Chapter 13: The Audition Gone Wrong
The hangar door rolled open with a hydraulic hiss, and Casey stepped into the fluorescent light of the crew locker room. She was a walking slice of apple pie, 21 years old and built like her high school yearbook photo had come to life. A red sundress, cheap cotton stretched taut over a rack that would make a surgeon weep, hugged a waist that looked carved. Her hair, copper and glossy, fell in waves past her shoulders. The dress ended mid-thigh and swayed with each step, revealing a pair of legs that went on forever, smooth and deeply tanned, with the sort of health only a dairy farm and a pageant coach could produce. Her smile was wide and dimpled, the kind that had won her Miss Douglas County, and she clutched a manila folder to her chest like gospel. Skyler tilted her head, cataloging the girl's hips, the slight bounce of her tits under that thin cotton, the blush rising up her neck. She wanted to laugh. The girl thought this was a modeling career. Skyler wanted to bend her over the bench and eat her from behind right there.
'Miss Vance?' the girl asked, those big hazel eyes blinking. 'I can't believe I got the call. My friend told me the client list includes royalty.'
Skyler let the silence hang.
Skyler let the silence stretch another beat, letting the girl squirm. Then she smiled, all teeth and warmth, the kind of smile that had walked her own pageant circuit years ago and learned exactly how to weaponize it. 'You'll do,' she said. 'You're exactly the type the clients want.'
Casey's shoulders dropped with relief. She hugged the folder tighter against her chest, pressing those tits up through the sundress's neckline. 'Oh my God, thank you. I was so nervous. I've never done anything like this before.'
'That's the point.'
Skyler walked a slow circle around her, boots clicking on the concrete. Casey turned to keep facing her, that pageant smile fixed in place, a funny little nervous laugh escaping her. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries, some drugstore body spray she probably thought was sophisticated. Skyler wanted to lick her.
'Stand still,' Skyler said. 'Let me look at you.'
Casey obeyed, tilting her chin up, arms hanging loose. The sundress was a size too small, the cotton stretched white at the seams over her hips. Skyler could see the faint outline of her underwear, white cotton, same thing she'd have worn to a church picnic. Sweet and stupid and absolutely fucking perfect.
'You said on the phone you're 21,' Skyler said.
'Twenty-one in June.' Casey's mouth curved into a coy little pout. 'My friend Amber said you guys need girls who are young and fresh. She said the pay is insane.'
'She was right.'
Skyler stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off the girl's bare arms. Casey's breath hitched, and Skyler watched her pupils dilate, watched the way her lips parted just a fraction. The girl wasn't shy. Not at all. That was the thing with these pageant girls, they knew their appeal and they knew how to work it, they just didn't know what they were working for.
'Can I ask you a question?' Casey's voice dropped, honeyed and shy.
'Go ahead.'
'Do you like them?' Casey gestured at her own chest, a small knowing shrug under those straps. 'I mean, the clients. Do they like girls like me?'
Skyler laughed, low in her throat. 'They'll eat you alive.'
Casey took that as a compliment. She preened, running a hand through that glossy copper hair, tilting her hip so the dress hem rode up higher, showing the deep tan line of her inner thigh. 'I did some research. Some of the girls, they get, like, modelling contracts with these clients. They become keepers. Is that true?'
'It can be.'
'What would you do to me, if I asked?'
That stopped Skyler cold. She looked at the girl, at the challenge in those hazel eyes, at the flush creeping down her throat to her collarbones. Casey stepped forward, closing the gap to arm's length, and Skyler could smell her shampoo now, something floral and innocent. The girl's hands came up, hovering at Skyler's hips, asking permission.
'I've never been with a woman,' Casey whispered. 'But I want to know what it's like. Amber said... she said you're the one to ask. That you'd know how to, you know. Teach me.'
Skyler felt the heat rise through her own body, sudden and hungry. She looked down at the girl's red head, at those soft lips, and she could picture it clear as day. Bending this little corn-fed princess over the bench, ripping those white cotton panties down to her knees, spreading her cheeks and burying her face in that clean tanned ass, eating her cunt until she screamed.
