After some good hours of catching up with Bentley, I took a bath in my new luxurious bathroom, before getting ready. I read in the contract I should wear a black shirt, black pants and a white tie, according to Invicta's dress code.
There was a lot in the contract. It was so much, I didn't read it all. I know that's stupid but I didn't really have much other choise then be here. I fucked up and I really didn't wanna go to jail. And I had my best friend here.
I buttoned my shirt up and styled my hair. My hands trembled from nervousness.
Tonight will be my first night. The gladiators were fighting at this very moment and the winners of the day get to choose a prize later. I and the other rewarders will be lined up like meat for sale and the best winner of the day can pick his prize first. Then the runner up and so on.
I wondered how it'll make me feel. Will I be relieved if nobody picks me or will I be offended they aren't interested in me and disappointed I wouldn't make money?
I wasn't sure what I wanted. To sleep alone tonight or not...
Bentley told me the number one Gladiator was a guy who's name is "Spartacus". Apparently, he was invincible. He always picked the same rewarder, though. A girl called Mercedes.
According to Bentley, Mercedes was "The Queen" of all Rewarders. Every Gladiator wanted her but they never got her because Spartacus always won and always picked her first.
Right when I straightened my tie, a knock on the door came.
"It's open," I answered.
My friend popped his head inside. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah." I tried to sound as normal as possible, but I was very nervous.
"Let's go then."
I checked myself in the mirror really quick and took a big inhale, filling my lungs with air before I exhaled again.
I could do this.
"You're fucking nervous aren't you?" Bentley asked while we stood in the elevator, going down.
It felt like it took ages. How far down will we go? I felt hot already and it seemed like it only got hotter.
"I am. I'm so fucking nervous! What if some asshole picks me? And what if he demands all this crazy shit? I mean, you know I'm not averse to having a good cock in my mouth but...gosh...! What if the guy wants all these weird things?! What if he's gross?" I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "What is he'll hurt me?! I mean they can't inflict any kind of pain that leaves a mark, like biting or cutting. But one can hurt someone without leaving any form of evidence on the body--"
"Jesus, breathe!" Bentley yelled as he grabbed and shook my shoulders. "Gosh, it's mostly just fucking or even talking to the guy. Playing a game, having a fun day together. Even holding him while he cries about his ex, he's still not over with. They aren't all nutjobs. I just wanted you to know that some can be, so you'll be prepared, but most guys are just normal guys. Fuck, now I regret what I said to you earlier..."
He looked at me with his large dark green eyes and I could tell he told me the truth.
"Really, they're mostly just normal?" I asked to be sure.
"Yeah... It's mostly just a nice cock in your mouth I know that you love so much. Ok?" he said with a gentle voice patting my shoulders.
I took a big breath and tried to relax my body. "Ok, ok...yes."
The elevator stopped and Bentley was just done with fixing my hair while the doors slid open.
We had to walk through a hallway before entering a room.
Inside were more people, men dressed like me and Bentley in all black with a white tie, and women dressed in long tight black dresses.
It seemed like the Gladiators got a variety of flavors to choose from. From a chubby big breasted black beauty to a slim pale redhead to Asian petite twins (wait... do they come as a pair?) to a big muscled tattooed guy who looked like a Gladiator himself.
One thing was for sure, they were all so beautiful, they could be models. One girl was so gorgeous she stood out from the rest. That must be Mercedes. Her black hair was long and flowing like a waterfall over her back till it reached her hips. She had legs for days and a tiny waist with curves in all the right places.
"So when it's ten o'clock, which is in a few minutes, we'll line up and the winners will come to collect their Rewarder. Mostly about five winners will come."
I quickly counted and there were nine rewarders (or ten, I don't know if the Asians stayed together), so the chance I would get picked was at least fifty percent.
It made me nervous.
"Hey, you must be the new guy," a hot tanned guy asked me, I think he was Indian, if I had to guess. "I'm Mahindra."
I shook his hand. "I'm...Tesla." It still felt so weird to say. "And yeah, it is my first day."
"Ok, cool. Well, good luck to--"
"Get ready, zey are coming," said a voice, cutting Mahindra off. I recognized it as Madame Germelda's before I could see her coming.
Her high heels clicked on the floor as she walked towards us and stopped before me to yank at my arm. "Schtand here," she ordered, putting me between Mahindra and buffed guy. I didn't know his name yet, so for now, he'll be buffed guy.
"Zis vill be your place in line from now on, ok? Remember zat for next time," Gremelda sternly said to which I nodded and replied to her that I understood.
A minute later, the doors swung open and half a dozen broad men entered the room, the dirt of the arena still on their muscled bodies.
Oh, fuck! It was time.
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