CHAPTER 6
THREE DAYS LATER I stood sweating in a dingy basement, and the ferrety man in front of me leaned forward in his seat.
“Come on, let’s see ‘em.”
I reached for the bottom of my T-shirt. Could I do this? If I felt this scared undressing in front of one man, how would I parade around a club full of them?
His eyes raked up and down my body as I hesitated. “I haven’t got all day.”
I peeled my top off and dropped it on the chair next to me. Cool air washed over my skin. Goosebumps popped up, and my n*****s hardened involuntarily.
“And the bra.”
I closed my eyes, forcing down the bile that rose in my throat, and reached for the clasp. Then the phone in my purse vibrated, and the tinny sound of Lakmé’s “Flower Duet” filled the room. Who was it?
“Can I take this?” I asked.
“Hurry