'You want me to teach you?' Skyler said.
Casey nodded, biting her bottom lip. 'Yes, miss.'
Skyler's hand moved before she thought about it. She grabbed a fistful of that sundress at the waist and pulled the girl against her, body to body, feeling the soft give of Casey's tits against her own through the uniform. Casey gasped and then melted, her mouth falling open as Skyler's other hand came up to cup her breast through the cotton, thumb finding the nipple, rolling it through the fabric.
Casey moaned, a soft breathy little sound, and arched into the touch.
'God, you're a natural,' Skyler breathed.
The door behind them opened with a heavy click. 'Miss Vance.'
Skyler dropped her hands instantly and turned. Viktor Kozlov stood in the locker room doorway, filling it with his bulk, his scarred face impassive in the fluorescent light. His eyes slid past Skyler to the girl behind her, and something moved in them, quick and possessive.
The gold tooth glinted as he spoke. 'This is the new one?'
'Casey,' Skyler said. 'Just arrived. Twenty-one, clean, references checked.'
Viktor stepped into the room. Casey looked up at him, that pageant smile flickering uncertainly, her hand going to the strap of her dress. She had no idea what she was looking at. She saw a man in a suit, scarred maybe, but she'd grown up on church picnics and county fairs, and she had no translation for his dead gaze, the way he moved through the space like a blade through paper.
'I'll test her,' Viktor said. 'Come.'
Casey looked at Skyler, uncertain now. 'What does he mean, test?'
Skyler felt a cold stillness settle in her chest. But she smiled, reassuring, the way she'd smiled at Zsofia and Boglarka in this very room. 'It's part of the interview, sweetheart. Viktor is very thorough. He wants to make sure you're... right for the clients.'
Casey swallowed. 'Like, a physical?'
'Exactly like a physical.' Skyler put her hand on the girl's back, guiding her toward Viktor. 'You'll be fine. Just do what he says and you'll get the job. I'll be right outside. He'll be gentle.'
It was a lie, and she knew it as it left her mouth. Viktor didn't do gentle. She watched him take Casey's arm and lead her through the steel door into the corridor beyond, watched the girl's copper hair disappear around the corner, and she felt a pulse of excitement race through her blood.
She went to her locker and pulled out her phone, tapping through the security app until the live feed of Viktor's office bloomed onto the screen.
The office was dark wood and leather, a heavy desk imported from somewhere cold, a wet bar in the corner. Viktor closed the door behind Casey and stood looking at her. She was clutching her manila folder again, holding it against her chest like a shield, her smile gone now.
'I, um. I brought my portfolio.'
Viktor was silent. He moved to the desk, unbuttoning his suit jacket, and laid it over the back of the chair. Casey watched him with wide eyes. Her voice came tinny and small through the phone speaker.
'What kind of test is this?'
Viktor unbuckled his belt. The sound carried sharp through the feed. 'Take off your dress,' he said.
Casey's face went through a sequence of expressions, surprise, uncertainty, a flicker of alarm. I thought this was about modelling. Amber said—'
'Your friend Amber made good money here,' Viktor said, pulling his shirt out of his trousers. 'She did what she was told. You will do the same. Take. Off. The dress.'
On the screen, Casey stood frozen. Skyler watched her, beloved the hesitation, the calculation going on behind that pretty face. The girl was weighing it, thinking about the pay, about the huge apartment she wanted in Kansas City, about the way her mother would look at her if she came home with nothing. She was poor and hungry and beautiful, and Viktor was a wall of scarred muscle.
Casey reached behind her back and unzipped her own dress.
Skyler felt her cunt pulse with wet heat as she watched. The sundress fell from Casey's shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stood naked in the dark office, everything on display, those full tits with their pale pink nipples, the tan lines marking where her bikini had been, the innocent darkness of her cunt hair, neatly trimmed into a little strip. A pageant girl from Kansas, perfect in every way, naked in an arms dealer's office.
