The man in the suit was speaking to them both, "I want you to lie down in front of the window. People will be filing past, and that will give them the best view."
"What exactly do you want us to do?" asked Callie, the shorter of the two, and younger by a few years. Her short curly hair, matched the short curly hair between her legs, which the man was looking at now. She followed his gaze and looked down. "Do you want me to shave it?"
"No. It's fine. Everyone has their preferences, and I'm sure someone will like to see what you've got there. Besides, there's no time."
Emily, who was already shaved hairless as a babe, looked at Callie, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. It's easy money. And you'll be here with me. I'll be fine." Callie looked away.
The man in the suit continued with his brief instructions, "The crowd will begin filtering in around 10. They'll wander past, gaze in...but some will linger, so try to change it up a bit - don't always do the same thing. Don't ever forget you have an audience, and making them happy is what I'm paying you for."
"Simple enough," Callie mumbled, and glanced away. She was obviously afraid, and ashamed.
The man left them alone in the room. They had thirty minutes to prepare for the "show." Emily put her arm around Callie's bare shoulders, "Are you really sure? We can find other ways to pay the rent."
"No. I mean, yes...I'm sure. And no...this is easiest. And no one's sticking their cock in me. I'm safe here."
"You're always safe with me, Callie."
"I know. I just wish we didn't have to work so hard to make it."
"It won't always be this way, Cal. It won't."
Callie looked up into Emily's amber eyes. Emily always tried to keep her up, but Callie hovered just above rock-bottom no matter what Emily did.
"Just keep your eyes on me, Cal."
"Okay."
Callie took her place on the bed, her head just below the dark window. Emily lay beside her, resting her hand supportively on Callie's muscled thigh. It was tense, and Callie's face was cemented into a frown.
"You should smile, Callie. Our tips rely on how happy we make our audience."
"I know," she whispered. "What am I supposed to do? Just fuck myself?"
"Just take your time, Cal. These guys just want to see you enjoy yourself."
"That's rich, Emily. You know that ain't gonna happen."
"You could try, Callie. Just close your eyes."