Chapter 1 the search for sarah

Jill and Ian walked nervously through the front door of Curves, immediately taken aback by the loud music that pumped throughout the dimly lit establishment. It was the first time either of them had set foot in a strip club.

For the past few days, Jill had been searching for her older sister, Sarah. The search had begun when she received an invitation to video chat with Sarah, only to wind up finding a fat, disoriented girl on the other webcam. Though the girl claimed to be her sister, Jill hadn't believed her and disconnected the webcam. At first she thought it was a prank, but when subsequent calls to her sister's cell phone went unanswered, she began to worry. It was unlike Sarah to just disappear like that without telling anybody. It was then that Jill turned to Ian, a computer whiz and her best friend for as long as she could remember. He told her all kinds of computer mumbo jumbo, but the gist of it was that he had managed to trace what was supposed to be untraceable and determine the source of the chat invite. When further research revealed that the location was a strip club, Jill grew worried that her sister may have fallen in with a bad crowd. She didn't for a minute believe that the fat girl on the webcam had really been Sarah, but with no other leads, she decided to look into it, even if it was a long shot. Thankfully, Ian had volunteered to go with her.

Almost immediately after they had wandered through the doors they were approached by a sexy hostess in a slinky black dress. She looked to be in her early 30's and had the thin-but-curvy body of world class model.

"Welcome to Curves," she said in some kind of European accent. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Um, actually, we're looking for Sarah?" Jill said nervously. It was a shot in the dark considering her sister might not even be there.

"Ah, yes," the woman said with a smile. "Right this way."

Jill's eyes lit up and she shared a smile with Ian as the hostess led them through the crowded club towards the back. As they followed her lead, they took in the sights and sounds of the room. Near the bar, a chubby girl in a bikini flirted with a man in a suit. The half-naked girl dancing on the stage, exposing her body to the group of ogling men, looked kind of, well, fat. In the corner, another chubby girl was grinding on a guy in a booth as he stuffed dollar bills into her bra. In fact, every girl in sight was somewhere between chubby and outright fat. Jill shot a confused look to Ian, who could only shrug in reply. What was up with this place?

Jill considered herself a conservative girl, and grew increasingly uncomfortable as they made their way deeper into the club. She wondered what Ian must have thought about all of this. The two had been best friends since they were babies, and Jill knew better than anyone just how uncomfortable he was around women. Despite being a great guy, he was still a virgin, and hadn't so much as had a girlfriend in his life. In fact, it was weird to think of Ian and sex in the same sentence. Just his luck, she thought; he finally goes to a strip club and there's nothing but fat girls.

The hostess lead them through a door in the back, into a large, warm room filled with soft pillows and big, lush couches spread throughout. The loud, pulsing music from the club was reduced to a soft hum behind the door. Jill's eyes dart around, looking for her sister. There were a dozen or so nude women lounging around, most of them touching themselves as numerous low moans rang out. The girls ranged in size from chubby to fat. They didn't even seem to notice the three people who just walked in until the hostess spoke up.

"Ladies," she called out, getting their attention. "We have guests."

The girls stopped their activities and formed a line in front of Jill and Ian, standing side-by-side as if they were in a police lineup. They were still not paying attention, really, and most had returned to feeling themselves up as they stood there. Jill and Ian both wore bright red faces at this point, and were clearly uncomfortable as they scanned the girls. There was a plump red head, a bloated Latina and a thick-thighed black girl among the group, but nobody familiar. Then the hostess grabbed a short, pudgy Asian girl's wrist and pulled her forward.

"Here she is," the hostess said with a smile. "Sarah." The girl was clearly not Jill's sister.

"Um, actually that's not the Sarah I meant," Jill said nervously.

"Yeah, Sarah's not, um, Asian," Ian added.

The hostess looked confused. "Oh, well there are no other girls by that name here..." Before she could continue, a voice called out from across the room.

"Marlena, my dear," the man began, sharing a smile with the hostess. "I can take it from here."

As the hostess nodded and turned to leave, Jill looked over to see the as-yet-unnoticed man standing alone. Upon hearing his voice, the girls in the lineup immediately snapped into focus and tried to contain their excitement.

"Hi," Ian said, extending his hand.

"Hello, miss," the man said as he approached Jill, totally ignoring Ian. "My name is Vincent. I understand you are looking for Sarah?"

"Um, yeah," Jill stammered. She felt so flustered around this man. "I'm her sister, Jill."

The girls in the lineup called out to Vincent, trying to get his attention, but he ignored them and continued to stare into Jill's eyes. He smiled warmly at the nervous girl.

"Come with me," he said, before turning to the nude women in the line-up. "You are going to treat the clients well when they arrive, aren't you?"

"Yes, Vincent," they all cooed in unison. They all clearly adored him.

Vincent then led Jill and Ian through a side door out of the back room and into a stairwell. As they climbed the stairs, Vincent looked over Jill's body.

"You would do quite well working here," he said.

Jill ignored the comment. Surely he was joking; her thin frame would've stuck out like a sore thumb amongst those thick girl. When they reached the top of the stairs, they were led through a door and into a long hallway with many doors on either side. There was loud moaning coming from one of the rooms.

"The twins are at work," Vincent said, hinting at the source of the noise. "Don't worry, all of our girls have been given various sterilizations so as not to contract disease or get pregnant. It's good for them and adds to the customers' pleasure."

Jill shuttered at the thought of what was happening behind that door. Paying for sex or, worse yet, having sex for money seemed so disgusting to her.

"I must warn you that Sarah has chosen a new path for herself," Vincent said as he made his way towards one of the doors on the other side of the hall. "What you saw in that video chat should have been proof enough of that."

Jill didn't believe for a second that it had indeed been her sister on that webcam. Nobody could possibly gain that much weight in only a few days, especially a picky eater like Sarah who was always way too wrapped up in her appearance. Vincent opened the door and showed them inside.

"Sarah?" Jill called out as she and Ian entered the small room. There was indeed a woman on the bed, but again it was not her sister.

"Vincent!" the girl screamed, springing up off the bed and running to the man. She was a Hispanic woman with long black hair who looked to be in her mid-20's. Though she was slightly chubby, she wasn't nearly as big as the other girls downstairs, weighing maybe 135 pounds or so. Vincent introduced her as Nina before moving to the small bar in the corner of the room. When he turned back to his three guests, he offered them drinks.

"Can I please speak to Sarah?" Jill asked as she sipped on the beverage, growing more frustrated by the minute.

"In time," Vincent said cryptically. He then abruptly walked out the door without saying another word.

"Are you kidding me?" Jill scoffed, moving to the door only to find it locked. She banged on the door for a moment to no avail.

"Who is this guy?" Ian asked Nina, who sat beside him on the bed.

"He's so dreamy, right?" Nina giggled, finishing her drink. "I met him last night and he brought me back here. He's such a great listener. Do you think he likes me?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Ian said, drinking up.

Jill finally gave up banging on the door and turned back to the two on the bed. As she took a final drink from her glass, she noticed that Nina's clothes were clearly too tight for her. She then began to feel light-headed. She stumbled towards Ian and watched as both he and Nina passed out back onto the bed. Jill herself fell to the floor as everything faded to black.