Authors: Izzy Mason
The Position (11 page)
“Put your clothes on, madre,” Beba’s disdainful voice piped in from the kiosk.
Madison quickly pulled on her clothes right over the uncomfortable thong, desperate to be covered again. Just as she was pulling on her shirt, the short man returned.
“Simon said you looked good. Come at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon. You’ll need at least three dresses. Elegant. Nothing trashy. Be ready to go onto the floor by two thirty.
He turned and bustled toward the door, then remembered something and stopped.
“Oh,” he called across the room. “And he said you need to shave.”
There were titters from the woman and the makeup guy, and Madison went scarlet.
“Do you have a bag?” Beba asked, stepping out of her kiosk with a small black purse dangling from her hand. “One hundred fifty pesos for this.”
“A bag?” Madison asked, dazed.
Beba rolled her eyes. “For the plata, madre,” she said. “For the money.”
