4 Girl Auditions Day 1

I’m bringing in four new girls to see who’s worth keeping. Vanity, Meow, Brat, and O all line up, stripped bare and hungry for the chance at a real collar. I ask the questions I already know the answers to, make them repeat filthy pledges, slap their thighs when they stumble. They’re made to kneel, spread, and offer every hole like objects on display. One slips and gets her face shoved to the floor; another winces when a plug is shoved in dry and she’s told to hold it while she answers. I watch how each one takes it, how quick she folds, how wet she gets when the sting lands. By the end of the first day the ones still standing are shaking, marked, and aching for more. Only one will earn the next round, and right now they all know it.