The pregnant bride went stiff as a board when she spotted the groom’s dad. She never saw that coming…

She turned around and realized that she was lying not in her usual bed in the dormitory, but somewhere in an unfamiliar place, and the naked girl sat up abruptly, which made her dizzy even more. God! Adriana pressed her hands to her temple and looked at the luxurious bedroom, more like an expensive hotel room huge king-sized bed, white, linens, blankets in disarray, and she herself completely naked. The girl saw her dress and panties on the carpet near the chair.

She looked for her cell phone and found it nearby on the nightstand. Adriana turned it on to check the time and saw a message about replenishing her bank card. On her account fell one thousand dollars, and then everything fell into place for her and the place of waking up and her condition and money.

The girl covered her face with her hands and cried. Her mind began to flash back to the night before. She had been so drunk at the banquet that it had not been difficult for her companion to take her to a hotel and take advantage of her inebriated state, and the money was for extra favors.

What had I done? Adriana was bitter and resentful. At twenty-one, she’d never dated anyone before. She’d been waiting for the one person she’d be ready to marry and spend her life with, and now it appeared that her innocence, which she had cherished for so long, had not only been lost with the first man she met, but also sold.

The student dining hall was as noisy as ever. What’s that? asked Betty, her friend when she saw the mashed potatoes and compote on the tray. The cheapest thing on the menu.

I’m broke again. I’m a week away from my scholarship, Adriana admitted. It’s inconvenient to ask my parents.

They already pay for my dormitory, stationery. They also send me clothes. I can see that, Betty snorted.

Looking at the gaudy outfit, the girl, jeans, t-shirt, cartoon prints of gray thick, under her appraising gaze, Adriana felt embarrassed, but she really couldn’t compare to the bright, beautiful Betty, who wore only the most fashionable branded clothes. To be honest, the girl always wondered where her friend got so much money from. Her parents were not that well off.

When asked about the source of her wealth, Betty usually answered evasively and smiled enigmatically. I was thinking of getting a part-time job, but I don’t know if I can combine it with my studies. The shifts are so inconvenient everywhere.

Where are you going to get a part-time job? Betty asked. Picked a vitamin salad. There’s a vacancy for a salesman in a bakery across the subway, but it requires a health book.

They’re also looking for an evening receptionist at a private dental clinic, but you have to work every day. It’s not very convenient. Betty looked at Adriana once more, sighed, and stood up as if deciding something for herself.

Forget about those part-time jobs. I have a better offer. The girl sat in front of the laptop in the kitchen, in a bikini apartment.

What did Adriana shriek in surprise? She doesn’t scream. That’s how you stall for help, Betty decided. Are you suggesting I work as a call girl? What’s a call girl? It’s an escort.

There’s a huge difference. You don’t have to do any of that with a client, unless you want to. For an extra fee, do you? Adriana opened her eyes, looked at her friend.

Betty rolled her eyes. What kind of prude are you? I’m not a prostitute. I just help rich people.

It’s nice to spend an evening in the company of a beautiful girl. They’ll take you to a fancy event or a restaurant. They feed you, entertain you, and pay you money.

It’s a dream job. I don’t believe it. Free cheese, as they say.

Girlfriend, I’ve been doing this for two years. I’ve never had a problem. It’s a trusted site.

They only let decent, wealthy men in. You have no idea how much the access fee is. Especially not for me.

Where are they gonna get the money for that fee? I can’t even buy a covlet in the student cafeteria. You’re an idiot. Only men pay.

It’s free for girls to post profiles. I don’t know. So do you have a decent picture of you in a dress and makeup? Betty ignored her friend’s hesitant remarks and motioned to her laptop, which had a screen on it.

A site for elite escort services. Probably from the reunion. Yep.

Found it. Let’s fill out the form now. Fifteen minutes later, Betty turned the laptop to her friend and threw herself on the back of a chair in satisfaction.

Adriana read the questionnaire her friend had filled out for her. But I don’t know Spanish perfectly. I can barely even speak English.

Nonsense. Betty waved her hand. How many people in Russia even know Spanish? At most, you’ll say some similar gibberish.

The main thing now is to make a confident expression on your face. Adriana looked at her friend with all her eyes. Today, Betty had opened up to her from a completely unexpected side.

I can’t do that. I mumbled to the girl. You won’t know until you try it.

Betty declared. I’m not sure anyone’s going to choose me. They’re all so pretty.

Adriana nodded at the pictures of the other girls in the dorm, all in sexy dresses. Everyone has their own tastes. You have a very pretty face.

You’ve got a nice figure. Some just like such inexperienced modestly went around constantly one silicone boobs and pumped up lips. Sooner or later, you’ll want something fresh.

For a couple of days, Adriana worried constantly remembering this questionnaire. What if someone she knew saw it? What would they think of her? But soon the credit week began, and the girl had other worries. So Betty’s call came as a surprise to Adriana.

Girlfriend, you’ve got a hit on your profile. The girl lowered her voice and straight to the receiver. A very rich man suggests you attend a charity auction on Friday night.

What Friday? Adriana was dumbfounded. This Friday, which is tomorrow. But I have a philosophy exam on Saturday morning.

Yes, I’m booked up for that exam. They offer so much money. You lie that you’re sick and arrange a retake.

I have to teach you everything. But I don’t even have the right clothes. And I don’t even know what they do at these auctions.