Viktor walked around her slowly. Skyler could hear his boots on the board, watched Casey's body quiver as he circled. He stopped behind her and placed both hands on her ass, squeezing hard, spreading her cheeks.
'Pretty cunt,' he said. 'Men will pay well for this.'
Casey's voice wavered. 'Thank you?'
Viktor's hands moved down, and his thumb pushed between her legs from behind, pressing up into the wet slit that was already beginning to glisten. Casey gasped in shock and lurched forward.
'Wait, wait. I don't know if I'm ready for—'
Viktor grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. 'You don't get to decide,' he said. 'Bend over the desk.'
On the screen, Skyler watched Casey hesitate. She watched the taut line of the girl's throat as she swallowed, watched the trembling way her hands found the edge of the desk. Viktor pushed her down, forcing her upper body flat against the dark wood, her round ass thrust up toward him. Her legs spread automatically, and Viktor shoved his knee between them.
'Please.' Casey's voice cracked. 'I've never... I've never done it this way. Maybe we could do it like a date first?'
Viktor laughed, a low sound like stones grinding. He unbuckled his belt fully, unzipped his trousers, and Skyler watched his thick cock spring free, already hard and leaking, ugly as a weapon. He spit on his palm and slicked it, then gripped Casey's hip with one hand.
'No dates,' he said. 'Pay is better this way.'
He slammed into her in a single thrust. Casey's scream burst through the phone speaker, sharp and pained. Skyler watched her fingers scrabble across the desk, watched the way her body jolted with each brutal thrust of Viktor's hips, his cock driving into that innocent cunt over and over, the skin of his thighs slapping against her tanlined ass.
'You're so tight, little pig,' Viktor said. 'You're going to take it.'
'I can't,' Casey sobbed. 'Please, it hurts, please, I didn't know—'
Viktor cuffed the back of her head, hard enough to crack her forehead against the wood. 'Shut up and take it. You'll learn to love it.'
Skyler watched, phone warm in her hand, and felt her own body respond, a slow heat spreading through her thighs. She watched Viktor's balls slap against Casey's swollen folds, watched the girl's cunt stretch and redden around his girth, watched the tears streaming down Casey's cheeks as her body learned what she was there for.
Her fingers moved on their own, finding the button of her uniform skirt. She was already wet, soaked through the thin fabric of her panties, and she pushed them aside without bothering to take them off. She leaned back against the lockers, phone propped on a shelf, and slid two fingers into herself.
On the screen, Viktor was still hammering into the girl. Casey's ass bounced with each thrust, reddening where his hips slapped against her. Her cries had turned into a steady sobbing rhythm, broken by grunts and hiccups of pain.
"There you go," Viktor grunted. "That's it. That's what you're for. You think you're here to model? To smile for cameras?" He slammed deeper, making her whole body lurch across the desk. "You're here to be fucked. That's all. A hole for rich men to empty themselves into."
Casey's voice came broken through the speaker. "Please. Please, I can't."
"You can." He grabbed a fistful of copper hair and yanked her head back, forcing her spine to arch. "You will. You'll learn to love it, just like the others. You'll learn that your cunt is worth more than your face. That your ass is worth more than your smile."
Skyler watched Casey's face contort on the screen. The pageant smile was long gone, replaced by a mask of pain and disbelief. Her mascara ran in dark rivers down her cheeks. Her lips were swollen from biting them.
Viktor pulled out almost all the way, then drove back in with a force that lifted Casey's feet off the floor. She screamed, a raw sound that had nothing left in it but shock.
"You feel that?" Viktor's voice was calm, conversational. "That's my cock in your virgin pussy. That's the moment your life changed. You're not a girl from Kansas anymore. You're merchandise. Flesh. A cunt on legs."
Skyler's fingers worked faster. She watched the way Viktor's thick cock stretched Casey's entrance, the pink flesh straining around his girth. She watched the way Casey's tight asshole clenched with each thrust, involuntary, helpless.
"Please," Casey sobbed. "I'll do anything. I'll leave. I won't tell anyone. Just stop."
"You'll do anything?" Viktor laughed. "You'll do everything. That's the point." He changed his angle, driving deeper, and Casey's scream turned into something else. Something closer to a moan.
