47. Emiliana

Weirdo aka Cecilio only wanted to say hi and take our photo. He let us go after that. It's the strangest kidnapping I've ever heard of but I'm not complaining. He even had his guys drive us to Climax. I can't figure him out nor do I have the time to do that. When we get to the Club, Sergio, and Eugenio are waiting for us out front. Most women in the line are trying their hardest to get the guy's attention but they don't even spare them a glance. Which is unlike them. Either they've changed or they were just worried because we took too long to arrive.

"What took you guys so long?" Sergio asks, his eyes snagging on our outfits. We may or may not have picked the sluttiest dresses we could find. Elena's is a one-shoulder with a cut out across her cleavage. I'm in a little sparkly spaghetti dress that just falls over my hips. The one thing we have in common is that our boobs are almost spilling out. My father would never let us leave the house like this. But I'm done