Daisy - Rented Out

I had thought Mrs Jones was bad. I soon found out just how wrong I was.

 Dean is the devil, literally. If I could go back to Mrs Jones, I would have my bags packed and ready. Or rather bag. Dean and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide.

 This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them. 

 I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate.

 I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything.

 I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room.

 He wants the man known as Mr. Devil to pay for me. If his name is anything to go by I would rather not. I do what I normally do, slow subtle movements that are taunting and teasing.

 “I will have the one on the left.” I hear a man talk. Shit! I see Dean frown at me, he isn’t the guy I need. I turn slightly, purposely pulling on my suspender strap as if I am adjusting it. My ass is now on show slightly. I can’t talk, I can’t move drastically a lot so it limits me. I'm used to the old places, where I can move.

 So I wiggle my ass slightly as I straighten the strap.

 “I will take number one.” The voice has my body relaxing, Dean nodding towards me and I am glad. Had I not got this man to take me I would be screwed.

 “Mr Devil, Mr Layne, only one can take her, so it is down to whoever has the most money and is willing to spend it.” The guy steps forward and looks at them.

 This is a brothel, a high-end posh one. Most women here are here for themselves. They choose to sell their bodies for money. They give the company 10% and keep the rest. However, Dean gives the company 10% and he keeps the rest I make, to cover my debt.

 “Well, I will pay four times whatever he is willing to.” Mr Devil sits back, his eyes on My Layne.

 I watch as Mr Layne laughs, he seems confident he will get me.

 “Easy, six hundred.” I stare at him, okay that is a lot. At the most, it is three hundred. Then again, I am used to where we lived before. This place apparently has more money.

 I see the other women grow impatient, and I don’t blame them. We stand here, and then they choose who they want, the last woman is the least wanted. Which has to hurt to know.

 “I guess I am paying two thousand four hundred.” I stare at Mr Devil, is he joking? Everyone is standing looking at him shocked, except the guy who runs the place he is just smiling a lot. His eyes roll like he is used to this sort of thing.

 “Looks like Mr Devil takes the lovely lady.” I watch as a woman walks to me and guides me off the stage. “I will ensure she is in your private room, Mr. Devil.” Private room? That I am not used to.

 “You’re new here I see.” The girl smiles at me and I nod. “Okay, so most people use any room. Mr Devil however has his own private room, which only he is allowed to use.”

 So he has a lot of money then, and clearly uses this place a lot.

 I simply nod. I know the rules. I don’t talk, I don’t ask questions. I simply wait in the room for the man to come in. I am shown to the room and stand waiting. The woman turns and begins to walk out.

 “Sorry, what do I do?” Normally, I get brought into the room. Told where to wait, to either strip or dress ready for the man.

 “You wait for Mr. Devil.” Turning she walks out. Great, so I just wait? Do I sit, or stand? Shit, I don’t know. Maybe Dean should have found out and told me.

I find myself walking around and looking. It is a nice room, expensive, but empty. There isn’t even a bed?

 So, what, does Mr Devil have a thing for chair sex? I laugh at the thought, then hear the door open, I turn and watch as he walks in and locks the door behind him. He quietly walks to the side and pours two drinks.

 Two? Is that why he paid so much? I’m used to it now, but usually, the rules are you have to state if there is more than one man. I look around, but there is no other doors, and he locked that. So who is the second guy?

 I am too busy trying to work it out that I don’t see him walking toward me until he is standing before me, his hand holding out a glass. I peer at it then up to him.

 The second drink is for me. I take it slowly and watch as he sits on the small sofa. I was nervous the first time I was sold for sex, this is different, I am more nervous than before. I sit next to him and take a sip. Not even considering what Dean would say, I should only drink water.