopped. Speaking very calmly, Dexter eased the pressure from around her neck. "Toryn baby, I need you to stop speaking. Okay? We go through this all the time. No I didn't give you the chain. My name is Dexter and I don't know anything about you other than knowing how well you can please a man. Do you understand me?"

Toryn nodded her head. "Good. So I'm going to let go of your neck. Your going to get on your knees and suck the kids out of me. Then your going to get on all fours while I fuck you. I paid eight grand for you so you better make it worth it."

Dexter roughly let go of her throat and the light in her eyes went out like a blown fuse. She should have known better than to think someone would ever come for her. Would ever look for her here. She had nobody. This was her life and it always would be. Toryn dropped to her knees as Dexter unbuckled his pants.

Toryn stared up at him with dead eyes, eye contact usually made them orgasm quicker. The good thing about having a memory so bad is that he probably thought this would break her...but by the end of the week, she wouldn't even remember she was ever in this room.

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BRAELYN SMILED, CLICKING the stopwatch in her hand. "Okay! Times up!"

A few seconds went by and nothing happened, making Braelyn's coworker Miguel come forward and clap his hands together. The sound of his massive hands made a powerful vibration that caught the attention of every child in the room. "Okay guys, you heard Mrs. Maxwell say times up. So pencils down." He demanded in a light tone.

All of the kids stopped writing and put their pencils down. Braelyn and Miguel began going around the class to collect test papers. The children had been learning about the bible and Noah's ark all week and now she had given them a test on it. Braelyn had over thirty kids in her class but she was one of the Sunday school teachers who could work good with big groups.

Miguel was a Sunday school teacher as well. His classroom was right next door, but for some reason all but five kids showed up to school today, so he asked Braelyn if they could just merge the five kids with Braelyn's class for the day and co-teach. Braelyn okayed it since they were both teaching the same thing anyway, so nothing was mixed up.

Miguel was a Spanish man with Raven black hair and skin the color of milk. He often talked about how people mistaked him for being White when he was small and how much it annoyed him. He was twenty eight and kind of reminded Braelyn of those swanky Manhattan men. He always had slacks on, with long sleeve dress shirts or t-shirts—depending on the weather, along with a tie and a different pair of suspenders everyday. He had these big black square Burberry glasses but they looked nice on him, they were more stylish if anything.

Miguel was a handsome man but not that tall at only five foot six. His brown eyes and nice smile made up for it though. Braelyn also noticed that Miguel seemed to like her. She couldn't tell at first and thought it was just her, but even once when Takashi came to pick her up from work he had watched Miguel and Braelyn talking and even told her he felt Miguel had a crush on her. Takashi even teased her about it, calling Miguel her 'boyfriend' sometimes which she didn't like.

Miguel was very sweet and nice, even when work was finished and they chatted it up a little, he gave her a comfortable amount of space physically, his topic of conversation was never out of line and he was a genuinely nice person like most of them were, working as Sunday school teachers. However, Braelyn knew he liked her because sometimes he would come next door to ask her something she knew he knew, or she would catch him staring sometimes and on lunch breaks he always took a seat next to her and spoke to her when there were three other female teachers in the building who were all young and pretty with great personalities.

Once all the papers were collected, Braelyn neatly stacked them up and rested them on her desk. Dressed in a long blue floral dress, her hair in a perfectly neat bun, her black flats and rosary necklace on display, she looked like the poster model for a holy woman. Braelyn smiled and clapped her hands together. "Okay you guys, I will see—"

Bing! Bing! Bing!

The huge bell built on the roof on the building started to go off, signaling it was now three o' clock and Sunday school was over for the day. Braelyn smiled as parents started to file in the room. She looked around and spotted Takashi standing in the back of her class in his suit with his hands in his pockets. She smiled at him and waved and he winked back.