I don’t want to embarrass myself. Adriana, relax. I’ll pick out your clothes.

Don’t even worry about the rest. No one expects you to have a highly intellectual conversation. You just have to stand next to your man and smile.

Betty made it sound too easy. Adriana felt uneasy. She didn’t want to go to any auction.

She was intimidated by the prospect of talking to a strange grown man. But the need for money outweighed her concerns. Betty picked Adriana a long evening gown from her closet.

The dress was of a velvet, pleasant to the touch fabric, pulling off looking but with a modest boat neckline. You’re not going to a nightclub. She’s a charity event, Betty said, picking out matching accessories.

The girl took out a string of pearls and a pair of pearls from her jewelry box. Now all that’s left to do is pick out the shoes and purse. Good thing we’re practically the same size.

Why are you standing there? Get undressed. We still have time to do your hair and makeup. Adriana took off her clothes and folded them neatly on the chair.

What is this? Betty shrieked. Adriana looked down at herself and saw a slightly protruding tummy. Well, I’m sorry I don’t go to the gym three times a week.

That’s not what I meant. You’re going out in that underwear. What is it? Adriana took another look at herself.

She was wearing a simple bra and cotton panties. You’re offering a high-end service, which means everything has to be perfect, from the underwear to the tips of your fingernails. But you can’t see anything underneath the dress.

You don’t understand. If you’re wearing 100-cent underpants under an expensive dress, you’re gonna feel and act like a 100-cent underpants. Don’t you have a decent date night outfit? I’m not dating anyone.

Tell me you’re still a virgin. Betty grinned. Adriana didn’t say anything.

She blushed deeply. My friend looked at her and rolled her eyes. Somehow now, I feel like I’m sending a lamb into the wolf’s den by taking this embarrassment off.

I’ll give you another. I have some unprinted sets of them. Thank you, Betty.

What would I be without you? It’s not a gift. Compensates me for the cost of what I earned. Three o’clock later, Adriana was fully ready to go out in a dress with her hair put up in soft, large locks, with light evening makeup.

Betty’s closet was mostly high-heeled styletto shoes. But Adriana girl picked up a pair of silver loafers on a low heel. You’ll still be out of sorts, she explained.

Here, Betty handed her friend a silver purse and a small mink cloth. It would be chilly in the evening, and the purse would contain all the essentials. Wet wipes to freshen up for her mouth, some money, powder, and lipstick, in case you need to touch up your makeup, and condoms.

What are condoms for? Rounded eyes, Adriana. You told me. I did.

But just in case, we could use them as a rubber for money. Are you serious? Just kidding. Your jokes are weird.

I’m nervous enough as it is. Do you have any valerian? I got something better. Betty took an open bottle of Cognac out of the cabinet.

One drink, to celebrate your first night out. Adriana took the shot glass her friend held out and drank of folly mouth and stomach. It burned with fire.

The girl never drank such strong drinks, but now she was ready for anything, if it would help with the growing anxiety. Maybe cancel the whole thing. Better stay home and study for tomorrow’s exam.

How do you cancel? The client will be here in 10 minutes. You’re gonna get banned from that site. They’ll also lower my rating.

You came on my recommendation, didn’t you? I didn’t know they had rules like that. Well, now you do. Relax.

It won’t be a big deal. There’s a first time for everything. At least you get a chance to see how decent people live and have a decent meal at the same time.

Just don’t go for the food right away. Wait till everyone’s had a drink, relaxed. After that, they’ll pay less attention to you.

The phone rang. The client’s number popped up on the screen. He’s here.

Betty announced triumphantly. Let me take another look at you. The friend made the girl twirl.

Well, everything seems to be in order. Can you join my daughter? Adriana exhaled. She still wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing.

Go ahead. Pushed her Betty out of her apartment. A few hours of embarrassment and $1,000 in your pocket.

Adriana walked uncertainly out of the entryway, frantically clutching her purse and down the ribbon. Not far away was parked a white Audi, next to which stood a middle-aged man in a tuxedo. The girl approached the car.

Hello. Awkwardly, she said hello to Adriana. I’m Michael and your middle name.

The girl was embarrassed. Just Michael. That’s not polite.

Don’t make me feel like an old man next to such a charming young girl. The man laughed. You’re much prettier in person than in the photo.

He bent down and gallantly kissed Adriana’s hand. The girl winced at the compliment. This is not a good picture of me.

Michael opened the back door of the Audi for her and helped her get situated inside. Afterward, he walked around the car and sat next to her. The driver started the car and they drove off.

The man noticed that the girl looked a little tense and decided to dispel her doubt. Don’t worry. You look very good.

He said with a smile. I just haven’t been yet. Here, Adriana hesitated and thought that perhaps she shouldn’t give away her inexperience at a charity auction so immediately.

There was nothing special about it. The first part of the event will be the bidding. Paintings by contemporary artists will be on display.

All the money raised will go to the Children in Need Foundation. I know its founder and have long supported his cause. After the auction, there will be a small banquet, after which you are free to go.

The man looked at Adriana, but she was so nervous that she didn’t pay attention to the way Michael emphasized the word can. This wonderful opportunity to not only enjoy the beautiful pictures, but also to do a good deed. I think you’ll like it.

On the whole, Michael gave the girl a pleasant impression. The man was about 45. He had masculine facial features and low velvet, clear voices for an honest back…