The two girls stepped through the doors into a large, wood-panelled room containing around forty to fifty people. Sherine felt her legs shaking with fear, fear which grew as heads turned towards them, looked them up and down and smiled.
“Go! Do your job!” the waiter commanded from beside them. Brandy felt a hand in the small of her back that pushed her into the room. “And smile!” the waiter hissed loudly after them.
With fake smiles fixed on their faces, the two young, naked women walked into the crowd.
“I’m going to kill Teri and Nicole next time I see them,” Brandy said to Sherine out of the side of her mouth.
“Yeah. They totally knew what was going to happen and didn’t say anything. No wonder they didn’t want to do it!”
As they walked slowly around the room the guests took glasses and canapés from them. Everyone was wearing designer outfits, either smart casual or sophisticated evening wear, and it was obvious there was a lot of money in the room.
“Do you reckon rich peoples parties are always like this, Brandy?” Sherine asked her friend. “Maybe they all have naked waitresses and we’ve never found out about it before?”