Skyler saw it happen. Saw the moment the girl's body betrayed her. The way her hips began to push back, instinctive, hungry despite the tears. The way her cunt started to grip him instead of resisting.
"Oh, look at that," Viktor said. "She's a natural after all. Your body knows what it's for even if your head hasn't caught up yet."
Skyler watched Viktor reach around and grab Casey's breast, squeezing hard enough to make the girl cry out. He twisted her nipple between his fingers and Casey bucked against him, a sound caught between pleasure and pain.
"You like that?" Viktor said. "That's nothing. Wait until you have three men in you at once. That's what the high rollers pay for. I'm just the taste test."
Casey's sobs had quieted. Her body had stopped fighting and was moving with him now, a loose and boneless rhythm. Skyler could see it in the slack of her jaw, the way her eyes had gone unfocused. The girl had gone somewhere else, somewhere deep inside where the pain couldn't reach.
Skyler knew that place. She'd visited it herself after D-Money and Marcus. It was the place where you watched your own body being used like a puppet, where the strings were pulled by men who didn't care, and you floated above it all, disconnected and safe.
"That's it," Viktor grunted. "Take it. Take all of it. You're made for this."
He slammed into her with renewed violence, both hands gripping her hips, driving her face against the desk with each thrust. The wood shook. Casey made no sound now, just a small wheeze with every impact.
Skyler's orgasm built as she watched, her fingers buried in her own wet heat. She imagined being in that office. Imagined kneeling beside the desk, watching Viktor work the new girl over, maybe helping. Holding Casey's legs apart. Adding her fingers to Viktor's cock inside that innocent cunt.
She thought of the money. The wire transfer. The six figures and the bonus. The catalog opening Friday with a fresh crop of hungry girls, and this one, this corn-fed beauty with the copper hair, already broken in, already ready for the clients who paid extra for that look of shattered innocence.
Viktor's pace increased. His grunts grew shorter, sharper. He grabbed Casey's hips and pulled her back onto his cock with a force that made her breasts swing and slap against the wood.
"Take my cum," he growled. "Take it like a good little whore. It's your first paycheck."
Skyler watched his face contort on the screen, watched the scar pull and twist. He slammed deep and held, and she watched his cock pulse, watched Casey's cunt flood with his cum. It leaked out around him, running down the girl's thighs in thick white streams.
Viktor pulled out and stepped back, tucking himself away with practiced efficiency. Casey stayed bent over the desk, her body shaking, her face hidden in the dark wood. Her ass was covered in red handprints, her thighs slick with his release.
Skyler came hard against her fingers, biting her lip to keep quiet, her body shuddering against the lockers. She watched Casey slowly push herself upright, watched her fumble for her dress.
On the screen, Viktor was at the wet bar. He poured two glasses of whisky and set one on the desk beside Casey. She looked at it, then at him, her face blank and broken.
"Drink," he said. "Then get dressed. You start Friday."
Casey's hand trembled as she reached for the glass. She drank it in one swallow and coughed, tears still cutting clean lines through the mascara on her cheeks. She didn't ask where Friday was, or what it involved. She already knew.
Skyler shut the phone screen off and buttoned her skirt. She took a breath, smoothed her blonde hair back, and walked toward the office door. There was a check to write and a contract to sign and a fragile little girl who needed to be told exactly what her silence was worth.
The office smelled of whisky and cum. Casey stood by the desk, her dress clutched to her chest like a shield, her bare legs still trembling. She hadn't put it on yet. Her eyes were red and vacant, tracking Skyler's movements without focus.
Viktor was buttoning his shirt at the wet bar. He didn't look up. "Handle her. Catalog goes live Friday."
He left without another word. The door clicked shut and the office went quiet except for Casey's ragged breathing and the hum of the vents.
Skyler walked toward the desk. She stepped around it and pulled a thick envelope from the inner pocket of her blazer. She set it on the polished wood, next to the empty whisky glass.
"Ten grand," Skyler said. "Signing bonus. Cash."
Casey stared at the envelope. Her lower lip trembled. "I don't want your money."
"Sure you do." Skyler's voice was gentle, almost kind. The voice she'd used at pageant consultations, the voice that had walked Zsofia and Boglarka to their deaths. "You came here for a job. You got one."
"I came here to model."
Skyler laughed. It came out soft, pitying. "Sweetheart. Your tits were the job. You just didn't know it yet."
Casey made a small sound. She finally let the dress fall from her chest and stood naked, shivering, her arms crossed over her breasts. Her thighs were slick with Viktor's cum. It had dried in white tracks down her tan lines.
"Let me go," she whispered. "Please. I won't tell anyone. I swear."
Skyler walked around the desk and sat on the edge of it. She reached out, taking Casey's chin in her hand, tilting the girl's face up. The hazel eyes were swollen with crying, but there was something already in them. A spark of something that wasn't quite broken yet. Skyler had seen that spark before. In Zsofia, maybe. In herself, a lifetime ago.
"Where are you from, Casey?"
"Topeka."
"Topeka. What's waiting for you there?"
Casey blinked at her. "My mom. My job at the diner. A lot of debt."
"That right?"
Casey nodded. Her voice cracked. "I owe twenty grand. My car is repossesed. I live in my mom's basement."
Skyler let her chin go and gestured at the room. "And here you are. Naked in an office with money on the table, and I'm offering you the one thing in this world that's actually worth something."
"What?"
"Control." Skyler let the word hang. "You think I started in this office? I was a pageant girl too. I got on a plane thinking it was a modelling gig. And I got used so hard I stopped feeling anything at all."
Casey stared at her. The tears had stopped.
"But I learned," Skyler said. "I learned whose hands to put myself in and what to take from it. You got the taste test today. It was rough because Viktor is rough. But the men who fly on these jets? They pay six figures for a night with a girl who looks like you. And you get a cut."
"I don't want—"
"You do want. You want money. You want out of your mom's basement." Skyler reached out and brushed a strand of copper hair behind Casey's ear. The touch was gentle, almost maternal. "And I'll tell you a secret. It gets easier. You get numb, and then you get strong. And then you get rich."
Casey's voice was barely a whisper. "What if I say no?"
Skyler shrugged. "You walk out the hangar and go back to Topeka. Nothing happens to you. I'm not going to hurt you."
Casey looked at her. For a long moment, Skyler saw the calculation behind the girl's eyes. The weighing of options. The hunger underneath the terror.
"I don't have anything else," Casey said. "Is that what you want to hear?"
It was. Skyler watched the last resistance crumble. She saw the moment Casey chose. It wasn't a surrender. It was an agreement. A purchase.
"I want you to know what you're signing," Skyler said. "You'll fly with clients. Some of them are rough. Some of them are gentle. Some of them want to film. You'll do what they say, and you'll smile, and you'll be paid well for it. You don't get to pick the clients. I pick them for you. And I'll tell you who to be afraid of."
"Like him?" Casey's eyes drifted toward the door Viktor had left through.
"Like him. But he's not the worst one." Skyler leaned forward. "You earn more when you play along. You earn less when you fight. It's a simple relationship."
Casey's hand moved to the envelope. Her fingers trembled over the paper before she picked it up. She didn't open it. She just held it.
"I need to shower," she said. Her voice was hollow.
"There's a shower in the locker room." Skyler stood. "Your uniform will be ready Monday. And Casey?"
The girl looked at her.
"Welcome to the catalog."
Casey walked out of the office without another word. Skyler watched her go, watched the copper hair vanish around the corner, and felt a cold satisfaction settle in her chest. The girl would be back. They always came back. The ones who walked proved themselves worthless; the ones who stayed proved themselves broken. Either way, the catalog filled.
She picked up the empty whisky glass and poured herself a drink. She drank it slowly, alone in Viktor's office, and thought about Friday. The catalog would open with a new name at the top of the list. Casey. 21. Redhead. Kansas. No limits yet.
Skyler smiled into the glass. The girl had no idea what she'd agreed to.